The Bad and the Unsure Of. (A Fosters / brallie Fanfiction)

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Stef Foster- Biological Mother of Callie and Jude Foster. Fostered and adopted mother of Jesus and Mariana Foster. Ex wife to Mike foster. Lena Adams' domestic partner. Cop for the Anchor Beach Police Department.

Lena Adams- Stef's Domestic partner. Mother of Callie, Jude, Jesus, and Mariana. Vice- Principle of Anchor Beach Charter School.

Callie Foster- Stef's biological daughter. 16 years old. Junior.

Jude Foster- Stef's biological son. 13 years old. 7th grade.

Jesus Foster- Stef and Lena's adopted son. Mariana's twin. 15 years old. Sophmore.

Mariana Foster- Stef and Lena's adopted daughter. Jesus' twin. 15 years old. Sophmore.

Brandon Jacob- Foster Kid since he was ten. Been kicked out of multiple homes because of attitude problems. He was sent to juvie for 7 months for underage drinking and beating his foster father.

Mike Foster- Stef's ex husband. Father of Callie and Jude. Cope at Anchor Beach Police Department.

Brandon's p.o.v. (7 months earlier)

I was cleaning up the glass from the beer bottle my drunk foster father left for me to clean up, when I heard a woman's cries from my foster father's bedroom. I leave the remaining pieces of glass and run to the room. When I open the door, I am furious of what I am seing, my foster parent taking advantage of some girl. Probably in her twenties. My hands ball into fists and start to pull him off of her. I throw him on the ground and start hooking punches. I don't know what got into me, but I hate seeing women in pain. They are not just some toy to be played with. The next thing I know I see blood, and I am on the ground. I can see my foster father beating me but I don't feel pain. After all this isn't the first time. He has beaten me when I gave him the slightest dirty smirk. I slowly look over to the the woman who was there. She is crying and, looks like shes screaming too. The last thing I see is the bloodstain on the carpet from me spitting out blood...everything goes black.

When I wake up I am being handcuffed and being read my rights. I knew that bastard would lie and say that I did the wrong doing. But at least I would be away from him and that house.

Callie's p.o.v. (present time)

I am sitting in writing class waiting for the longest five minutes of my life. I just want to get home so I can get ready for my date with Wyatt. He is taking me to a concert at the park with different bands. The bell finally rings, and I head towards me and Wyatt's spot in the parking lot. I see him in the distance talking to someone but I can see them. They walk away when I am about to get to him, he looks up and smiles at me,

"Hey babe". He says while putting his hands on my waste, pulling me closer.

I honestly hate the name babe, but I just learn to forget about it.

"So.. what time are you gonna pick me up?"

"I will just text you or call when I am on my way, but it starts at 8 so, before then" He says as he puts his hands lower towards my but.

"Wyatt, stop!" I yell, as I pull out of his grip.

Just then Mariana calls me and is with Jude, as I see Jesus skateboards home faster than all of us. I give my goodbyes to Wyatt, and head over to my siblings. On the way home we talk about school and just stuff not really important. Mariana beggs me to let her dress me for my date. I dread it but accept.

We arrive home and no one is home. So we all just head upstairs and finsh our homework.

Brandon's p.o.v.

I am in line heading to do my "chores", Another inmate turns around and his group of friends start beating me up. I am not suprised, Others always get jealous when someone gets out. It doesn't even hurt, It just shows scars.

I am given my bloody clothes that are luckily covered by a jacket, from the night i was sent here. Two guards escort me out to see this social worker and a female cop just outside the gates. I am joined by the man who says his name is David. I am taken to the cop, who says her name is Stef. She leads me to her car and I just look out the window and look at how much has changed since I have been in that hell hole for months.

Callie's p.o.v.

Mariana is getting me dressed up for my date with Wyatt. I am staring to get worried because the event starts at and its already 7:00. I keep checking my phone, but nothing. Mariana made me wear a black knee length dress with white lace on top, with black heels. They are not too high so i can accually walk in them. To be honest if i had the choice, i would be wearing converse right now.

( one hour later)

I am so worried for Wyatt he was supposed to pick me up an hour and a half ago, and he still hasn't replied back. I tell Mariana to tell Mom( Stef) that I am leaving for my date.

Brandon's p.o.v.

We finally arrive at my new foster home and I just look around and put my bag consisting of barely anything on the ground. We head into the kitchen and it is nearly spotless.

"Well, you guys have it good. What does your husband do for a living anyways?" I casually say with a bit of an attitude, as I sit on a stool. She gives me a shocked look because I haven't said a word since I met her. She shakes her self out of her thoughts and replies..

"Well obviously I am a cop, and my partner, Lena is Vice Principle of Anchor Beach Charter School. Which, you will be attending tomorrow."

I let out a dry laugh and look at all of the pictures on the chalk board and fridge.

"What is so funny?"

"Its just that all of my other foster homes couldn't have cared less about by health, let alone education. And that I never knew that I would end up somewhere like here. My past foster homes were dark and had broken beer bottles everywhere for me to clean up. But anyways, you have a really big family?"

"Yeah, we do we have four children not including you living here currently. Two biological and two adopted. So we are not your average family. "

I slightly laugh at her last remark. She calls the other kids down to meet me I guess, and three other kids come down. One short, brown hair, and hazel eyes. and two teens that look like twins. About a year or two younger than me. The boy with brown hair, and brown eyes and a girl with black hair and brown eyes. They all had a questionable look on their faces when they saw me. I probably have bruises or cuts on my face, and not to mention the bandages on my knuckles.

"Kids, this is Brandon, he will be staying with us for a while. So please make him feel at home..Where's Callie?" Stef explains to the kids still standing in the foyer.

"Callie just left to go to Wyatts apartment, to go with him to the concert.." She walks up to me and gives me a smile.

"Hi, I'm Mariana"

"Cool, You obviously already know my name." I said in a sarcastic tone. She then gives me a smirk and pulls out her phone, and sits at the Island.

"I'm Jesus, and this little monster here is Jude." Jesus says while messing up Jude's hair.

"I am not little, I am 13 and I could take you down anyday." Jesus laughs at the scrawny little boys comment and follows him to the fridge. I just sit there in silence while everyone else makes conversation.

I ask where the bathroom is. I walk in the downstairs bathroom, and lock the door. I examine all of the knarly cuts and brusing to my ribcage. Touching each one remembering the imapct each one made to the pain. I am very good at hiding pain.

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