Since I'm still a bit down, and lost, so these one-shots might keep coming.
This story is inspired by a song called "Happy ending" by Mika, and I of course dosen't own the song or four brothers.
This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending. This is the way that we love, like it's forever. Then live the rest of our life, but not together.
Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life. Can't get no love without sacrifice. If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well. A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell.
One year. One year full of pain, guilt and despair. One year since everything happened, since everything went to hell. Today, one year ago, they took him away.
It all started as it usually did, with a fight. Mine, not his. At least that's what I told him. He didn't listen. For Bobby, every fight was his fight if one of his brothers were involved. It usually didn't end like this, but this time was different. This time it wasn't just the usual nagging from Green, this time it was murder. Not planned, at least not what they could prove. It looked like an accident, I knew better.
I told him it wasn't worth it, I told him to let it go but it didn't matter, he couldn't.
Sometimes I hate him for leaving me. Then I hate myself, because I'm the reason he's gone.
We visit even though he tells us not to. I know he dosen't want us to see how it is, and Ma is always sad afterwards. What Ma dosen't notice is what me and Jerry and Angel see so clearly. Bobby dosen't belong in jail, but that dosen't change the fact that he fits. Like a piece in a puzzle he came in and straight away took his place, no questions, no hesitation. He's been in jail before, and he's a Mercer. Bobby says that's all there is to it, that's why they leave him alone. I wonder what he's done to make the Mercer name famous, cause you don't just get that kind of respect, it's earned.
Angel says I shouldn't worry, Bobby can take care of himself and I know he can. Strange as it is I don't worry about him, well a little but not that much. He's my big brother and I know that he can do anything. It sounds fucked up but it's the truth. He's Bobby Mercer, and that's all there is to it.
I just want him home.
He'll be out in 6 months if he behaves. 6 months feels like forever. I told him he had to behave, otherwise he'll get more time. He's not stupid, he knows that. But I know that in jail, your rep is all you got, there's no backing down if it's on the line. Especially not for Bobby. So even though I know he wants to be home with us, he'll do whatever it takes to keep up the Mercer name.
I was not willing to risk him getting more time, so naturally I came up with a plan to ensure Bobby's release in 6 months.
I fuck up. Often. I party, get into fights, and get beat up. The cops have brought me home more times than I can count in the last 4 months. I feel guilty for worrying Ma, I really do, and I feel guilty Angel and Jerry is out beating up people who beat up me. But I can't stop, because I know they tell Bobby. I know he'll realize I need him here, that I need his help. So he'll have no choice but to behave so he can get home.
People might be surprised if they knew this side of me, I don't know why. My last name is Mercer too.
This is the way you left me, I'm not pretending.
Thanks for reading and hope you liked it :)
