Sorry about t he formatting. Here's the story, I'm not good at chapters, so it's long! Enjoy!

She turns around in panic, searching for any familiar face. Callie doesn't see Wyatt or Brandon-only strangers. Her breath quickens, her eyes dart left to right, the world is spinning until an arm grabs her and pulls her away from the crowd. The sudden burst of movement causes her to stumble into a tall figure.

She sees an all too familiar face: Liam. He flashes a grin at Callie and she becomes completely still, not wanting to make a wrong move.

Calmly, but firmly she says, "Liam, what are you doing here.

He begins to circle her, clearly enjoying this. She only follows him with her eyes, not brave enough to turn to see his face.

"I just wanted to be at this festival. I was even minding my own business, but your boyfriends spotted me. I think they like you as much as I do." He whispers in her ear.

Callie shrugs away from his hot breath.

"Please, I'll tell them to stop-"

In an instant, overwhelming pain radiates abdomen as she realizes she's doubling over. Her hand innately embraces her side, until another hand grabs her own. His grip tightens on her wrist as he drags her out of sight behind a building with a vacant lot.

He spins her around harshly and exclaims, "You know they'll never stop!"

Callie holds her side, knowing a bruise is forming under her maroon shirt. She looks away from Liam because she knows he right. He grabs her face to make her look him in the eyes. Her eyes dart to each of his, their faces so close that he's out of focus.

She tugs away from, looking down and says, "Just- please, Liam."

"What? Let go?" As he squeezes harder on her wrist, a weak whimper escapes Callie's mouth.

"Fine." He releases her arm and begins to back up. Callie's still looking down, holding her injured hand.

"I have to admit, Callie, your continuing pursuit to find a family is...admirable, but you'll never be a Foster. Not if I'm around."

He runs at her and shoves her against the wall, pinning her there. Her shoulders ground into the rough surface.

"They'll never want someone like you," he snarls.

A wave of courage washes over Callie and she sneers back, "You don't know anything. You're the outsider."

He laughs, his shoulders shake and his head falls back. Callie analyzes him, confused about what is happening. She looks around to find an exit, but looks back at Liam whose laughter turned into rage.

He shoves her back into the wall and her head roughly bounces off of it.

"They can't adopt you if you're dead," he scoffs.

Liam throws her to the ground and kicks her ribs. He pulls her back and knocks her head against the wall. His large hands grip on Callie's shoulders like a vice grip.

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Wyatt runs into Brandon frantically. He grabs his shoulder and says, "Have you seen Callie?"

"No, she's supposed to be with you, I thought?" Brandon questions.

Wyatt runs his hand through his hair anxiously. Brandon spins around, hoping to spot the brunette in the crowd.

"Liam's here," Wyatt reveals, "and I don't know where she is.

Brandon stops and turns to Wyatt, "Wait. He's here? Now?"

Wyatt looks down at his feet, embarrassed. "I didn't think anything would happen; there are so many people here."

"Well, that didn't stop him last time," Brandon angrily responds. He brushed past Wyatt on the lookout.

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"Ah! Lia-" she tries to yell, but instead gasps for air.

Liam looks into her eyes, one is starting to swell up and her nose is bleeding, but that doesn't stop him from clutching harder on her neck.

"St-ah-" Callie chokes out.

"I don't even hate you, Callie, I love you," the corner of his mouth turns up. "And if I can't have you no one can," his slight smile changes to a scowl.

He grips harder and the light in Callie's eyes is dimming. He tightens his grasp and then let's go. She drops to the ground gasping for air; she chokes on the oxygen and puts her hand on the gravel to stabilize herself. Her eyes look to the side and sees Liam's feet which are farther away from her.

She jumps up and runs, deciding to try and break free, but Liam is right behind her. Within arm's reach, Liam grabs at Callie and gets hold of her hair. He yanks her down and she screams.

"You're not going anywhere," he yells, standing over her. She rolls onto one side, small rocks crushing into her face. She waits for pain, but nothing. Her head turns up, looking directly at Liam.

"What are you waiting for? If you're gonna kill me, just do it."

"Kill you? You have the wrong idea, sweetheart, dying would be easy," he says. He kicks her.

"There's an art to living, you have to deal with the blows in life." He kicks her again, and she hits the ground again from the intensity.

"And welcome the adoration."

He pulls her upright, she's almost his height. Liam grabs a fistful of Callie's hair and shoves her face closer to his own. His lips graze her cheek, and a tear falls down it. Liam tastes the saltiness of it, looks at Callie and swings a fist across her face.

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Brandon and Wyatt are now running, worried they won't find her.

"Maybe she left?" Brandon asks, he dashes around some tables to an opening.

"Through the back? It doesn't lead anywhere," Wyatt comments, trying to understand what Callie would do.

They both walk out to the lot and look around. Brandon turns and spots two figures. One body is on the ground and the other is hovering over it.

"Dammit," Brandon exhales.

Wyatt sees the scene, too. Brandon pulls Wyatt back and says, "Liam's with Callie."

"Yeah, I know. We gotta go get her!" Wyatt says, shoving Brandon's hand off his shirt, but Brandon pushes him against the wall.

"If Liam sees us coming, or hears us," Brandon gets quiet, "Callie could get hurt."

"You don't think Callie's already hurt? You saw that right?" Wyatt exclaims, pointing.

Brandon covers his mouth and yells back in a whisper, "Callie could get killed! We need to sneak up on him, catch him off guard."

Wyatt already starts walking behind the buildings, only gaps allow Brandon and Wyatt to see Liam. Brandon looks down at his phone to dial 911.

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Liam crouches by Callie who is leaning on one arm, fatigued and battered. He puts his arm on Callie's shoulder as she stares off, losing any sense of emotion, reality and hope.

He starts to talk and her eyes tiredly look to him, unmoved.

"Maybe we wouldn't be here right now if you weren't such a bitch. We both knew it was consensual.

Brandon is just around the corner and heard everything. He pops out screaming at Liam.

"LIAM GET AWAY FROM HER OR I WILL KILL YOU."

Callie snaps out of her trance when she sees Brandon. All worry and concern immediately goes to his safety.

"Brandon. Leave. Stay away from me! It's too dangerous!" These words cut her on the inside, but she knows it's better for him. She can handle Liam, Brandon can't.

He looks at her sadly, seeing the bruising in her face, the marks on her arms and the rips in her shirt.

"Callie just walk towards me," Brandon calmly says. She shakes her head, backing up and another tear falls down her face.

"Get away from me Brandon, I don't want you here." She says unconvincingly and backs up into Liam. She quickly turns around to him and he nudges her to the side as he walks around, in front of her.

"That's not happening, Foster." Liam threatens.

"Yeah I'm here too, douche bag," Wyatt retorts.

Liam turns around to see Wyatt behind him. He looks between the two boys and chuckles.

"Am I supposed to be scared?" He laughs.

"Come on boys. You don't want me, you want her!"

He grabs Callie so that she's in front of him and he steps backwards so he's between the two boys. He knocks her in the back of her head with something and Callie falls to the ground clutching the back of her neck hard.

"Just me and you now," Liam taunts as he walks over a pain-ridden Callie.

Brandon touches his back pocket still hoping that 911 heard this whole thing and waiting for the police to come.

"Now what, huh?" Brandon challenges.

"Two against one doesn't look good for you, Liam," Wyatt objects.

"Oh, it's not two against one..." Liam walks around Callie so that he's behind her.

"It would be so easy to crush little Callie..."

His shoe hovers over her neck and begins to slowly press down. Her body follows his motion and flattens to the ground. But he starts to put some pressure on her neck from his weight and you can hear her whimpers and moans. He digs into her a little more and her voice makes a guttural sound before giving out from the pain.

Brandon lunges at Liam and knocks him to the ground. Sirens are heard and Liam's eyes scream fear. Brandon packs in three punches to his face while Liam tries to throw Brandon off him.

Liam flips Brandon to the ground, kicking and punching him. Wyatt pushes Liam off Brandon, but quickly gets thrown by Liam.

Liam turns to Callie and he rushes to her-Callie's eyes widen as the police cars screech their brakes nearby. As he grabs her, she screams. He picks her up and her legs kick in the air.

Both Brandon and Wyatt get up and run after Liam as he is running away with Callie.

All of a sudden, she stops kicking and screaming. A small exhaustion of breathe releases and she's silent.

Officers chase after Liam and Stef comes around the corner gun raised, pointed at his face. He stops in his tracks, drops Callie to the ground and puts his hands up, knowing there's no way out. As Stef handcuffs him and pushes him to other officers she sees Callie on her side. She gently lets Callie lay flat on her back and that's when she sees it.

A small knife in her side.

"WE GOT A KNIFE, I NEED A MEDIC!" She screams.

Liam looks back to the both of them as he gets escorted away in handcuffs, grinning.

Callie's eyes flutter, everything she sees is out of focus. It sounds like she's underwater and she can't breathe right.

Callie tries to focus on Stef, but is distracted by the pain from the wound. Her hand jitters and shakes as she brings it to the knife.

"No, no, sweetie. Don't pull that out." Stef says strongly, even though her heart is breaking seeing her baby like this. She grabs Callie's trembling hand and puts it in between hers.

"You're going to be alright, don't you worry. You need to stay with me though, okay honey?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I need you to stay strong, Callie."

The doctors rush to Callie's side and place her on a gurney, blood has seeped through her maroon shirt making a dark circle around the knife.

Stef embraces Brandon in a hug and hops into the ambulance. She begins to call Lena.

Wyatt paces back and forth.

"It's all my fault," he says quietly.

"Wyatt, don't do this to yourself. It's Liam's fault," Brandon says clearly.

"No, you don't get it. She needed ME." He says, getting louder. "Before we went she said she needed me next to her! I left her. And now she's dying."

They are both quiet, realizing that she could be dying.

"She told me how dangerous he is-"

"Was," Brandon interrupts. "Was dangerous. He's in custody now."

"It wasn't soon enough, Brandon! You know that! She was out here alone with him. And now look where we are-on our way to the hospital. Because of me." Wyatt admits.

"None of us know what she went through, Wyatt. But, now, she'll be treated. She'll heal," Brandon says, reassuringly.

"I'll just meet you at the hospital," Wyatt painfully replies, walking away.

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