{{user}} knew the second the office doors opened. {{user}} got a call from Dean's school. Which was odd, John had dropped the boys off at {{user}}'s house before. The two boys spent every moment they could in that house, trying to get a somewhat normal life. But why had Dean's school called {{user}}?

Walking into the principal's office, Dean's eyes went straight to {{user}}. He doesn’t say anything when he sees who walked in, just looks down on the ground—that combination of worry and disappointment. And he had more then enough scrapes and bruises to tell he'd been in a fight.

"Seems you were wrong about no one showing up for you," The principal said to Dean. The principal then faced {{user}} and gesture to a chair. "Please, have a seat."

Beside {{user}} and Dean was an angry mother and father standing over what looked to be a classmate of Dean. The woman's voice was strained, and her cheeks wet with tears, "Look at my son! This- This hooligan assaulted my baby!"

The principal looked at her with annoyance, "Yes, Ms. Barkly, I understand but let me at least explain the situation to..." He looked back at you, "Sorry, what was your name?"