"Becky open the door." Bobby yelled as he pounded his fist on the front door.

"We know you're in there. Come on let us in." Angel called.

Angel and Bobby stood at the door, as Jack looked through the window. "Here she comes." He said walking back over to the door to stand with his brothers.

Becky opened the door only a bit so she was able to look out.

"What do you guys want?" She asked.

"What's going on? Bobby asked her.

"What do you mean?"

"Ma said you were coming over for dinner, that was three hours ago." Angel said.

"I fell asleep. I'll come over tomorrow night." Becky started closing the door when Bobby shoved his hand against it, stopping her.

"What the hell is going on with you Becky?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Why wont you open the door?" Jack asked, confused by the way she was acting.

Becky didn't say anything; she turned her eyes to the floor.

"Let us in." Bobby said again in a soft but commanding tone. She brought her eyes up to look at Bobby, but she didn't open the door.

"Why wont you let us in, what's going on Becky, is something wrong?" Angel asked her.

"Nothing, okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"That's it, open this door and let us in or I will fuckin break it in." Bobby said. Becky could tell that Bobby was getting mad and would break the door down if she didn't let them all in. Stepping back from the door she moved to the back of the room where there was less light.

Bobby stepped in the house followed by Angel and Jack. Bobby always being protective of her knew that there was something wrong, this was the first time she had never let them in the house and now she was trying to distance herself from the three of them.

"Get over here." Bobby said to her as he pointed to the floor in front of him.

Becky didn't move, she didn't want to, but she slowly walked over to Bobby keeping her head down, letting her long brunette hair fall over her round face. Once she was standing in front of him, still keeping her head down even though she knew that he would make her look him in the eyes.

"Look at me."

As slow as possible she lifted her face, her eyes looking into his. She didn't know how he would react to what he was going to see. All he did was put his hand gently on the left side of her face.

"What the hell happened?" Jack asked.

"It's nothing." Becky said looking away once they all saw the huge purple-green burses on the left side of her face.

"When did he do this?" Bobby asked her. Becky knew that she could never hide anything from him; he always seemed to know what was going on without even asking.

"This afternoon." She said

By this time Jack and Angel were standing next to her, looking at the burses. They kept asking her questions, but she didn't hear them. All she could think about was Bobby, 'what was he thinking.' He wasn't saying anything; he was just staring at her with a look in his eyes. A look that she didn't know.

"Get your things." Bobby finally spoke.

"Why?"

"You're staying with us." Bobby went into her room and started to pack a bag for her. Jack grabbed her jacket from the back of the sofa and helped her put it on well Angel followed after Bobby.

"What are we going to do?" Angel asked.

"Were going to make sure that asshole never touches her again," Bobby picked up the bag as he left her room. "Lets go, you can clean up at our house."

Bobby walked out of the house, Becky was right behind him with Angel and Jack following them. Becky's house was only a few homes down from the Mercers. Just before they walked up to the house Becky stopped.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked stopping, putting his arm around her.

"Is Evelyn home?"

"Na, not right now," Angel said, "She wont be back for a few hours.

Becky let Jack lead her into the house; she than followed Bobby up stairs and into his room, well the other two stayed downstairs.

"You can stay in my room, I'll take the couch," He set the bag down next to the bed. "Go to the bathroom and wash that makeup off." Bobby said, turning away from her.

Becky left his room without saying anything and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She had put makeup on earlier to try and hide her burses so they wouldn't see them, which hadn't worked that well.

When Bobby was leaving his room, he walked past the bathroom, and saw Becky at the sink washing her face; he also saw a red stain on the side of her shirt. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

"What did he do to you?" Bobby asked looking deep into her eyes.

"He hit me."

"That all he did?"

"Yes."

Without saying anything Bobby lifted up the side of her shirt to show the cuts that had made the red stains.

"Shit." Becky said looking at the red liquid covering her skin.

"What happened Becky?" He said in a stern voice. She didn't want to tell him, she knew that she couldn't tell him without physically braking down. That was something she was not going to do in front of him. He was tough, and you needed to be tough when you were with him. She told herself that, because she had never seen him act anything but tough. He was a Mercer. "I need to know what he did." Bobby said in a stern yet soft voice, a voice she had never heard before, at this point she knew that she couldn't hold everything in anymore. She started to back away when Bobby pulled her into his arms.

"I just want to help you Becky."

"He came home drunk, when he noticed that there was no beer in the house he got angry, and needed something to hit."

"How did you get these cut?"

"I must have landed on some broken glass when I. fell"

"Did he do anything else?"

"No, nothing." Becky wiped her eyes from the tears that had fallen down her face. Feeling almost embarrassed to have Bobby see her that way.

"Alright. Lift up your shirt, I'll clean it for you." Bobby gave her a small smile to let her know that it was okay, as he grabbed a towel and wet it down. Becky lifted her shirt up so he could get to all of the cuts. He washed the three cuts that she had on her side and checked to see if there was any glass inside any of the cuts; neither of them spoke as he lightly cleaned the drying blood from her body.

"Yo Bobby where you at?" Angel came up the stairs yelling.

"I'll be right there." Bobby started towards the bathroom door.

"Bobby, don't tell them about the cuts." Becky said, putting her hands around his arm, pulling him back towards her. He looked down at her stained shirt.

"Here." Bobby said taking his shirt off handing it to her. "Put this on, if you go out there with the shirt you have on he'll notice without anyone telling him."

Becky started to pull her shirt off, but it was tight and hard to pull over her cuts. Bobby saw her wince and helped lift the shirt over her head. He let his eyes wander from the cuts on her side, to her chest then up to her eyes. Bobby had always thought Becky was good looking but he had never really noticed her body before.

"Bobby, you in there?" Angel knocked on the bathroom door.

"I'll be right out." He called back. Becky pulled down the shirt Bobby gave her.

The bathroom door opened and Angel saw the two of them walk out, Bobby with no shirt on, and Becky wearing it. Becky walked down stirs; Bobby was headed to his room when Angel stopped him.

"What was going on in there?" Angel asked.

"When her father hit her, she fell and got some cuts on her side, I was just washing them out."