Jallie

The beginning

Jesus's pov
   Today has been the worst day.   First I was late to first period, then I forgot my homework and my teacher gave me a detention for it, and to top it all I got into a fight with that stupid guy veko.  I was walking home with my twin sister Mariana when we noticed that our mom Lena was home ( which was unusual ). We walked in to see her talking with some girl. She introduced her to us, saying she would be stating with us for a little while.  The girls name was Callie Jacobs. I just couldn't  keep my eyes off the girl in front of me.  She was so beautiful, even though she had cuts and bruises all over her face.  I wondered what happened to her so I asked. " I got beat up in juvie" Callie responded. My heart ached when she said that, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.  I looked away from her. A few seconds later I caught her looking at me I immediately
started blushing, I couldn't help it.  She caught me looking and started blushing and immediately looked away. I couldn't help but feel like we had this connection. She got up and left and I started asking Lena  questions.  " How old is Callie? " I asked mom.  "She is 16 years old, why." Lena seemed suspicious so I answered back quickly " Just wondering"  I turned so they nobody could see me smile. Callie wasn't much older then I was and only by a couple months to a year.  I just couldn't help but wonder about her, if she was ok, how long she would be staying with us, would I ever see her when she left.  Mariana and I knew first hand what foster care was like.  We were in the system for 2 years and it was like a living hell. We were in 3 different foster hems before we landed with the fosters.  Brandon Stephs biological son walked in. Stephen was our other mom. Brandon walked in and couldn't keep his eyes off Callie either. I felt something deep down in my stomach. It wasn't pain it was more like jealousy. Why would I be jealous of Brandon watching Callie.  I shook the thought from my head. Then steph walked in the door just as everyone sat down and began eating. Her eyes lingered to Callie and then to Lena. She walked int in her uniform and gave Lena a kiss. " what know one told you that our moms a cop "  I said jokingly poking her I felt her tensing up when I touched her. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?  After we finished eating Lena and steph took Callie into the living room to talk and set some ground rules. I couldn't help but eavesdrop, the rules they were setting for her were pretty strict, I then heard them tell Callie she should go and take a shower.  I ran as quick as I could so she couldn't see that I was eavesdropping, it didn't work. I dripped and she fell on top of me.  We sat there for a minuet before she spoke.  " Did you like what you heard? " she jokingly said.  I felt my face turn bright read.   " I.... Um... I wasn't ...  " she cut me off  " it's cool, you don't seem like the perverted type."  I turned even redder, " thanks I'm not, do you need help finding the bathroom up here and learning how to use it? " I asked hoping I didn't sound to weird.  " sure I would like that. "  I showed her to the bathroom and how to use the shower and stuff.  Before I left the bathroom I saw tears in her eyes and didn't think anything of it.  I left but she didn't shut the door all the way so I went back to shut it. When I went I saw her reflection in the mirror and I almost started to cry. All over her body were bruises and cuts.  They were worse then the ones on her face.  I ran to my room and stuck my head in my pillow and screamed.  Why would anyone do that to someone.  Mariana and I were lucky enough to never get hit in the foster homes that we were in.  I just wanted to help Callie when I saw her. It then occurred to me that when I poked her at dinner she stiffened because I had caused her pain.  I knew that I could go and apologize to her because she would know that I saw her undressed.  I couldn't let it go though. Knowing that I hurt her I just felt terrible. I made a vow to my self that I would never hurt Callie again. I would make sure that know one would ever hurt her again.  If they would I would make sure that they would feel more pain then they could imagine.