I obviously don't own The Fosters, the characters in it etc...

After having been denied a ride to Indiana, Callie had just left Wyatt's and was on her way to the closest bus stop. She slowed down as she started to feel the eeriness of a car approaching her.

Instantly, her heart sank as she thought the worst possible scenarios.

It could be one of the moms or a police officer.

Both of which would end her short-lived journey.

As soon as the car pulled up beside her, Callie breathed out a huge sigh of relief. It was just Wyatt.

She had gotten into the vehicle without thinking twice about it. She wasn't sure where she would end up, or where she really wanted to go for that matter. But at this point she didn't care much. Anywhere but here she thought. Indiana would have to suffice for now.

As soon as she sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door, he drove off slowly, as if he was waiting for her to jump up and say, 'Forget it. Turn back around. Take me home.'

But that wasn't like Callie, and he knew it. Still he hoped that it would happen.

Wyatt turned on the radio and hit his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of some rock song. He wasn't really trying to get lost in the song, but he was nervous and he always fidgeted a lot when he was like that. Finally, he spoke up, "So, are you going to tell me why you're running away?" He glanced at her quickly. Then, turned his eyes back to the road.

"I'd rather not," Callie said nonchalantly. She had a billion things running through her mind at once. Wondering,

Did anyone notice yet?

Would they even care?

Is this really the right choice?

What the hell am I doing?'

"Seriously Callie? You have to give me something. What happened yesterday? I thought things were going good for you," Wyatt asked with a concerning voice.

"Nothing… I'm just doing what's best for everyone. I don't expect you to understand." She shook her head because she knew he never would.

"Ouch. That hurt," Wyatt placed his hand on top of his heart, jokingly trying to lighten the mood.

Callie tried to fight back a laugh, and then went back to looking serious. "Trust me. You wouldn't get it…I'm not even sure I get it," she mumbled as she began to fidget through her duffel bag, trying to distract herself by looking at anywhere but Wyatt's face.

She began looking for her phone, but then remembered leaving it behind. Right. I wasn't going to let Steph and Lena just track me down with that stupid GPS thing.

Wyatt just looked at her, obviously unconvinced. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm calling Lena and Stef right now and I'm asking them for myself," he threatened as he went to grab his phone from his pocket. She quickly snatched it away from his grip.

"What the hell, Wyatt! What's wrong with you! I thought I could trust you!" Callie yelled angrily. Her face quickly went red from anger to pale from fear.

She was afraid of seeing the looks on their faces,

Seeing their disappointment.

Hell, they sure had a lot to be disappointed about.

The had the right to be disappointed about the kiss,

The right to be disappointed about her lack of ability to explain herself,

The right to be disappointed about her running away.

"You can trust me. But you're obviously not doing that. If you trusted me you would tell me what's going on. I thought we were better than that, Callie. It doesn't feel right just taking you across state lines, many state lines, just because you had a fight with your mo— "

"Brandon and I kissed," Callie said quietly. She silently hoped that Wyatt didn't hear her.

Wyatt stopped talking for a second. "So? I already told you that you guys should go for it. You both like each other, and it's not like they're going to keep you. Remember?"

"They were going to keep us. That's the problem. And I would have ruined everything for Jude. He's really happy there, Wyatt. I can't take that away from him, just because…" Callie stopped before she could get the words out. She knew that as soon as she said them, it would make everything all the more real. She turned her gaze toward her window in an effort to drown her thoughts in the scenery.

"Because what?"

"Because I love him," she said louder than she expected. Her eyes began to water, and she wiped her tears away quickly.

"Jude would understand."

"No, he wouldn't have." She turned around to look at Wyatt directly. "He saw the kiss and he was so angry with me. I have never seen him look at me with so much hate in his eyes. He yelled at me and called me selfish… and he's right. My stupid actions could have caused him another family. I wasn't thinking about anyone but myself. I'd rather die than hurt him again," Callie said with more tears flowing out of her eyes. She couldn't fight them back any longer.

"I…I didn't know. I'm sorry… But running away? Callie, you couldn't just talk to them about it?" Wyatt asked.

"And tell them what? 'Hey, sorry but you can't adopt me, because I'm in love with your son, and we kissed yesterday. But oh wait, can you adopt Jude? And still let me live in your house?'" Callie asked sarcastically and ended it with an eye roll.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, stupid idea… But not as stupid as saying 'Hey I left the state, violating my probation, and now I have a warrant for my arrest out, no home, and no family," Wyatt replied, ending with the same eye roll.

"They weren't my family! They were just another foster family I ended up with! It's not a big deal!" Callie said trying to convince herself more than Wyatt. "Look, I'm used to moving around a lot. This is no different… Besides I've run away before. I know how to survive out there," she lied. She had never run away before, but she wanted Wyatt to believe she knew more than she did.

The idea of running away had come up in her mind before, but the thought of leaving Jude always stopped her.

She knew that this time, things were different.

This time, Jude would have a safe home and a family, who would love him,

And even a big sister who could take her place.

"Callie, if they wanted to adopt you, don't you think that they'll miss you. That they'll be upset by you leaving?"

"They'll get over it. I've lightened their load. They no longer have to take in Jude and his old juvenile sister. Jude will be taken care of, and that's all that matters."

"Do you seriously believe that, Callie? I mean, if they even offered to adopt you then—"

"I honestly don't care about any of that right now!" she snapped. "I just want to forget about everything. Can you manage to not judge me long enough for me to get some rest?" Callie asked. She turned to the side and closed her eyes.

She wanted to sleep, but even more thoughts began rushing through her mind.

Would they be angry that I just left?

Would Jude hate me forever?

Would Brandon blame himself for me leaving?

Would Jesus and Mariana even care?

No, of course not.

This wasn't her real family, and Jude would finally get what he deserves.

Stef and Lena were only going to take her in out of pity.

Jude was younger; he had time to gain their love.

They'd all be fine without her.

Who the hell wants to adopt a 16-year-old anyway?

"Sure," Wyatt replied. He didn't want to push her to talk anymore. But deep down, he got a bad feeling.