A/N: Yes yes yall!! I have another story I was working on. I love this movie and Mark Walhburg is effing hot. So with that, I'm making a story with the love interest for him and I don't think I will have Jack die in this either. That was just wrong. Anyhoo... enjoy this and as always R&R!! Much love kiddies!!

Oh yeah... I will get to writing my other stories as soon as I can. No worries! I got this! They will be up! Smooches!

P.S. I OWN NOTHING BUT RACHEL!!

--Introduction--

Growing up, I always thought I got the short end of the stick. My name is: Rachel Logan and I lived with my so-called mother. She turned into a raging alcoholic after my father took off when I was about ten years old.

I hated being around my mother especially when she was drunk off her ass. She would get mad and took out all her blame on me for my father leaving her. Through out high school, I'd go there with bruises or an occasional fat lip.

Nobody never noticed me or my bruises except for one person. That was Bobby Mercer. He became my friend after seeing the third busted lip I had.

I was sitting on a bench after school, looking at my fat lip with my mirror when someone sat down next to me, I didn't bother to look up because I was going to ignore them and they'd eventually get up and leave.

After about ten minutes, that person didn't budge. I finally looked over and to my surprise there was Bobby Mercer looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Um… yeah, it's just a scratch." I tried to lie.

He gave me that 'yeah-right' look, then he reached over to touch my face and examine it. His face was inches from mine.

"You're coming with me." he said.

"What? Why?"

"Just come on." he started to stand up.

"Wait, do you even know my name?" I asked, because I wasn't just going to go with just anybody.

"Yes… You are Rachel Logan and I am Bobby Mercer."

"I know who you are… I just didn't think you knew my name."

"Yes, I know who you are too… now come on." he said grabbing my backpack and putting it over his shoulder.

"Okay." I smiled, because the 'Bad Boy Bobby Mercer' actually has a heart.

We started walking, when I noticed we were in the same neighborhood I lived in.

"You are going to be okay, Rachel." he said.

"Um… okay. So where are we going?" I asked.

"To my house."

"Really? Because this is the way to my house." I said looking around.

"I know." he smirked.

"You know?"

"Yeah… I've been keeping an eye on you and I'd prefer if you stayed with me."

"What do you mean… stay with you?" I asked totally confused as to what he was talking about.

"Stay a while at my house and you'll see." he said with a smile.

"Okay, then." I said.

We walked a little more in the neighborhood, when we reached his house I realized we were like a block away from my moms house.

Before we walked inside, he said "I don't know if my little brother is home, but I know my Ma is." I nodded then followed him inside. "Ma… Jer, this is my good friend Rachel. Rach… this is my mom Evelyn and my little brother Jerry."

I nervously waved and said "Hello."

"What's up" said Jerry not taking his eyes off the TV.

Evelyn walked up to me looking at my face and said "Let's get you cleaned up." I nodded then she walked me into the kitchen and sat me down, while she got out her first aid kit out of the cupboard.

She started cleaning up my lip when I said "Thank you."

"No problem, dear… how'd it happen?" she asked and I broke down into tears. "Whatever it is… I'm sure we can fix it."

"I don't think anyone can."

"What do you mean?"

"Can I stay here tonight? I can't go home." I asked.

"Of course… You can stay here as you need to. Okay?"

"Thank you, so much, Evelyn."

"No problem." she smiled at me and I nodded then put my head down on the table, while she walked upstairs.

I heard footsteps coming from behind me, it was Bobby. He sat down in the seat the Evelyn was recently in. I guess there was still tears on my cheeks because Bobby reached over and wiped them with his thumbs.

"Now, will you stay with me?"

I nodded and said "For tonight I will… Bobby, I can't go home."

"Well… if you stay here you wouldn't have to go home and get hurt all the time."

I shook my head and said "She doesn't mean it."

"She?" he winced at me.

"It's nothing." I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Okay, okay… I am sure you will tell me when you are ready." he pushed my hair behind my ear. "You can trust me."

I nodded and said "Can I go lay down somewhere?"

"Yeah… in my room, come on." he held out his hand, I grabbed it then followed him upstairs to his room. "I'll be watching TV if you need me for anything… I'll be here for you."

"Thank you, Bobby." I smiled. He smiled at me then went downstairs. I took off my shoes, laid down, and fell asleep with ease and it was the best sleep I ever had.

That was the day, Bobby became my friend, I met the most wonderful woman in the world and I finally I felt like I was free from my mother from beating me. That week Evelyn helped me with the paperwork to be emancipated from my mother and after that, since I was sixteen and didn't have anywhere to go, Evelyn let me stay there as long as I needed to.

During the years of being there, Evelyn adopted two more boys, Angel and Jack and they've became like my little brothers while Jerry was kind of like a big brother since he was a year older than me.

Bobby on the other hand, became more than that. Right after I graduated high school, he became my boyfriend. We were together for a while, he was my first, he taught me how to play hockey, fight, and he taught me how to shoot a gun if I needed to.

When everyone except Jerry left the nest, Angel went off to the Marines, Jack went to go pursue music, and Bobby left me to go find a better job somewhere else, I decided to leave too. I don't even think we officially broke up or ended it.

And now, I am on a flight back home to Detroit years later. Jerry left me a message saying that Evelyn passed away. I couldn't believe it at first, but I could tell there was something more to the story.

I was completely upset about the whole thing. I loved Evelyn and she was like a mother to me, she took me in and took care of me when my own mother couldn't even do that.

I was also nervous about seeing Bobby, since I haven't seen him or talked to him in so long. I know I don't look the same way I did back then, I don't think he'll recognize me. I guess we'll see.