Jake looked down at his cuffed wrists as the cop car pulled up in front of the group home. He looked up as one of the cops opened the door and pulled him out. As he looked past the officer he saw the door of the group home open and one social worker that looked after the kids. She spoke to the officer as Jake walked up with the other one. As he got to the door he heard the officer telling her that they had caught him in an abandoned lot with a knife to his wrist. Social worker sighed. "Thank you. I will take it from here. Do you have the knife?" The officer handed her a switch blade as hand cuffs were unlocked and Jake tried to walk past her into the house. "Not, so face Jake." She grabbed his arm as she closed the door. Jake sighed and turned to face her. "I am tired and just want to go to sleep." He glared at her but he seemed to be to tired to really put much effort into the glare. "Where did you get the knife?" He sighed and shrugged. "A pawn shop just like all the other ones." Sighing she moved her hand to his shoulder. "You have to stop this, one day your going to hurt yourself or someone else. Now go get some sleep and we will talk later." Jake shrugged off her hand and headed for the stairs. He had been gone for almost three days and had slept for about six hours in that time, which left him more bitter than usual so most of the other occupants moved out of his way as he walked through the house.