Searching For Something More (Brallie FanFic)

Brandon's POV

Brandon: 

"We should get back, I'm really tired". Callie slowly got up and escaped my grasp easily. She climb down our tree house, still in the yard of a house that hadn't had people in it for ages. "You coming?" She yelled up to me from the ground. 

"Maybe in a little bit, need to get some thinking done" I replied and watched though a crack in the wood as she left. 

When she was out of sight I stood up and and looked around our old tree house. It still looked how it always did. 1 small table pushed up against the corner with a checkers table layed across it. A small white shelf along the button of the window holding up our books and board games. A mini kitchen and vet center in opposite corners with a town drawn on the walls behind them. This tree house was the ultimate kids center, but now we are all grown up. Even now no one lives in this house, Callie use to but its been empty ever since. 

I sat down at the small table and let the thoughts start coming out loud "Who ever this guys it that hurt Callie, he can't hurt her anymore. She can't be scared anymore. I need to get Jude out of that Foster home, no matter what it takes. He needs Callie. Do I have some feelings for Callie? Is that even possible? No, she'd never like me back anyways" I continued to talk out loud to myself when a thought hit me:

Callie's walking home right now.. alone. 

I was standing up and walking out the tree house before I even knew it. I tried to calm myself down, figuring she was already home because I couldn't see her on the path we normally took to my house. I continued walking on the path, thoughts still roaming in my head as I tried pushing them away. 

At one point they became to much and I allowed myself to sit down, I could just about see my house so I wasn't very far. I set my head in my palms, resting my arms on my knees and closing my eyes. "You like her, you care about her, you want to protect her". My thoughts were taunting me and they became so loud I thought someone was talking to me. I looked up from my palms and say nothing around me from any direction besides two shadowy figures along the beach. 

I go back to my stance and the taunting came back, "You'd do anything to make her happy, you love her, don't you Brandon". Deciding it was to much, I opened my eyes but remained in the position I was in.

"Go home! I'm happy with them!" I hear from a familiar voice. Callie's. Impossible. She's at home right now, safe. Stop taunting me! I yelled into my thoughts but nothing came back. It sounded so real but she wasn't on the path, she had to be safe. "No! I'm happy and there is nothing you could do you change that!" It spoke again and I looked around, only seeing the two shadow figures again. 

I stood up figuring I should at least figure out for sure. I crossed the street and walked into the sand along the beach. I start to walk toward the now clearer figures. A man and women, arguing. The man was talking. 

"..see I thought we had something, but the more you talked to him. I could tell you loved him, you still do. I can see it in your eyes". The voice became louder as I became closer, but I didn't recognize the voice at all. I stood still for a moment, figuring it wasn't Callie because the only person she loves is Jude. 

"Don't.." That's Callie alright. "Hurt.. them". She tried to let it out between weeps. This was the hardest I'd seen her cry since her mother passed. 

"Well.." The man started but I quickly stopped him, grabbing my pepper spray from my pocket. What can I say, my mothers a cop. We all have it with us. I got ready to spray the man but he ended up taking a step back and seeing me before I got the chance. "Hey!" He threw his fist into my rib cage and I fell to the ground in pain. He knees on to me and I try to reach the pepper spray just the smallest bit from my finger tips. He throws another punch this time at my mouth and blood quickly filled my mouth. I tried to spit some of it out, and slowly but surely got my grip on the pepper spray, I got him in the eyes as I pulled it up and throw in on the ground. I rolled out of the man's grasp and ran to Callie.  

The man fell to the ground screaming about his eyes. I slip my hand into Callie's. "Are you okay?" Callie shook her head no and she continued to sob. I picked her up bridal style and started to run back towards my house. She wasn't ask heavy as I thought she would be and we ended up at my house before I knew it. I set her on the door steps and continued to spit blood out of my mouth. 

Callie stood up, grabbing my arms and pulling me to face her. I stare down into her beautiful brown eyes as she reached into her pocket. She pulls out a small cleaning cloth and she walked to the hose, letting the smallest amount of water hit it. 

She slowly pushes the cloth on my lower lip and I can tell one of the sources from the bleeding was covered. Callie looked up into my eyes, "Brandon, I'm so sorry this is all my fault" tears still pouring from her eyes. I put my hand on her neck, using my thumb to wipe tears as the came. My eyes never left hers. 

"This isn't even close to your fault" I mean't even word I said. 

"Thank you, so much." Callie dropped her hand with the cloth to wrap her arms around my neck. I hug her back and she slowly pulls herself back, realigning the cloth. "You can spit the blood on the cloth!" She laughed the smallest bit but it still made me smile the biggest smile I had. 

"We should get inside". I say as I noticed Callie's smallest shiver. 

"Yeah, probably" 

I took the leading walking inside and straight upstairs to my room. I wait in the door way to make sure Callie got to the guest room safely. When she stepped inside and faced me I smiled at her "You know where to find me, if you need me". She mouthed thank you and closed the door. I quickly grabbed my rib cage and ran into the bathroom as quick as possible. 

If being punched their wasn't bad enough, I was sure carrying Callie did the trick. I locked all the doors into the bathroom and pulled on shirt up, revealing the biggest bruise I had ever seen. I run my hand along my side until it gets to the bruise, I go a little slower trying not to cry from the pain. This can't be good. 

A knock on the door, made me jump. 

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