It was 4:45 PM on a Friday afternoon. Kat was in her apartment, getting out ingredients for tonight's dinner. She was craving homemade pizza pockets and so that's what she was going to make. She got out the biscuits, sauce, cheese, mushrooms and sausage bits. Just as Kat was about to pop the biscuits and preheat the oven, she heard her cell phone ring.

"Who could be calling me? No one calls me." Kat said out loud, as she raced to the spot where it was charging.

She picked up the phone with a casual "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Kat VanDokken?" A woman asked on the other end.

"Yes, it is. May I ask whose calling?" Kat just hoped it wasn't a bill collector, she didn't have the money to give them-nor did she want to give them any.

"This is Shirley Cassidy, from the Lockwood Elementary School."

Elementary school? What was this about? Did they want her to organize an ice cream social? Did they want her to chaperone a dance?

"Alright, how may I help you?" Kat asked, the confusion was evident in her voice.

"I'm calling on behalf of Dean Ambrose. It appears that you are listed as an emergency contact as his primary baby sitter."

Kat's heart started to race a mile a minute. She started to think the worse-she watched the news.

"What is… what is this about?" Kat's voice cracked.

"It's just, it's almost 5 PM, and I have Dean in my office. His mother was supposed to pick him up at dismissal which is 3 PM. I've tried getting ahold of her multiple times, and it was impossible."

Kat breathed a sigh of relief. Dean wasn't hurt.

"I'll be right there." Kat said and hung up. She ran to get her shoes and her keys, cellphone still in hand. She couldn't believe that Dean's mother didn't get him after school! How irresponsible could someone be?!

Kat got in her black 1988 Pontiac Trans Am and made her way to the elementary school. She really didn't like Dean's mother at all, and at that moment, she lost the tiny speck of respect she had left for that woman. Kat wasn't mad at the fact that she had to get Dean, in fact she would rather have Dean with her, where she knew he could be safe, but rather, Kat was mad at the fact that his mother was just so forgetful, or couldn't even text her to see if she could pick up Dean for whatever reason.

A short 3 minutes later, Kat parked her car in the empty school parking lot, and made her way inside. When she stepped into the entrance she was greeted by a teary eyed Dean.

Kat scooped him up and wiped away the tears with the sleeves of her pink hoodie.

"Don't cry, buddy. I'm here."

"Mommy forgot about me, again." Dean sniffed.

"I know, I know." Kat said quietly.

"What am I gonna do, Kat? What am I gonna do? I'm gonna go home and Mommy isn't going to be there and I'll be all alone."

"You want to stay with me tonight?"

Dean nodded.

"Alright. You can help me make dinner and we can play and we can watch Monday Nitro!"

"Can we play wrestling?" Dean asked, a smile forming on his face.

"Only if I can be Goldust." Kat said, bopping Dean's nose lightly.

"Ok! I wanna be…I don't know what I want to be yet!"

"That's ok, buddy! You can decide whenever!" Kat said as she carried him out of the school and into the car.

Once they were both in the car, Kat drove them back to her apartment. Dean was quiet the whole car ride, and that made Kat a little concerned-as usually Dean always had something fun to say about her car, or always asked her to go faster. None of that was said today, and it was just uncharacteristic.

Once they arrived at Kat's apartment, Dean plopped his Hulk Hogan backpack on a chair and followed Kat into the kitchen.

"You hungry?" Kat asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"Want to help me make pizza pockets?"

"Sure!" Dean smiled.

"Ok, can you peel the wrapper off the biscuits until they pop?" Kat handed Dean the tube of biscuits.

Dean started to peel the wrapper off the biscuits and when it popped, Dean looked scared.

Kat laughed a little bit and placed her hand on Dean's shoulder.

"It's ok, buddy-they are supposed to do that."

"Oh." Dean said, handing the popped container to Kat.

"Do you want to help me flatten out the biscuits?"

"Yeah! What do I do?"

Kat placed all the biscuits on the cooking sheet and started to flatten one with her hands.

"Now, your turn!"

Dean flattened out the biscuits and helped Kat make the pizza pockets, he even helped her put them in the oven.

"Ok, now we have to wait for them to cook!"

"How long is that going to be, Kat?" Dean asked, pouting a little.

"Until they are golden!"

"But I'm hungry!"

"Soon, Deanie." Kat said as he picked him up and walked to the living room.

"Kat, will my mommy pick me up later?"

Kat sighed. "I don't know Deanie pie. I sent her a text saying you were here; she didn't get back to me."

"She doesn't care. I don't care. I wanna stay with you." Dean snuggled into Kat's chest. Kat ran her fingers through Dean's curly hair and sighed.

"Why do you say your mommy doesn't care?" Kat asked, knowing the answer, but she wanted to hear it from Dean himself.

"She hates me, Kat. I already told you she thinks I'm stupid fat and worthless. She hits me too. When it's tubby time she'll slam me against the wall when she washes my hair. She kicks me to wake me up. She hates me." Dean started to cry. Kat's heart just broke even more. This poor little baby, only 5 years old, being treated like a little kick toy.

"Sweetie, just know, I'm always here for you. I won't let anyone hurt you." Kat hugged Dean and smiled at him.

"I hope mommy doesn't come back for a long time. Sometimes she just runs away for a long time. Maybe today is one of those times."

"Maybe, Deanie. But for now, the pizza pockets are ready, and we'll have a good night. We'll play games and read stories and draw! Sound fun?"

"Lots of fun!"

"Good! Now let's get dinner!"