The New Fosters: A Brallie Story

Chapter 59

Callie's POV:

"I love you." He says.

I smile up at him. "I love you too."

He pecks my lips and runs off. When I look at his retreating figure, he's in his fatigues and running into open fire. I try to run after him but there is a glass wall in between us now and he can't hear me calling his name. I scream and cry for him to come back but he doesn't even turn back around. Then, he falls to the ground and suddenly the glass wall is no longer keeping me back. I sprint to him and fall to the ground beside him. His eyes are closed and he won't wake up.

I scream his name and shake his lifeless body. "BRANDON! BRANDON! BRANDON!" He doesn't open his eyes nor is he breathing as I sob and burry my face into his chest. "No, no, no, no, no. You can't do this. You promised. You can't leave me."

I jolt upright in my bed, covered in sweat, from the sound of my own screaming. What is wrong with me? I look frantically around the room until I know where I am and sob into my hands. I am not strong enough for this. I try to calm my breathing which takes a while, but I am finally able to do it and I wipe my tears.

"You are strong enough for this. You are sting enough for all of this. You got through mom dying, the Olmstead's house, beatings from other Foster families, juvie, Liam, and now two miscarriages. You can do this. They wouldn't have left you alone if they didn't think you could handle it. You'll be okay, you have to be, just like you always have." I tell myself. "You can get through anything."

I take deep breathes and get out of bed. Even though it only four in the morning, I don't want to fall back asleep. I decide to take a hot shower to calm my nerves. When I step out I hear my phone ringing so I quickly wrap my towel around my wet body and run to get it. The caller ID says that it's Brandon and I feel my mood immediately get better.

"B?" I answer.

"Oh. Callie, I didn't think that you would pick up. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks cautiously. He's at boot camp and still worries about me. This is why I love this boy.

"No you didn't. Don't worry about it. What's up?"

"I was just going to leave you a message saying good morning."

I smile. "That's sweet, but I'm glad I got to talk to you."

"Me too. So, how are you?" He asks.

"I'm okay, I miss you. I started planning the wedding and I found my dress. B, it's perfect."

"That's great babe. I miss you too. Im sure it's beautiful. I can't wait to see you in it."

I grin. "I can't wait to see you in a tux."

He laughs. "I have to go. I'll call you when I can. I love you."

"Okay. I love you too B." The line goes dead.

I sit on the floor, my wet back to the wall. I wrap my my towel tighter around me and hug my knees to my chest. I love Brandon. I want to marry Brandon. I to have kids with him, eventually. I grow old together. I want the white picket fence and dog running in and out of the house on summer days. I want the big wrap around porch with the rocking chairs, grandchildren running around us. I want all of it with Brandon. He is my other half, the soulmate that completes me, the other half of my heart.

I used to not even believe that I would get a family other than Jude, but I thought he was all I needed in life. Now, I know I need Brandon. I don't know what I did before him. I don't know how I kept myself together. He helped me pick up the broken pieces of my heart. He helped me glue them back together. Before Brandon, I didn't let anyone in, because, if they can't get in, they can't hurt you. He broke through. He helped me trust again. Maybe that's why I believe that I can't live without him. Maybe it's not me, my being, maybe it's me, the girl without the walls built up. Maybe, without him, I'll turn back into the girl that loved only one person, the one person that she had left, Jude. I could never stop loving Jude, but everyone else? I think, even though I love them all to death, I could shut down and shut them out, like a locked safe without a combination-if someone is able to guess the combination right, it could never happen again.