This downward slope just doesn't end.

[Abby! (:]

Denver was driving by the school just on patrol. Today was one of the rare days without Beya. She got to enjoy a nice day at home. Why does a dog get to enjoy weekly days off yet Denver rarely gets a couple days off in a month? Oh well. He felt the vibration of his phone "Hello." "Denver, we have a fight at the school and I see you're there. They want police involvement." Kara said over the phone. "I saw you were near there." "Alright. No problem." Denver nodded and pulled into the parking lot, going in. "The office is that way." The officer at the front desk told him. Lazy sons of bitches, can't take care of this themselves? Denver walked into the office seeing the boy already handcuffed. "That's him. His social worker is on her way to the station." The secretary told Denver. Denver nodded slowly and stared at the boy "Come on." He grabbed his shoulder and walked him out. "Let me hear your story." Denver asked as he got the boy in the car. "Or at least your name." He gave a small smile, trying to be as kind as possible. No way in hell a 13 year old boy could be a criminal. Right?

Ezra just got in the car and didn't say a word. He was trying to think of how he could fix this. He knew he was out of his home. He knew it, they were going to send him to another boys home. He looked over at Denver "Ezra. And I got into a fight." He said eventually. Denver looked up and smiled "Well nice to meet you Ezra." He looked at the boy who seemed smaller compared to the rest of his classmates. He didn't seem to be hurt either. Ezra just looked back out the window. He was fucked.

Denver pulled up to the station and brought him into a small room. Ezra frowned when he didn't see the two people that were currently his "parents" there. "Ezra this is the third time this semester. The parents could press charges and send you to a juvenile detention center." "He deserved it!" Ezra stared at the woman "He was tormenting me and wouldn't let me eat!" "Then tell an adult." The woman sighed. "Oh yes! Because adults can do so much just like they have in the past!" Ezra spat sarcastically. Denver stared, the boys mood had definitely changed. "You see how nobody else is here?" Ezra questioned and sat down. "You 'adults' know whats best for us kids yet all you do is bitch and whine and try to keep us fucking quiet! They don't care they just want us to be happy go lucky! I can't fake being happy!" He stared. The social worker stared and sighed. Another officer took Ezra back to a holding cell leaving Denver and the woman alone. "Ma'am is he in the foster system?" "Yes. Has been since he was 4. His parents are... not ideal." She trailed off. "Could I possibly foster him? I'll do the home check and everything. He can't be sent to a boys home. I know they're hell. I was in one for only a couple of months before my aunt and uncle were able to adopt me." Denver stared. "Let me just call my wife." The woman nodded "There's a chance that he'll be sent to juvenile detention." "Not if he's on house arrest with me." Denver shrugged and grabbed his phone calling Stasya.

[Stasya ♥]

stasya was sitting in the office, listening to a final mix of one of her songs sent back to her from jeremy. she sighed and smiled, glad to have it done. she still wished she could be out touring like she had always dreamed of as a teenager but, now she had a family. she could've done it, and part of her still wished she had, but she knew that she wouldn't be with denver or have the twins and zophia if she had done that. the house was quiet with all the kids at school, it was peaceful but a little unnerving. stasya had grown up with everything being too loud her whole life and now? she didn't like the silence. she put the headphones down on the desk and text jeremy to send it to her record label for their final review, sending the text just before her phone started ringing. she clicked the answer button almost instantly, always worried when denver called while on the clock, "hey babe, what's up?"

[Abby! (:]

"Nothing much. I just have a question." Denver shrugged looking as they took the boys fingerprints in the next room. "So a kid came in today, arrested for fighting at school with a weapon. But I don't think juvie is where he needs to be. He's a foster kid, he needs an actual home... and I think we can give that to him as his foster parents." He was hoping that she would say yes. She was adopted as well and she endured the system longer than he did, his was for half a year and hers was practically her whole life. This kid needed a home, and if they could just even be his foster parents at this point would be amazing. "His name is Ezra and I don't know much about him but for some reason... I just can't explain it." Denver sputtered out. "He'll be on house arrest. Which means he can go to school but I think for now homeschooling is what's better for him."