Hello and welcome! I would like to first start off by saying that this is the first story that I've written in a while. Though, I have been writing for quite some many years, I've been actively RP'ing for the last four, so, I've been on and off when it comes to writing fics. But, I've decided to come back and try my hand at this one more time and this is the result! I found this story in my 'writing' folder on my laptop and decided to give this a go after editing the whole thing since I decided that I liked the plot. And thus, this is why I'm posting it today! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I wish I could claim credit for Four Brothers but unfortunately, I cannot. :/

Prologue

Our first meeting had been a mere coincidence. I had never heard of him, and he had never heard of me. The new girl was what most people addressed me by and he was always addressed as the fourth Mercer brother. And at the time, I hadn't a clue what kind of significance that title even had. I was just the new girl that had moved to Detroit because her parents had divorced. The girl that was in the custody of her father because she didn't get along too well with her mother. A woman who might have introduced me to the love of my life but made me feel less than thankful about the fact. She was the reason why I was so good at dancing but also the reason why my life had only revolved around that.

When I was seven and told her that I wanted to dance just like her, any and all friends that I'd had disappeared in the blink of an eye. The only thing my world revolved around then was education, replenishment and ballet. That was ten years ago and I still haven't looked back nor attempted to remedy those situations. What could I do, I asked myself? What step was I supposed to take? Everything in my head had been about ballet for so long a time, that I was comparing things in my everyday life to dance.

And that meant that I simply ignored everything and moved on. I treated people the same way, too. I didn't really understand why people would act the way they did - or if they were making a joke or being sarcastic. I took everything seriously because when it came to ballet I was supposed to take everything seriously. There was no joking. You didn't act that way if you wanted to learn.

And I wanted to learn, I wanted to be like my mother so badly.

Beatrice Gregory, the child prodigy. She had been well known in America by age twelve and by the time she was seventeen, everyone in the dancing world knew her name. For that reason alone, most people considered me lucky. And for a while, I had considered myself lucky as well. My mother was a world renowned ballerina - could things get any better than that? But I didn't realize until I was sixteen just how much of a victim I was in her little web of fantasies.

They always say that some parents will live out their dreams through their children, and my mother was living out her dream of ballet with me. Ballet was her life and she refused to give up her dream just because she had gotten older. She wanted to continue basking in the splendor of dance through me. She wanted to live that life for as long as she could. When my parents began to talk about divorce, everything crashed down around us both. I began to notice that my mother didn't see me - she just saw herself. That she had blocked me away from the world - made me naive like a child - just so that I would solely focus on dance and dance alone.

And Jack Mercer -

- Jack Mercer taught me how to move again on my own.

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