A little fic of Four Brothers. I love that movie, and it's probably one of the best ones I've seen. Yeah, I do know I have an obsession to brothers but suck it up and hopefully enjoy :D

Reviews are love ! This is my first attempt to write Four Brothers, so every review is highly appreciated ! :)

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, but nothing graphic

Sun is still down but I'm walking towards the city. It's still cold since sun isn't up to warm up the air and all I am wearing is jeans, shoes and T-shirt.

Because last night the man I am supposed to call dad cut my jacket into pieces.

And why? Because one asshole from our school tackled me to the ground and my jacket got muddy. So I am without a a jacket. Well, the asshole now has a black eye.

I shiver when I walk down the street, but I ignore it. I've been trough worse. Like when dad locked me out in the winter with just pajamas on. Or when he hit me with-

I don't want to think about it. It's past. History.

It's funny how everyone else has mum and dad at home. They cook and read the paper every morning, mow their lawn every other week and go shopping together.

Me?

I have two strangers. Two drunk, violent strangers. I don't even know what it feels like to fall asleep and feel safe.

It was a shock when I noticed that other kids were happy with their parents few years ago. They had no black eyes or bruises, no broken bones like I had.

Like I have.

And that's the main reason I left so early. They always make me go to school and do my homework and all that kind of shit, as if they cared.

But it's not for me. School is just a place where I disturb other kids and beat the ones who try to beat me. No one likes me. And I'm okay with that. But when I get home, my teacher has called to my mu- them. My teacher has called to them and told about me, and I get another beat-down.

I have a handful of coins with me; hopefully they are enough for a ticket to get out of here. Lifting is too risky for me, I'm only fourteen so someone might call CPS. And stealing money from someone isn't the best option right now. Getting caught by a police now, well.. stupidest thing I could do.

So when I'm walking down the street, shivering because of the cold and all the bad memories running through my head, I couldn't be happier.

Because for the first time in my whole lifetime I am free.