What Choice Do I Have?-A Fosters Fanfic

Chapter 20

Callie's POV:

I knew that I couldn't be upset about Jude being gay, but that was kind of hard. He mentioned something about how he told Lena, but how could he not tell me. I'm his sister. I am the one who has been there for him his whole life and he couldn't trust me. I guess I can see where he's coming from. He got me kicked out of our old foster house for being gay basically. As much as I love Stef and Lena and totally support gay people, it's uncomfortable for me to know that my own brother is. It's weird kind of. While I sat there and basically stared into space thinking about Jude as Mariana kept talking about something, Brandon shook my shoulder.

"Callie, are you okay?"

"Yeah, um, can we go sit somewhere? I'm getting dizzy."

"Do you need anything? Should I call Stef?"

I didn't mean to shout but I did and it was a lot louder then I thought it would be "Brandon, I'm telling you what I need now will you please just listen to me and do what I say?"

Brandon looked at me like I just shot him or something. His face was blank until I saw his eyes get red and some shiny clear tears role down his beautiful pale face. He slowly walked toward an empty white wooden bench far away and I just stood there stunned at what I had just said. Even though there was something going on with Mariana, she got even madder about what I had just said to Brandon.

"What is wrong with you?"

"I." I couldn't finish that sentence.

"Were you even listening to me? I have this huge problem in my life and nobody ever cares about me. Everything comes back to you and Brandon. When is it ever me and Jesus? Never. Exactly. I get that you both have trouble or something in your lives, but I'm important too. I needed somebody to talk to and you just ruined it all. It's always good to know that I have a sister who cares." I didn't get what she was talking about because I missed the story for my own selfish reasons.

"You wouldn't get it."

"What wouldn't I get? Brandon is going through one of the worst experiences of his life because he can't even remember who his own freaking family is and you are sitting here yelling at him for caring about you? I am going through so much right now and I need you. I need my sister. You understand me because you probably went through it too. Okay?" She started to get quieter as she talked and bawled her eyes out. "I need help. I can't talk to moms. All they will do is judge me. I can't handle this. I just need to be gone."

"Don't even say those things. It's not funny Mariana. You..."

"I'm not kidding. You know what it's like to go through this nightmare of a life more than anybody. You understand why I am so tired of this. It's too hard now."

"You deserve this amazing life you have. This family is a mess right now between everyone. You being gone would be the worst decision of your life. You never know how much people care about you until you're gone."

"I know. It's just hard."

"I totally get it. I get what you are going through because I used to be that same way at a very young age. The only thing that kept me going. Think about Jesus you are basically the only part closest to a real family that he has. Just think about it." I ran off to talk to Brandon, but when I got to the bench, he wasn't there.

I ran towards the parking lot and Vico grabbed me.

"Where's Brandon?"

"Oh, I don't have Brandon. I never saw him." Vico said in a very serious voice.

"Then why are you here?"

"You know that I have been in love with you ever since you walked into Anchor Beach."

"Then why did you take Jude and almost get Brandon arrested?"

"I needed the attention to get to you."

"Forget it. I'm not interested."

"Please. Just give me a chance. I was drunk and..."

"Oh yeah because being drunk would turn me on."

"I'm sorry. I messed up. Just give me one chance."

"If I give you a chance will you just leave me alone right now?"

"Yes! Of course!"

"Fine." He leaned in and kissed me until I was kissing him right back. I totally forgot about Brandon and in this moment I didn't really care about him.

Vico had to leave, so I just walked home. Mariana stayed at the beach to catch up with Lexi and when I got home I just saw one person. Brandon.

Brandon's POV:

"Hey Callie. Did you get enough off you chest?"

"Yeah I'm sorry about that."

"Apology not accepted."

"I'm sorry about the whole thing." I continued saying really fast "About yelling at you and kissing Vico and getting mad and..."

"Hold on. I don't really know who Vico is, but what?"

"I kind of have a new boyfriend I guess."

"Why? Was this some kind of trick or joke or something?"

"No. None of you would get anything."

"Why do you keep doing this to me?"

"Doing what?"

"Telling me that you love and care about me?"

"I do. I just need somebody to love me who actually knows who I am."

"I have been trying to recover just for you."

"That's sweet of you, but you don't need to do that."

"But I do. I'm in love with you. If I have to say that a million times in order to get that across your brain I will. I love you and no matter how much I don't remember, I know that you and I were meant to be."

"I know."

She had such a confused look on her face. I felt closer and closer to her every time I saw her big brown sparkling eyes.

"I think I can help change you mind."

I grabbed her and kissed her as our whole bodies moved together. I didn't even know what I was doing because I was so distracted, but all of the sudden we were on Callie's bed still making out until she grabbed my shirt and tugged on it. Mariana walked in the room crying again which was really awkward with me and Callie sitting right there. Mariana grabbed a hammer and started smashing her room into pieces barely realizing that we were there.

She screamed louder then I had ever heard, looked straight at us and screamed "I just need to be done. Take this hammer and leave me forever!"