Callie's POV
"Brandon."
He shoots his head up and looks at me with his red eyes.
"Hey." He starts crying a little more. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired. What are you doing here?"
"I-I needed to see you."
"How did you find out I was in here?"
"We all were in the waiting room while moms were in there appointment and we herd your foster mom explain ot to some guy."
"Oh. That was Ty."
"Who?"
I gently slip my hand out from under his. "M-my boyfriend."
He looks shocked and then hurt. Before he can respond Ty walks in with his backpack. "Who then hell is this?" He says really mad and disgusted like.
"Hey babe this is just Brandon my old foster brother." I say trying to get him not to punch him out.
"I don't want any other guys visiting you but me do you understand?" He says like he owns me.
Brandon's POV
Who the hell is this guy to tell her that she can't have any other visitors.
"Um exuse me but you don't own her and you can't control who comes to see her." I state.
He walks up to me to where we are standing at the end of Callie's bed. "Oh I think I can. She is my girlfriend. I am in charge of her and I say she can't have any random boy coming in here."
"Nobody is in charge of Callie. If you knew her at all you would know that!"
He swings to punch me but I catch his fist and twist it to where it's behind his back while putting my other hand on his shoulder, continuing to twist it. (My mom thought me that move.) I finally let him go and he falls forward. He turns around and looks like he is about to take another swing when Callie yells. "Stop it!" We both stop and look at her now sitting up. "Both of you just leave! I'm tired."
With that we both glare at eachother then leave her to sleep.
