I do not own Four Brothers or the character.
The only character that are 100% mine are Pixie and Jane.
Chapter 1
"Regular Day"
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
I rolled over and looked at my clock. It read nine o' clock. In the morning. I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning. Great, five hours of sleep.
"Damn." I rolled out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I haven't gone to the store in awhile, so there really isn't any decent food around. So I just ate a bagel and had some coffee, black because I haven't bought creamer lately.
After breakfast I made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and straitened my long blond hair and put it up in a pony tail. I really didn't want to go to work. I work such odd hours. Six days a week from ten in the morning to three in the afternoon. Then I go back up at nine to sing and I don't always leave until midnight. I work at a club about a mile from my apartment
I walked to my room and took my pajamas off and slipped on a white spaghetti strapped dress, jeans and red flats. I grabbed my car keys and left. Detroit traffic really is some of the worst. It was early fall so it was about in the high sixties low seventies today. To keep warm I just had a black sweater on.
I finally got to work. Late, but only by a few minutes. I wrapped my apron around my waist. I also got a loud welcome from my boss.
"Mercer!" He yelled from his office. I wandered in.
"What?" I leaned against the door frame.
"Your late." he scowled.
"By five minutes, keep your head on." I turned around and walked off. I hate my job. I walked into the bar area.
"Hey Pixie." I looked up and my friend Jane came over.
"Hey Janie."
"What's with the mood?" she asked.
"Well, I never really got much sleep and the big man just chewed me out, again." she wrapped an arm around me in a side hug.
"I'm sorry Pix"
"That's life I guess." We went our different ways to work. The time thankfully was going by pretty quickly. I always try to stay away from the bar area. The drinkers can be a little to much to handle. Along with the smell of alcohol. I've been sober for five months now. So, I still get a little tense around the smell of alcohol.
It's almost three and I got ready to leave with Jane. While we were getting ready to leave some guys were being rough to each other at the bar. Since it wasn't three yet, Jane and I had to try and fix it. Jane is a lot taller and more intimidating then I am. She's also older then me by three years. I'm only twenty one and five foot three. Jane is twenty four and five foot nine.
"Yo! Break it up morons!" Yelled Jane. She ran over and pulled on guy off the other. Jane may be sweet looking but she really knows how to be scary. But she couldn't hold him as he elbowed her in the ribs and pushed the other guy into me. The man was holding a full glass of vodka. The glass broke and it went all over me. I also felt a sharp shooting pain in my side. I saw some blood starting to soak through my dress. Some glass from the cup cut my side.
"Security!" yelled Jane. Two very tall and muscular men ran in and pulled the two out. Jane rushed over and helped me to the bathroom. I took my dress off and saw my cut up side.
"Aw geeze" Jane got a towel and tried to get the blood off of my side. I was biting my lip the whole time.
"Aw man, you have glass in your side." groaned Jane.
"Great!" I yelled sarcastically. I was still pretty nauseous from the vodka smell.
"I'll take you to a hospital to get them removed" said Jane. She handed me her jacket and she drove me to the hospital. Now, I have stitches in my side, great. Jane took my back to my house to get changed. I'm going to have dinner with my four older brothers tonight. This should be interesting as always.
"Your brothers are gonna kill you." smirked Jane.
"What they don't know wont hurt me."
"If they find out you got hurt at work, they're going to make you quit" said Jane. I sat by her on the couch and sighed.
"I'm twenty one, they lost the liberty to tell me what to do a long time ago. Oh wait, they never had that liberty, I'm not a little kid anymore." We both broke down laughing. My brothers and I are all adopted. We all look out for each other . We are known as the family of tough love. None of us our afraid to be rough to make a point. As the youngest, and the sister, my brothers can be very over protective at times. Ok, most of the times.
I changed into blue jean, a red v-neck top, and black heals. I hung around the apartment with Jane and decided to leave at six.
"Good luck" smirked Jane as I was walking out.
"Thanks, I'm probably going to need it." I left and drove to my brothers house. My oldest brother Bobby and the youngest brother Jack both live together. Angel has his own place and so does Jerry. I got to the house and saw everyone was there except Jerry so far. Alright, I grabbed my house keys and let myself in. Our family dinners are always different.
