Shattered|The Fosters

18

Mariana's P.O.V

I sit in the room with Callie, sitting next to her on her bed as we study her computer screen.

Callie and Jesus already know.

And I might have told Brandon as well....but not on purpose!

I found the journal.

They're planning on adopting her.

At least I think so.

They keep going to Bill's and coming back with paperwork.

That could either be a good sign or a bad sign....But I honestly don't know what's going on with Emmie.

She just seems so distant all the time, like she's afraid to come out of her shell.

To show who she really is.

She comes in the room and closes the door behind her, leaning against the door.

Her face is flushed, and her eyes say it all.

She looks like she's about to choke on something.

She flinches, as if she saw something that startled her.

"Hey," I say quietly, walking toward her. "Are you okay?"

She looks at Callie, then me, her eyes glossy as she bites her lip.

She covers her mouth as a wrenching sound comes out.

She let it go.

She sinks to her knees, and I rush in to embrace her, following Callie.

Warm tears slide down her face as she clings to Callie, sobs escaping from the corridor of her lungs.

She cries so hard, I think my heart might shatter.

"Breathe, Emmie," Callie coos, hugging her close to her chest.

She tries, but all that comes out is a strangled sob.

I feel my heart breaking watching her.

She shouldn't have to be going through this.

"Emilia," I coo, grabbing her still bruised hand. "You can't do this. You need to let it go. Stop trying to hold it in."

"I-" she sobs, trying to form words in between breath filled sobs. "saw him."

"Who?" Callie asks, trying to push her off to see her.

"My D-dad," She sobs. "He tried to take me again."

The only sound in the room is her ragged breathing.

Everything else is....

Silent.