Brandon and Callie; The Fosters.

The Accident

Callie's POV:

How many bad things can happen to a girl before she finally breaks? How much more can I take? I have been sitting in this waiting room with my family for the past 2 hours and not one doctor has came out to tell us how my little brother is doing, my Jude. Jude, the one person who i would do anything in this world for, Jude has been there wit me through it all, and I can't imagine my life without him. My heart is hurting so much right now. I'm alone. I've been in the back of the waiting room for two hours refusing to talk to anyone, not B, not Stef, not Lena, not the twins. I still remember what Lena told me when Stef and I arrived at the hospital.

"He's in bad condition, he and Conner were on their way back from dinner with Conner's family. They've lost him twice but have managed to get his pulse back, he's a fighter." Lena told me. I had to stay strong. I can't cry. I won't. I cleared my throat and put on my strong face and held my head high.

"Do they know what happened?" I asked Lena. I had to know. The suspense was killing me.

"Uh, I'm sorry Cal, but he was hit by a drunk driver that was driving around 110 mph." Lena told me. But I didn't want to hear those words. I didn't want- I wasn't ready for the truth. I simply just went to the back of the waiting room where the lights are dim and no one was sitting. That's how I ended up in the back of the waiting room. Alone. It's not that they wouldn't accompany me, I just don't want it. I have just been staring at the wall for the past two hours.

"Callie." I heard an all too familiar voice say.

"What do you want Brandon." My voice had nothing but venom.

"What you saw-"

"Brandon. I don't wanna talk about it, and I sure as hell don't want to talk to you." And with that I got up and walked outside. I remember when I was little, my mom used to tell me that each star in the sky is each one of God's angels that are looking out after us, and even when we can't see them. They're there. I couldn't help but hope that God would send one to Jude, but stars to me are just bright things that make the night sky not so dull. After about an hour of sitting outside I got cold, so I got up and walked back inside. Once I got in there, everyone was in tears, and I realized. God didn't send my baby boy and angel. He took my baby away.

"Callie, listen baby, Jude, he uh, he passed away." Stef told me. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I couldn't just sit there and be strong. I broke. I cried. I was shaking uncontrollably on the floor and I felt two strong arms come and pick me up and talk me outside.

"Callie. Callie." Brandon. "Callie. Look at me, baby. Come on, don't do this to me. Talk to me. I'm here." He practically begged.

"You are, I know." I replied. "But Jude isn't, and he never will be." I sobbed. I cried and cried into Brandon's shoulder. Even though he kissed Talya, I need to give him time to explain, because if I didn't. He could die, and I would never know if she just forced herself onto him.

"Come on, we need to get back inside." He told me.

"B, I can't it. It hurts too damn much." I sobbed.

"Callie. You have to be strong, you have too. For Jude." I know he wasn't trying to make me feel bad but hearing his name just, broke me even more.

"Brandon. I can't do this. I need to cut. I need to have control of all this pain inside me. Please Brandon, please. I don't wanna live. I wanna die. I don't wanna be here without my baby brother. Please. Please. I need to die. I can't be here. Please. Please. Let me die." I screamed while still sobbing.

"Callie." He took my chin and forced me to look at him. But I kept my eyes fixated on the ground. "Baby. Please look at me." He begged. The worry in his voice made me wince. So I did. I looked him in the eyes and seen tears. Real tears. Not for his pain, but mine.

"Callie. You can't hurt yourself. Jude wouldn't want you to do that. He's probably up there with your mom smiling, he's not in pain anymore. He's not hurting." He told me. I tried so hard to believe him, and the look in his eyes told me I could. So I did. I believed that my baby brother was happy with my mom and was smiling, being happy. After my meltdown I went into the lobby and met the family in there once again.

"Callie, stay strong. Okay?" Brandon whispered in my ear as we were approaching all of them in tears. Conner's dad walked up to us, and told us he was so sorry about what happened, and that Conner was okay. I guess I should've been mad that Conner made it. But I wasn't. He deserves to be just as much as Jude did.

Life is such a precious thing, and I hope, and I pray that Brandon didn't kiss Talya back, because I want to spend my life Brandon, because all that I have left, and I need him more now than ever.

Author's Note:

I know. I know. Jude passed away. :(

But this will bring Callie and Brandon closer together. Major Brallie scene, tell me what you guys thought. I love everyone of my readers. Make sure to vote, comment, and follow! Your opinions matter a lot to me.