This is my first Fanfiction so I would love to hear feedback and any suggestions you may have!

Announcement: I am going to try to keep the facts about when things happened and what happens as close as I can. Thanks enjoy!

Jude walks home from school and drops his backpack by the door. "Hey Callie, I'm home. Where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen Jude!" Jude walks in and runs up to Callie and gives her a hug.

"Hey bud! I'm making dinner. We are having lasagna tonight so I hope you are hungry," Callie says.

"I am! I didn't eat my lunch today," Jude says looking down.

Callie lifted Jude's head making him look at her, similar to how a mother would do to her own child. "Honey, why didn't you have your lunch today?"

"It's nothing, a guy from school saw me talking to a guy in our class and called me names. Then he pushed me against a locker and demanded he would do something much worse if I didn't give him my lunch. I'm sorry!"

Callie's heart broke once again for her brother. She knew he didn't fit in well at school and didn't have many friends. "Jude you have nothing to be sorry for I'm sorry that happened."

Callie meant what she said. She was supposed to protect her brother from all the crap that was around, and yet she couldn't protect her brother from a seventh grader.

"I know but you spent money on the food and you took time to make it."

It's true their current foster father never fed them breakfast or lunch. He said they should learn that life doesn't always just hand them things so Callie started buying food from money she had collected over the years.

"Listen to me, I don't care about the time or money that it took for your lunch, he had no right to steal your lunch. OK?"

"OK," Jude agreed softly.

"Now why don't you set the table before you go and rest for a few minutes before dinner."

"Sure!"

After the table was set Jude went upstairs like Callie suggested.

When he reached the steps he saw his foster fathers door was open slightly. He decided to knock softly and tell him dinner would be ready soon. When he knocked and heard nothing he pushed the door the rest of the way and walked inside.

Jude saw that his foster fathers closet door was open and sitting in plain sight was the most beautiful wedding dress Jude had ever seen.

Even though Jude knew he would be in trouble if anyone caught him he took the chance. Jude looked in the mirror after he put on the dress he gasped at his reflection.

"Wow! I look really good," Jude muttered to himself.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET OUT OF THAT DRESS!" Jude froze where he was full of fear.

"I SAID NOW!" Their foster father took a step closer to Jude and when he was close enough where he could reach him, he started hitting him repeatedly.

"Callie!" Jude screamed. Snapping Callie out of her thoughts.

"Callie!" Jude screamed, even louder this time.

Callie quickly jumped up, sensing something was wrong. She ran upstairs as fast as she could. When she finally got upstairs she was horrified at the scene she saw.

Jude was in a wedding dress getting beaten up by her foster father terribly.

"Get off of him!" Callie yelled as loudly as she could.

She ran over and tried to get her foster father off of him but he was too strong. He kicked her in the stomach multiple times until she could barely breathe.

With all the strength she could muster up she got up.

"I cannot let this happen to Jude I need to stop it. He is my baby brother and I will not stand by doing nothing to help," Callie thought to herself.

She saw a baseball bat that her foster father and his son use to go to the batting cages.

"I know what I need to do," she continued thinking to herself.

Callie grabbed the bat as fast as she could.

"Hey what are you doing you stupid b****. Get off of my car," her foster father yelled while having his phone pressed against his ear calling the cops.

Okay so I know that follows what happens but I have a plan so be patient. Let me know what you think.