Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Four Brothers. I only own the characters that are not in the movie. This story is purely fictional. I hope you enjoy it. It takes place little before, mainly during and after the movie took place. Well enjoy!

A/N: Reviews J Are wonderful. But in any case. Here is Chapter 1.

Growing up with the Mercers you develop a certain reputation. The Mercer boys were known all around Detroit. Bobby the hot head who didn't know how to keep his cool. Jeremiah, the one who never wanted this life, and tried to make something for himself. Angel, the jarhead, ex hustler who changed his way of living. Then Jack, haunted by a sorrow filled past, trying to get by with his life with his music.

But I never looked at them that way, to me they were my brothers and I loved each and every one of them. And they loved me too, from the moment I walked into that house. I knew they weren't perfect, but it didn't mean I was stupid.

All my life they made sure I never witnessed something that would "taint" my innocence. Though it didn't mean I haven't, growing up in a abusive household I witnessed many things that a child so young shouldn't.

"Honey No!..."

Was the last thing she ever remembered her birth mother saying before her father shot her in front of her young eyes. At the age of 5 it was a horrible thing to witness for someone so young. It was not the high light of her life, nor was it when she witnessed her father then taking the gun to himself ending his own life. Leaving her, their daughter, in a pool of blood, clutching her rabbit doll she cherished so much.

I was 5 years old when I witnessed the murder/suicide my father had committed that frightful night. I was on the cover of every newspaper in Michigan and then some. So of course when I came to the Mercer house they all knew who I was, my past, my history, my state of mind. So they made it their duty to make sure I never had to witness anything of the sort again.

"Hello their sweetie pie, my name is Evelyn Mercer, what is your name?" Evelyn asked the young 5 year old in front of her. The young girl clutched her doll and scooted away, Evelyn smiled and held out a hand gently. Silently asking for the young girls permission to take it. The little girl became less tense and put her small hand in Evelyn's.

"My name is Elizabeth" She said quietly.

"My , my isn't that just a darling name. Welcome to my home, would you like to meet your brothers?" Evelyn stood up and called for her boys.

One by one 4 men ran down the stairs laughing and shoving each other. She grabbed on to Evelyn's leg, frightened of them all. Evelyn put her hand on the young girls back.

"Elizabeth these are your brothers, we have Bobby..." the first white one who was about 17 at the smiled and waved, "...then we have Jeremiah..." the 15 year old smiled at her she was confused because she was black not like the other one. "..then we have Angel..." another black man who looked about 14, "...last but certainly not least is Jack" a young boy , who was white like the first, who was about 12 smiled at the young girl. "...Boys this is Elizabeth" A bunch of choir voices rang out hellos to her.

Elizabeth turned her head and started to cry, Bobby frowned and knelt in front of her.

"Hey...what's wrong sweetheart?" He asked rubbing her back. Elizabeth turned her small head toward his, her hair falling in front of her face.

"Your not going to hurt me are you?…" Bobby's face got tense but then he smiled and pushed the hair out of her face and held her tiny little hands in his.

"As long as you are here, with this family, no one is EVER going to hurt you again. Can you trust me on the sweet heart"

Elizabeth then shook her head and gave a small smile, slowly wrapping her arms around Bobby's neck. He picked her up in his arms.

"Welcome home Elizabeth Mercer"

My name is Elizabeth Mercer, and this is my story.