Disclaimer: Don't own Four brothers, but I own Natalie so don't take her.
They had posted it again. A large yellow sheet of paper that stated her eviction had been stapled to the paint peeled door. Like she really fucking cared that they wanted her to leave. Pulling the paper off the door she gave it a quick look through. It said the same fucking technical shit it did all the time. Crumpling the paper in her hand she let out a sigh. Letting the yellow note fall to the ground she opened the door. She never locked her doors. Why? Well the only thing of value in the apartment was a twenty year old answering machine and not too many thugs or thief would even try to steal that. Stepping into the rundown apartment she sighed. Dull green eyes glanced around the room, watching as a piece of cheap ass wallpaper fell to the ground. They had blamed her for this dump falling apart? Sliding her now shoeless feet across the old carpet, she made her way to the kitchen.
The red light blinked slowly, on and off, on and off. The light seemed so inviting, tempting the owner to press the play button and to listen to their new messages. That damn light got Natalie Mercer all the time. Leaning forward she pressed the button, lifting her slender body up onto the counter, crossing her legs and tapping her nails against the chipped porcelain. The first message she just ignored, it had been her landlord telling to get the fuck out, upon other things. The second message was just her damn boss telling her she could get the next three weeks off, seeing as she so kindly paid off her due. The third message made Nat freeze.
That voice. She hadn't heard it for so long. It was Bobby.
"Hope this is the right number. Uh Natty it's uh Bobby." There was a pause as the sound of others echoed out from the machine. "Bobby let me talk to Lee." That was Angel, he had always called her Lee and he was the only one allowed to call her Lee. "Yeah Bobby, let us say something too." That was Jerry, her big brother Jerry. The man who knew just how to make her smile and when she was angry he was the only one that could calm her down." Shut up guys it's just the machine. Anyways…." There was a pause and everything was quiet. "Natalie…Ma's…" Another pause. "Ma's dead. She was shot. We want you to come down for the funeral and uh, Thanksgiving." Natalie's heart stopped her mind clouded over and she slipped down off of the counter.
Mom dead? It couldn't be true, mom had promised to live forever. It was childish yes, but when mom said it she meant it. Sliding down to the floor a flow of hot tears fell down her cheeks. Placing her face into her hands Natalie cried. It had been a while since she had actually cried from sadness, most of her tears had been lost while she was working or in the moments when she was locked in her room with a tube tied around her arm and those scattered needles around her floor. But these was different, these tears were from the knowledge that some one that had truly loved her had now just died. Without saying goodbye.
It was all the same. The town, the neighborhood, the house. Every little detail was just as it had been years ago. Taking out a few crumpled bills she handed them to the driver, stepping out of the cab pulling her small bag with her. Nat wasn't like most girls she close and make up weren't big things for her, she didn't need them. She maybe had four outfits and a couple extra shirts, but that was it. It was all she truly needed to survive. Crossing the street quickly she made her way up the steps, stopping only to pass her hand over the still chipped cement. She had broken her first boyfriend's nose right there. Smirking slightly she stood up looking at the big oak door. Many times she had stood right there pounding on the door because her brothers had locked her out. Mom would give them hell after, but Nat just got the worst after. Raising her hand to the doorknob she was about to turn it when the door opened, standing maybe five inches away was the youngest of her brothers. "Hey Cracker Jack." She mused, giving him a soft smirk. The older male's mouth hung open for a few seconds before a wide grin spread across it. "Holy shit, Natalie."