A/N: First Four brothers fanfic and yes this is a sister fic so if this is not what you want to read, don't read it. Reviews are appreciated and I hope this chapter is interesting. Follows Movie. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Mom's gathering was today.

Everyone was sad at the funeral that happened just a few hours ago. People who knew Evelyn were bawling their eyes out with gloomy faces and sadness filling them up. The sky was dark and foggy, perfect weather when at a funeral. I didn't even want to be here. Didn't want to have to face the fact that I had lost another mother. Jeremiah, one of my four older brothers, made me come. He said it was important to be there and to do it for Mom.

Yeah right. If she wasn't gone, there would be no need.

I was dressed causally; blue jeans and a gray shirt covered by my sweater. The harsh Detroit air was worse than before, chills always running up and down my spine while I stood in a corner away from everyone. I just wanted to be on my own. Needed to sort through my head. Jeremiah was keeping a close eye on me though. He seemed to think there was something wrong with me when there wasn't.

I was doing good, seeing as Evelyn died just a week ago. It was hard to get over that tiny fact. Evelyn would forever be gone because two idiots wanted to rob a corner store for such little cash. Her life was worth more than that! My heart still hurt when I thought of her. Seemed like the small paper cut wound hurt the most. More than all my scars and life combined.

Evelyn Mercer was such a good goddamn woman. She didn't deserve the death she got. I wasn't just saying that because she took me in but because she cared enough to treat me like a person instead of like some steady check. She cared enough to give me food and shelter without something else in return. She cared enough to scold me when I did something wrong and reward me when I achieved my goals. She loved me. The first in my life.

And now...she was gone.

Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes. It wasn't fair. Many would argue that life wasn't fair so get over it but it really isn't so easy. They just didn't understand the pain we all felt for Evelyn. She had been able to get through the wall I put up. I was in foster care for four years, from the time I was 9 until I was 13 when Evelyn found me. She had been the one to change my life.

Now who was going to help me get through?

Sure, Jerimiah could but he had his own family to support. He had a wife, Camile who was a good woman. Two beautiful daughters, Daniella and Amelia and his own life to handle. He was the only one of the four who actually saw me more than a few times in a year. He took care of me much like Evelyn. He was the role-model in my life. When I began my 'rebel' stage, he was the one who sat with me and Evelyn to lecture me on god knows what I did that week.

Angel, my third oldest brother, he was in the army so it was hard to see him. I enjoyed when he came home for the holidays. He was fun but like all the others, he was grown and I was still a kid in his eyes. I was restricted from many things. He kept a eye on me and always gave me the same lecture on 'boyfriends' that Bobby gave.

Jack was out trying to make something out of his life. I was closer with him than the rest seeing as he was the youngest boy and I the only girl in the house. I liked being around Jack more. He was the one who was able to calm me when I was pissed off or crying. He played his guitar, a soothing melody that almost always got me to relax.

And finally, the oldest and hardest of all four Mercer brothers...Bobby. He was cool on some level with me. We butt heads a lot when I first got settled in. I didn't...like him. I found him an overbearing, arrogant, son of a bitch. Such true words when it came to Bobby. Though I couldn't complain with him being my brother. He was soft too but in different ways. He treated me like another brother who was just a bit more sensitive with certain topics. Didn't help that it was hard having my own life with him around.

All brothers were the same in some way. All four of my older brothers were very overprotective. I was the tiny annoying part of being the only girl in a house of boys. I guess I didn't really mind but most of the time I did. There was no privacy in the house when everyone was around.

Now, there would be none. Evelyn's death was a major event in our dysfunctional family. I had only recently entered this family but she had major influence. Hell she turned Bobby into the man he was today, a very different person compared to what he could have been. Course, he wasn't pretty good off. He wasn't the 'Michigan Mauler' for show.

While everyone was outside, saying their last words to family and friends, I was inside on the couch huddled to keep from freezing too much. The sliding glass was covered in a small fog from the cold air. I wasn't hidden too much seeing as I could see people walking and talking. This was so un-fucking-fair. I let my head rest on my knees, wrapping my arms around my knees.

The glass doors slid open, Camille standing staring at me. "You gonna come out anytime soon?" She asked me in a soft tone. I shook my head quickly. I refused to be outside with so many people. Camille frowned at me. "Come on Aidan." She wasn't going to leave me alone and knowing her, trust me I did, she wouldn't let it slide.

Sighing, I got up from the couch slowly making my way to her. This was hell. I followed Camille out of her living room, shutting the glass door behind me. I leaned against the building wall, mumbling to myself while Camille went to talk to a few more guests who arrived. So fucking not fair.

It was then did I see them.

"Jackie!" I yelled pushing off the wall and running to my youngest older brother. He was so freaking tall to me. I jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he caught me. I held onto him tight, smiling when he gave me a tight squeeze. Just like old times.

I held in the pain I was feeling at the moment. I knew the only reason they were here early and on time was because of Mom's death. Other than that, it would be the same old seeing each other a few times a year.

"What? I don't get a hug?" Bobby joked and I snickered at him with a smirk on my face. I pulled out of Jack's hold and tossed myself into Bobby. He let out a groan at the sudden added weight and I let out a laugh. "There's you're hug." Jack laughed earning a smack from the head by Bobby and one for me too.

I rubbed the back of my head pouting. "Already startin' with the hittin' Bobby?" I grinned at him unable to have the straight face needed to pull off the sentence.

Just think, Mom could have been here smiling if not for two damn men who got away with a few bills.

"How you holdin' up Aidan?" Bobby asked throwing an arm over my shoulder. I sighed to myself, eyes cast to the white ground. My shoulders felt heavy. not because of Bobby's fatass but because of the burden I was caring around. I was there with Mom. I seen Mom killed. I was hurting.

Yet I couldn't answer Bobby truthfully. "I'm gettin' through."

No, I wasn't. I was slowly crumbling away and nobody could see it.