Taken In.

Trust

Callie's POV

I left. I left the house of hell. Where I stayed for twelve helpless years. I finally had enough. My parents were druggies and alcoholics, they would beat me, just because it was fun for them. I left about a month ago, now I live on the streets of L.A. It's not comfortable or pleasent, at all, but it's better than what I called home. I didn't want to go to the police or CPS. I was independent, I also don't trust anyone, only myself.

My name is Callie Johnson. I was an only child until I left my old hell I called life. I'm twelve years old, I have dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm fairly tall, standing at 5'5. I never attended school but I studied myself. I know how to read at a college level, write at a college level and figure out college level math equations. I guess I'm pretty good in the epidemic category. I love music but only hear when I'm walking the streets or in an store down town. My dream was to make music, in my free time I'd write songs and sing. I wasn't any good, it just got my mind off things; aka, my parents.

I settled down against a wall, my favorite red sweater on and black jeans. I was going to rest up, I never slept at night. I was too smart to do that in L.A or anywhere for that matter. I set my watch for an half hour before sunset then closed my eyes. I was out side a small makeup shop, so it was fairly quiet and in no time I slipped into a deep sleep.

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I woke up from a noise but not my watch. Voices. Loud too. I looked around to see a man, maybe mid twenties, yelling in my direction. I finally made out words.

"Are you okay?!" The man called. I just simply nodded but instead of him dropping it, he started to come closer to me. I quickly got up, making a game plan of how the hell I was going to get out of here.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, trust me." There's that word, trust. The man stood about five feet away, his hands up in surrender.

"Are you lost?" I shook my head.

"Then why at you out here so late, it's not safe." I looked around, it was dark. I must have slept through my alarm.

"Do you need a ride home?" He asked taking a step closer, I stepped back too. He looked disappointed.

"I don't..." I was interrupted by yelling then another guy joining the man in front of me. They looked kinda awesome. Dark clothes, piercings, tattoos. Were they in a cult or something? Oh god.

"Andy, what are you doing and who's this?" The new man asked Andy. That must be his name.

"I saw this girl, I think she's homeless." They both looked at me and I looked down.

"We have an extra bunk." The new guy stated. What were they talking about? Andy nodded.

"You're coming back with us." Before I could argue. The new guy, picked up my bag and Andy was holding out his hand to me. I layed my small hand in his giant one, there was something about them that seemed genuine. He smiled slightly and we walked to a big bus. Who were these people? I thought to myself.