Hello. This is my first attempt at a Four Brothers Fanfic. Be kind. It's a little all over the place but this is only an introductory chapter; just so you get to know the OC's and because this is all about Jack's relationship I wanted to get straight into it.
Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism welcome.
Disclaimer: Own nada but the idea.
Give In To Me
She'd watched him all day, much like the first time he had ever seen her. She was waiting for his emotions to suddenly break through. He hid them well, only she could tell just how much he was hurting through his eyes, well that and just how many cigarettes he had already smoked that day. He hadn't spoken a word to her all day. She understood, he had bigger things on his mind having just buried his mother.
"Hey you," she shook her head as she looked away from Jack and to the person who had just spoken to her. A small smile graced her lips as she stood to hug the eldest Mercer brother.
"Hey Bobby," her voice was barely a whisper and her throat hurt from the incessant crying she had done when she'd heard the news of Evelyn Mercer's demise. She'd loved her as if she was her own mother. And now, she was gone.
"Didn't think you would come." She shrugged.
"I had to." She croaked. Her eyes flashed back to Jack who had made his way out into the garden. "How's he doing?" she asked. Bobby shrugged this time.
"You know Jack, keeps what he's feeling to himself." Kayden nodded. Yes, she did know Jack. She knew Jack better than she even knew herself. "Have you spoken to him?" Kayden shook her head this time.
"I was waiting for the best time." She lied. Speaking to Jack when he or she was in town was always a difficult task. At sixteen she met him, by seventeen she was sleeping with him, at eighteen they were madly in love and nineteen saw him leave her. He'd often visited his mother after leaving to pursue his music career in New York, the first time he came home it was awkward for the two of them. They hadn't exactly ended on good terms but it wasn't as if they hated each other either. The second time he'd come home was easier for them and they'd ended up in bed together. The same happened with every other time he came home. She knew it was cheap. But neither could help it; their bodies were addicted to each other and that's why it was so difficult to talk to him. They never really spoke when they saw each other; they usually simply went along with the silly small talk before pouncing on each other.
Bobby laughed; she knew he didn't believe her. "Just go over there." He nodded his head in the direction where Jack was sitting alone. Sighing she heaved herself out of her chair and walked towards him.
"Hey," she whispered shifting from foot to foot when she reached his side. "How're you holding up?" Within seconds he'd stood and wrapped his long arms around her small form. She heard the quiet sobs on her shoulder and she held him tighter to her. The feeling of his muscular chest pressed against her own sent a shiver through her and she inwardly screamed at herself for thinking about his naked form on top of hers when she was trying to comfort him in his time of need. As he finally pulled away his eyes would not meet hers. She knew it was because he was crying and he'd never let her see him cry even in the past.
"Thanks," he mumbled in his low grunt of a voice. She smiled up at him. He hadn't changed much over the years; he'd only bulked up a bit since his seventeen year old scrawny self. His hair was still long and all over the place on top of his head and his blue eyes; the eyes she had fallen deeply in love with were still exactly the same, they still and had always held a sadness. "I miss her." Her small hand found his and she threaded her thin fingers through his calloused ones.
"I know," she said sympathetically. "I'm here." She said sincerely. The two small words made his heart soar. He smiled a small smile down at her before bending and kissing her lightly on the cheek. Her eyes closed at the small sign of affection and she leant against him. Just like that, they were back where they always found themselves; together and even though both knew it wouldn't last, one would eventually leave, they held on to what they had at that moment because they would never let it change.
"Fairy! We're leaving!" Bobby called into the garden. Jack's eyes rolled and he glanced down at the girl beside him, a light giggle escaped her lips.
"Are you coming?" he asked with hope.
"Of course," she replied. "Lemme just get my coat." She strolled away from him and he watched her intently. One day, his love for her would end, they'd be parted indefinitely. But until then, he'd hold on as tightly as possible. "Ready." She grinned up at him and together, they both left Jerry's home.
Jack studied the girl from inside his house. He watched as who he assumed were her parents continuously ran into the house and back to the removal truck, occasionally stopping to talk to the girl. She sat on the lawn smoking cigarette after cigarette, a nonchalant look emblazed on her face. She picked absentmindedly at the dead, brown grass on which she sat.
"Instead of staring, why don't you just go introduce yourself?" Jack turned at the sound of his mother's voice as she entered the room. He shook his head.
"I wasn't staring." He insisted before taking yet another sideways glance at the new family across the street.
"Of course not," she winked unbeknownst to him. "Come on, grab your coat." He turned to his adopted mother confused. "We're going to go introduce ourselves." He groaned but knew better than to argue; no one ever won when arguing with Evelyn Mercer. He begrudgingly followed her out of their warm home and into the bitter cold. "Jack, pick up your feet!" Evelyn scolded; he immediately did as he was told. "Hello, we just thought we'd introduce ourselves." She said as they approached the family who were unloading more things from the van. The couple stopped what they were doing and smiled politely. "I'm Evelyn and this is my youngest boy Jack. I have three more but they come and go as they please." The man held his hand out to Evelyn.
"Lovely to meet you, I'm John, this is my wife Marie." Marie smiled and nodded towards the two. "And that's my grumpy teenager Kayden. Kadey! Get over here!" He called to the girl. Jack watched as she slowly got to her feet and made her way over. "This is Evelyn and Jack." Kayden dropped the cigarette she was smoking on the ground. Her father then proceeded to stomp it out.
"Hello," she smiled warmly at them both and Jack was surprised at how breathtaking it was. The two left soon after and Jack found himself constantly thinking of the petite, short haired brunette with the astounding smile. Kayden.
Weeks flew by and Jack and Kayden quickly became friends. Both had developed feelings for the other but they however, never acted upon them, and the other did not know. Kayden was two years Jack's junior but at nearing sixteen she was wise beyond her years. He often found her putting the world to rights with his mother over a cup of tea and biscuits. She was witty and sarcastic and was unafraid to show her annoyance with Jack whenever she felt it. He was amazed at how quickly they had become friends and how she had actually managed to get along with his brothers Bobby, Jerry and Angel; which was a rather unusual occurrence.
"'Bout time you woke up." He scratched his head as he glared at the grinning girl before him. He was clad in only his boxer shorts and she was sat at the dining room table, sitting across from Evelyn.
"What are you doing here?" he questioned glancing at the clock. Eleven twenty, it wasn't that late.
"Wow, charming. I can leave if you'd wish?" She looked at him with a cheeky smirk on her face. How he hated that smirk. She could make him give in and do anything with that smirk. Heck, she could make him do anything with just one look. Damn her insanely green eyes. He hated those eyes. He hated that smile. He hated the way her slim figure curved at her waist and hips. He hated her round ass and the way it swayed when she walked. He hated most things about her that would cause the butterflies to swarm in his stomach. The hold she had over him was unbearable. How could someone fall so hard and fast after so little time? Why did she have to be just the person he had always wanted?
"Nah, you can stay." He mumbled as he shuffled into the kitchen, Kayden hot on his heels.
"So...about your gig tonight..." He turned to her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Can I bring someone along?" He shrugged.
"Who the fuck do you know?" he teased, her eyes rolled.
"I know plenty of people thank you very much."
"Okay, who d'ya wanna bring?" He picked up a bowl from the cabinet and filled it with cereal.
She hesitated a second before finally speaking. "My boyfriend."
The moment he heard about him he hated him. The moment he met him he wanted to throttle him. The moment she told him of their first kiss he wanted to throw up. She was his Kayden and he'd lost her to some douche called Riley. Fuck that.
"You shoulda told her man." Jack's eyes narrowed at Bobby.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jack reiterated. Bobby laughed.
"You're too much of a fucking fairy to even admit it to yourself. You like the girl! And now some other dude's fucking her brains out."
"Shut up Bobby." Jack hissed. The thought had constantly crossed his mind. Kayden...sleeping with someone that wasn't him.
"Damn boy, you're actually in love with the girl!"
As soon as Jack and Kayden had said hello to Jack's other brother Angel the two found themselves upstairs in Jack's old bedroom. The room brought back many memories for the two and Kayden found herself walking directly towards his oldest guitar.
"You know when Evelyn told me you'd left this behind I didn't believe her." She laughed as she gently plucked one of its strings. He shrugged from behind her and sat on his bed.
"It was always my favourite." He sighed leaning his head on his pillow. Tiredness overcame him suddenly; the day had really taken it out of him. As he lay watching the hall he could just imagine his mother walking past, her arms laden with his dirty washing as she mumbled something about him always being sat on his lazy ass.
"Then why didn't you take it with you?" she questioned walking away from the instrument and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Because every time I looked at it all I could see was you." He said with his eyes tight shut. The corners of her lips twitched as she tried not to smile. Taking a deep breath she laid down next to him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her and brought her closer to him. Her head gently rested in the nape of his neck. He smelt the same; a mix between his aftershave and cigarettes, she loved that smell. "I've missed you."
She could feel the tears begin to burn at the backs of her eyes. She wished she was strong enough to leave because every time their little week or so long love affair ended, she was always too heartbroken to even crawl out of her bed. The hold he had on her was unfair and yet, she would always give in. Her love for him was out of control, she only wished it lasted for longer than it ever did.
"You been crying in here you little fairy?" Bobby teased as he entered the room. Jack shifted so he was sitting up more; Kayden rolled off him and closed her eyes.
"Leave it alone man." Jack sighed.
"Still making a lot of racket on this freaking thing?" Bobby asked indicating towards the open guitar case on the floor.
"Yeah, still making a lot of racket." He laughed lightly.
"I should get going, leave you guys alone to catch up." Kayden said as she sat up on the bed.
"Are you going to come over later?" He questioned. Kayden could hear the hint of desperation in his voice. He needed her.
"Of course."
"What the hell was that Jack?" she shouted at him as she dragged him into the street. She knew his brother's were watching from the window along with their friends but she didn't care. She was pissed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." His feet kicked at the snow. Kayden sighed and her eyes narrowed on him.
"Like fuck don't you!" she pushed his chest as hard as she could muster. "What the fuck are you playing at? You can't tell me who the fuck I should or should not be dating!"
"I didn't!" he shouted back. She took a step back shocked at his outburst. He'd never raised his voice at her before.
"Yes you did!"
"Fine, so what if I did? It's not as if you're going to listen to me!" he threaded a hand through his snow covered hair.
"Too right I'm not." She mumbled. "Why'd you have to go and tell them Jack?" He sighed; he knew that that was what she was really annoyed at. "I told you in confidence." Her voice was barely a whisper.
"It's not like I asked to hear about it in the first place." He stated. He hated where this conversation was headed; she'd discover his secret.
"I simply said it like I would to my friend. I wasn't about to delve into the details." Her eyes had darkened as she looked up at him. His eyes softened slightly.
"Telling me was enough detail." He murmured. Her head tilted questioningly. Jack turned her back on him. He was going to admit it; he just couldn't face her as he did so. "I didn't want to hear how you slept with him Kayde."
"Because you don't like him for some unknown reason."
"No because I don't want to know about you sleeping with anyone. I don't want to think of you doing that with anyone."
"What? So you want me to become a nun?" she laughed attempting to lighten the situation. She hated fighting with him.
"No, I don't want you sleeping with anyone...unless it was with me." As soon as the words escaped his mouth he instantly regretted it. Why was he so stupid? She didn't reply, too shocked, surprised and confused to even recollect what he had said. After a few more minutes Jack turned back to face her. "Goodnight Kayden." He whispered before briskly walking towards the door. Kayden stood and watched the spot he had just vacated.
What the fuck had just happened?
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