I do not own Four Brothers! This story is the sequel to my story Saving Me, but it is really a prequel because its about Elena first coming to the Mercer house. So I really dont know what to call it, the sequel/ prequel :) I hope you like it. Please review.

Chapter 1

"New Home"

"Hey kid, wake up." I rolled over on the bench I was laying on. There was a cop standing over me. Oh I'm in trouble, again. Not the first time a cop has found me asleep on a bench.

"You ok kid?" he asked. I shot up and put on a fake smile.

"Yes sir I'm fine. Now do you have the time?" I asked.

"It's ten thirty." damn, I'm late. I hopped off the bench and ran off. I am in so much trouble. I ran into the front door of my social workers house, who I've been living with for the past month.

"Your late." Julie was sitting on the couch.

"Sorry."

"Where have you been? Out sleeping in the streets again?"

"No, I was sleeping on a bench thank you." I said smirk.

"Don't use that smart mouth with me. Now go put your stuff in the car. We're late." My bags were already packed in my room so I put them in the car and we left. I've been living with Julie ever since I ran off from my last foster home. Julie doesn't believe me of why I ran off. She thinks I was being a brat. But I wasn't the brat. I ran off because they beat and never fed me. I only got my food by stealing it or from school. I've been in foster care since I was five. I'm fourteen now. My birth mother was fifteen when she had me and my father wasn't in the picture. When I was five I was taken away from her. She fell asleep and I happened to walk outside and almost got hit by a car. I made one mistake and I was taken away from her. I'm going to my third home. Evelyn Mercer is the woman's name. We pulled up in front of her house and Julie and I walked to the door. Evelyn Mercer answered. She was about in her fifties it seems. She seems kind enough.

"Hello Evelyn." Julie said kindly.

"Hello Julie, and you must be Elena." she smiled at me and shook my hand. I walked into the house as Julie and Ms Evelyn talked outside. Well this house looks better then what I used to live in. Soon a man in his early twenties walks out of the kitchen and stopped when he saw me. He was a good bit taller then me and he had scruffy black hair.

"So your the barbie I heard we were getting." he smirked. I glared at him. That wasn't the first time I heard that.

"Be nice Bobby." Ms Evelyn walked back in.

"I am nice. I'm just welcoming a sister." sister? That's a new one.

"Well ok, now Bobby where are the boys?"

"I'll get them." Bobby walked to the foot of the staircase.

"Yo! Get your lazy asses down here." he shouts.

"Bobby language!"

"Sorry." soon three guys came down. Two black guys and one white. The oldest black man looked to be about twenty two and the youngest seemed to be about twenty. The young white man seemed to only be about eighteen. Bobby was at least twenty four.

"Elena, that's Jeremiah, Angel, and Jack." pointed Bobby. Jeremiah was the oldest black man, Angel was the youngest, then Jack. They all smiled and said hi.

"Jack and Angel, please go get Elena's bags from the car and take them up to Jack's room." said Evelyn. They walked out.

"Well Evelyn, I guess I'll be on my way when they get the bags."

"Well it was good seeing you again Julie." smiled Evelyn. Julie then walked up to me and bent over to whisper in my ear.

"Don't screw this one up like you did your last one. You getting to old. I better not see you again." growled Julie. I could see the look Bobby had on his face. I think he could hear Julie.

"Same to you." I whispered. She walked out as Angel and Jack walked back in. I followed them up to Jack's room. It was kind of a small room, but it's bigger then what I usually get. Jack's bed was by the door and mine was on the opposite side of the room. Angel put my stuff down by my bed and left.

"Ma bought a new dresser for you." Jack pointed at the oak dresser by my bed. She bought me a dresser, and a nice one at that. I nodded and started to put my clothes away. I felt kind of bad. Jack is eighteen I'm guessing, and he's forced to share a room with me. He seemed nice enough though.

"Why are your clothes so big?" I didn't even notice Jack was watching me. The shirt I'm wearing right now I have to tie up and I'm wearing a belt with my jeans. Most of my clothes are to big. It's really hard to find clothes my size. The only clothes I own that are my size are clothes you see most preteens wearing.

"I like them big. They're comfortable that way."

"Well I get that, but your clothes look to be about my size." I just shrugged my shoulders. I finally finished putting my stuff up and slid my suitcases under my bed.

"Do you know that your social worker is kind a creepy?" I guess Jack is trying to brake the ice.

"Oh ya, she's a real delight." I laughed as I fell back on my bed. That comment made him laugh to.

"So just a word of warning. If you want a shower, take it now. Bobby and Angel are watching hockey. So go now." he laughed. I knew what he was saying. So I got the stuff needed for a shower and I ran to it. I turned on the shower and lifted my shirt up and looked in the mirror. I gently rubbed my sides. There's bruising around my ribs. I'm losing to much weight. The last foster home I was in ruined me. They never fed me, so now you can see way to much rib when you lift my shirt up. I cant even tell you how many times I broke a rib just from being pushed. A small tear streaked down my face as I got into the shower. It was so warm. I ran my fingers through my long wet blond hair. If only Julie believed me. I didn't screw up at my last home. I was through with the beating. The only way I got food was from stealing it and I couldn't always get that way either. If I did it was only candy bars or chips. I really hope this place is different. I turned off the water. Oh I really hope things will be different.