Hi, I am Callie, a fifteen year old. My story starts from juvie.
Today I was going to get out of juvie and go to a foster home. I have a brother named Jude, but he isn't with me. I'll tell you how this all got started.
I was living with my dad on Hollywood when one day he started to drink. He was driving my mom home after being at a fancy restraint with friends. As he went over a bridge my mom noticed something was wrong. Dad swerves into the bridge rail. They plunge into the water deep bellow. The passenger side was completely submerged. Then dad noticed mom had drowned. Dad broke the window, and swam out but it was too late to save my mom. Dad swam to the surface and baled over what he had done. Dad got himself together and just ran down the road trying to get as far away as possible. He didn't water to be responsible when the cops came.
A year later when I was thirteen Jude and I were in our 3rd foster home. Turns out he was just like my dad, a drunk! This time he wasn't driving, but he started beating up Jude for no reason at all. I guess he was having that kind of day. So he started making Jude bleed and I ran out to the garage, grabbed a baseball bat, and beat up his precious truck until he let my little brother go.
Things back fired on me, my foster father called the cops, and told them that I beat up his truck for no reason. The cops didn't even care what my side of the story was.
So here I am now, in juvie. Now I am going to another foster home. As I was getting released this one girl got as they say, "jelly." She got all up in my face and yelled. I didn't say anything to her. So, I got pushed down. Her girls started punching and kicking me. My lip and nose were bleeding and my cheek was bruised with a bright purple color. The guard finally came up and pushed them off me. She helped me up and walked me out to my new foster mom, Lina.
We went to her house and turns out she has a wife, Steph. They were not married but they have been together for two years. They adopted two children and Steph had one with Mike. Steph's original child's name is Brandon (the oldest). And Jesus and Mariana are twins that they adopted. When I got to the house I didn't talk much. Steph set me up a bed on the couch down stairs, but I had tears in my eyes and didn't speak a word. Lina welcomed me and said I could put my clothes in the laundry so they would be clean for tomorrow. They were being nice to me considering I was in juvie and all.
I tossed and turned for hours. As I was tossing and turning on the couch there was two women upstairs talking about me.
"How come you didn't ask me if we could take in a juvie kid? I mean seriously she was bruised, and scratched. She could be dangerous for our kids!" Steph exclaimed.
"I know she's not dangerous! Do you think I would have let her in if she would harm our kids?! You should have seen the look she gave me when I first saw her." Lina stated.
Steph looked at her for a minute, then down at the floor.
She thought for a minute the said, "I know babe, I love you and trust you."
They went to bed after they talked a little more about the subject.
