Disclaimer: the standard I assume. I don't own four brothers or the boys.

Authors note: yes I am aware I have another story on the go at the moment, but that one I started a while ago and haven't really thought about it. This one has come to me, and its slowly coming along. Hope you all enjoy it. To begin with it was just going to be a one shot but then I wanted to continue it. :D

Prologue.

You are a fucked up kid with a fucked up background that can't release yourself from your memories, or your pain. You have a head full of doubt, a body full of scars and a mind full of fear. And nothing anyone says or does can save you.

You're at a new home. A new family. You distrust them straight up, and let it be known. It gets you nowhere. it's the same outcome as always. A few weeks later and you are back in the group home. Is that what you wanted?

You know you wont be there for long. They are going to place you again. You're used to it. You hate it.

That's when you go to them. They are different to all the rest. The home, the family, doesn't have the same feel as everywhere else. You feel safe. And that scares you even more. You didn't even know what safe felt like. it's the strangest feeling ever, and it messing with your fucked up little head.

No one has touched you in a week. And you are confused. You're head spins as you try and work this out. Why hasn't one of them touched you?

You don't talk to them. The fear is driving you to silence. You don't look at any of them, and you are as timid as a mouse. You figure its because you feel safe here that you have gone into your shell. This isn't what you are used to, this isn't your environment.

You are becoming accustomed to the safety. To the little old lady and her three sons that are your new family. But you don't want to trust them, for fear of that trust being broken. Again.

You've lasted three months here so far. The longest you have ever been at any one home. You've started to come out of your shell a little. But you still don't talk too much and you still don't eat enough and you are still as fucked up as before. That's not going to change.

You have a pocketful of cigarettes and a handful of lighter as you sit at the couch watching the hockey with your brothers. You have learned to like hockey since arriving here. it's the main focal point for the family.

Nothing bad has happened to you since you came, and its finally catching up to you. You are finally realising that you truly are safe here, that no one is going to hurt you here.

It was five months after arriving that this realisation, this epiphany, came to you.