I opened Brandon's door and looked down to his bed. He was sleeping away like there was no tomorrow. I sighed out of relief but the feeling was still there. What could it be? All my children are fine, I'm fine, I'm pretty positive Lena is fine. There's absolutely no reason for her not to be.
I closed Brandon's door and walked to my room. Lena was asleep in the bed. Thank gosh. I then went to the restroom because the water had gotten to me already.
When I was done, I went to the closet and opened the safe. I took my gun out of my holster and made sure the amp was out of it. I put the gun in the safe and locked it up. I took off my uniform shoes and placed them in the floor of the closet. I threw my socks in the hamper. I then took off my uniform and hung up my shirt and pants.
I was just left in my tank top and underwear. I went to the dresser and grabbed my pajama bottoms and began to put them on. When I was done, I took off my tank top and bra and took out a comfy t-shirt. I had it halfway over my head when I heard a gut-wrenching scream.
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Misadventures: "The Fosters" A Stef and Lena Story
FanfictionTerror strikes when Stef gets home late leading up to something very unexpected. {This story is in Stef Adams-Foster's point of view} **** WARNING: THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT UP UNTIL SEASON 4!!! **** ~This stor...
