{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only w...
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"There you are," Jack's voice says entering onto the rooftop. I glance over my shoulder from looking out into the distance. I sit up on the table, arms crossed and hunched over. He shuts the door behind him and I turn around, looking back out. I hear him draw closer and walk past me, following my gaze to wheee I was looking. He stands tall and with his hands in his front pockets.
"I didn't mean to push him," I say, softly. Jack drops his head and nods. "I thought he was going to hurt her."
"It's okay," Jack says, picking up his head. He turns it and our eyes lock. "Ryan and Andy are close. It's just... He's upset she didn't tell him she was pregnant."
"He can't blame her," I say easily, shrugging. "They were young."
Jack gently smiles. "Mind if I sit with you?" He takes one of his hands out of his pockets and points at the spot next to me. I shake my head and move over for him to sit. He walks over, taking a step up and then sits beside me easily. He places his hands down, gripping the edge of the table.
"I didn't mean to push him Jack. I just... It just looked like he was going to hurt her and I didn't want that," I whisper and Jack nods.
"That's what I told Andy. Lucky guess huh?" Jack tries to lighten. I look out, back into the distance. "Cub, whatever is said to you or whatever you're thinking know it's not your fault. It's not Andy's fault. It's not Ryan's fault. It's the system's fault. It's so extremely broken."
"But why?" I ask, looking at him. He's looking down at the ground shaking his head from side to side.
"You know, I- I'm not entirely sure to be honest. It's just always been broken. It was since I was in the system too."
"If you don't mind me asking... How bad was it for you?" I hesitate at the question. I didn't want to ask but I was curious. I wouldn't have asked if he didn't bring it up. There's been few comments made by him and everyone within station 19 about Jack in the foster system. It was nice though, to have something in common like that with someone. Even though I don't know his story, it feels like I do in a way. Same with Joey.
"It wasn't the best. I thought I found a forever home but... a fire led me being placed back into the system. They were struggling with money to start with. I thought they were going to adopt all three of the kids in that house but the fire led to a lot of things ruined. Money came up short and since there wasn't a stable home no more, the social worker had to take us. My sister and I got separated from it too."
"Your sister?" I perk up and see him sadly nod. His eyes back down on the ground. A sad look crossing his eyes from what I see. He slowly nods his head.
