Broken Ties
By: Sarah Mercer

Summary:The Mercer sister is having trouble sleeping, because of her mother's and brother's death's. She feels respoinble for Jack's death and guilty for not saving him. She starts to do anything to not dream of her mother and brother dying. R&R PLZ Warning: Drug use Remember: Things are not always what they seem.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything or anyone from Four Brothers. I only own the random people and the brothers little sister, who you will know more about in the future chapters. So, read this and tell me what you think!

"Jack!" I yelled as I watched my older brother get shot by some guy in a hockey mask. I ran toward Jack, not listening to my oldest brother Bobby yell at me to get back in the house. I went and grabbed Jack as he got up and we both ran toward the house. Jack gave a yell and fall down on the snow, taking me with him. I barely felt the cuts I had gotten from bullets grazing me all over my body.

"Bobby!" Jack yelled. I felt tears sting in my eyes as I heard him call for Bobby. There was so much emotion in Jack's voice. I tried to cover Jack's wound in his shoulder as he called for Bobby. I had tears running down my face as I heard Jack yell and scream and as I realized that Jack just might die. I pulled my hands away from Jack's shoulder and pulled my sweater jacket off. I wrapped it around Jack's legs, trying to keep him warm and to stop the bleeding from his legs.

I put my hands back on Jack's shoulder wound. I cried out for Bobby as I saw Jack weaking. I saw Bobby start beating the living shit out of one of the guys that had been shooting at us. I kept on putting perssure on Jack's wound. The next thing I knew Jack was dead.

"NO!" I yelled. Jack couldn't be dead, there was no way in hell he could be dead! Tears just kept on making their way down my face. I kept on crying as my three other brothers yelled at me for not being able to save Jack.

"I tried to save him! I'm sorry!" I cried as I kept on crying and my brothers kept on yelling at me.

"You let Jack die! You didn't save him! You should have died! Not Jack!" everything my brothers yelled was becoming mixed, where I couldn't tell who was saying what.

"I'm sorry! I tried to save him!" I yelled.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt as though tears had been running down my face while I had been dreaming. I sat up in my bed and pulled my knees as close to my chest as I could. I laied my head on my knees as I tried not to cry. Mercers didn't cry. But I felt like I didn't deserve to be a Mercer. I had let Jack die. I wasn't able to save him. I hated myself for letting Jack die.

I got out of my bed and went downstairs. I slipped my shoes on and I slipped my jacket on. I then walked out into the freezing Detroit night air. Forcing myself not to look at the place Jack had died, I ran all the way to the hockey rink were just three weeks ago me and my brothers had played hockey. I saw the guy I was looking for.

"Chris!" I yelled, grabbing his attention from his latest skank.

"Mercer." He said walking over toward me. "What do you want?"

"Something to make me forget my brother's...death."

"Well, I think I got just what you need." Cris pulled out a few bags of different stuff.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Some weed, some marjiuna, some joints and some pills that will knock you out and you'll sleep like a rock."

"I'll take them. How much?"

"I'll let you have these for free, but the next bunch is going to cost you around, 20 bucks."

"Okay, thanks man." I took the bags and put them in my jeans pocket. I then turned around and ran all the way back home. If you could call it that. Without Ma it didn't feel like a home. At least with Jack it felt somewhat like a home. I forced myself once again not to look at the place were Jack died as I went inside. I pulled my shoes and coat off and then went back upstairs to my room. I had to past Ma's and Jack's rooms to get to mine.

"Why did my room have to be next to Jack's?" I asked myself in a whisper. I went into my room and locked the door. I opened my window and pulled out the bags Chris had given me. I pulled out a joint and then I grabbed a lighter I had in my desk drawer that Bobby had given. If he had known I would be using it to light a joint instead of lighting some bastard's family jewels on fire, he would have never gave it to me.

The lighter was silver with a black dragon wrapped around it. I flicked the top up and used the lighter to light the joint. I took a deep breath of the joint and smiled as it started its work in making me forget or at least making me hazy.

Ma had been killed by two hired killers. The guys who hired them was Victor Sweet and he didn't know that he had signed his own death certifcaite. Bobby had killed him after he had killed Jack. Jack had died after getting shot in the shoulder and legs after he had been led outside by some asshole in a hockey mask. Its been a good three weeks since all that shit went down, but I'm still feeling the affects of it. So are my brothers.

I still dream about Ma getting killed in that video. And every time I have that dream it goes, Ma, Bobby, Jerry, Angel and then Jack and then it starts over and it keeps doing so, 'till I wake up in a cold sweat. And then I dream about Jack getting killed and not being able to save him. My brothers, I know they miss Ma and Jack like I do.

My brothers and me have been working on our house since Sweets got killed. Our house had gotten messed up in the shoot out.

I went to take another deep breath of the joint when I realized that it was almost gone. I finished the joint up and hid all the weed, marjiuna, joints and pills under my mattress and sat my lighter back in my desk drawer. I then laied down and tried to go to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes I saw Jack laying in his blood in the snow outside our house. I reached under my mattress and pulled out one of the pills.

I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed me a glass of water and swallowed the pill. I went back to my room and laied down. I thought about how I met Chris, while, the pill went to work.

Flashback

I was in class trying not to go to sleep. I had had the dream of Jack dying again and I was so damn tired.

"Hey, Mercer, what's wrong? You fucked too much last night?" someone asked me.

I lifted my head up and looked at a tall black boy, who I knew was named Chris. I also knew he sold drugs and things like that.

"No, I didn't fuck too much."

"Then what?"

"Bad dreams. Real bad dreams."

"I got some stuff that will help you sleep and forget stuff."

"No, thanks, man. I don't do that stuff."

"Well, if you want some, you can find me most likely down at the hockey rink by your house."

"Thanks, but I'll probably not get any of that shit."

"You never know, Mercer." and with that Chris walked away to his seat. I sat there wondering if I would buy any of that shit he was offering me.

"Nah, I won't." I muttered to myself.

End Flashback

"Oh, how I was wrong." I whispered to myself as I became drowsy. I drifted off to sleepjust moments later. For the first time in three fuckin' weeks, I slept without dreaming about Ma or Jack getting killed.

A/N: Well, this story starts off differently then the others, huh? How do you guys like it? Remember, review my peeps! Later!