One look at a day in the Mercer house. I don't own four brothers.

"Fuck you Bobby!"

"Hey watch it!" Bobby yelled at Jack's retreating figure as he slammed the door to his room hard enough to make the house shake. He thought about going after him and continuing their conversation, but with the mood Jack was in it was like talking to a brickwall. Only the wall wasn't so thickheaded and iresponsibly stupid. He punched the wall next to him in frustration and cursed as the pain shot through his arm. Fucking hell. Two twin sighs made him turn around and glare at his other two brothers sitting on the couch having witnessed the confrontation between himself and the youngest brother. "What?!" He barked, glaring at them.

"You should know better" Jerry spoke up, shaking his head.

"You do know better" Angel piped in.

Bobby growled "Did you not hear what he's been doing? I could have swore you were sitting right there, keeping your mouth shut the entire fucking time!"

"You knew before he walked in" Angel pointed out.

"Yeah and about that, what the fuck have you been doing huh? I thought you two went to the same school or has that changed right along with the common rules around here?"

"I'm not with him all the time" Angel pointed out, but his tone revealed that he felt guilty. He should have kept a closer eye on him. It was just so easy to sometimes forget that Jack wasn't happy, or at least not happy, happy in the usual sense. It was so easy to pretend that he didn't like to hurt himself sometimes, and that he didn't love the freedom a good hit gave him.

"Someone obviously needs to be" Bobby pointed out sourly, his anger at his brothers fading as an overwhelming sense of worry took it's place.

"You can't act like that around him" Jerry said, shaking his head.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to act then Jer? How the fuck am I supposed to help him when I don't know what the fuck he's doing?" Bobby dragged both his hands over his head in a show of frustration. Patience wasn't his strong suit, but he knew he needed to be just that with Jack, he'd learned that early on, but it wasn't always easy, especially not when he fucked up like this.

"Should we tell Ma?" Angel asked hesitantly.

"No" Bobby's tone was final "She has enough to worry about, I'll deal with this".

"How ya gonna do that?" Jerry was a bit sceptic, not that he doubted his brothers ability to take care of it, just his methods.

"First I'm gonna beat the shit out of the guy who sold him the drugs, and then it's rehab".

"Your not gonna send him away" Angel stated, not really believing it either.

"Course not, we'll fix him up here, and your gonna ask around about who sold that shit to him"

Angel nodded, he still knew a lot of people in the drug business even though he'd been clean for many years now.

"Just be careful" Jerry warned Bobby.

"Come on Jer, careful is my middle name" Bobby snorted.

Loud punk music was heard from the upper level of the house and Bobby groaned. Great.

Just a short story how life in the Mercer household could be at times.