Authors note* Hello~ This is a Four Brothers fan fiction~ I do in no way own Four brothers but I do own Charlotte and I wished I owned Garrett Helund and Jack Mercer ;D enjoy!

Reviews are appreciated! -_-; hopefully people will actually read this ^^;

Chapter one.

Charlotte's' heart bucked wildly in her chest as she ran down the icy covered sidewalk. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep and irritation. Her brown locks were tangled, greasy and wet from the newly falling snow from the cloudy black night sky. She knew if she kept running, though her legs were becoming numb, she'd be able to get far away enough from her uncle. The ice shimmered orange from the dimly lit streetlights that lined the pavement, Suddenly Charlie's feet slipped from under her and she sloshed onto the ice, skinning her knee under the thin flannel pajama pants. Darkness seemed to it's way around her as her eyes closed. Charlie was too tired...too cold...and to numb to get up. At this point she didn't care anymore.

It felt as if the ground was moving beneath her...She was in a car! Charlotte's eyes snapped open and she pushed herself up. The dark figure in the front seat made her scream. Suddenly the car swerved and came to a loud screech and stopped.

"Whoa!" A dark skinned middle aged man turned in the front seat to face her.

Her eyes were wide and she struggled to pull herself further into the leather seat. Her body ached terribly from her fall, but she was too terrified to really complain at the moment.

"Whoa,whoa..It's okay,Honey!" He said putting his hands up in defense. "I aint gonna hurt you."

"Who are you?" Charlotte barked, her breathing still heavy.

He grinned and raised a brow.

"Heh. Well I s'pose I should be asking you the same thing...I mean...Who lays in the middle of an icy sidewalk in the middle of January? And the name's Angel Mercer."

She relaxed some. Somehow she felt a little better and a little more trusting of this stranger. When Charlotte didn't answer he spoke up again.

"Well? What's your name? Where do you live? I'll drive you home...And I won't make you tell me just what happened to you either..." He laughed, figuring she must have passed out from a few many too drinks, then letting out a yawn.

"No!" She said a little too quickly.

Angel arched an eyebrow and shut off the car, not wanting to lose his last bit of gas. His expression was obviously urging her for an explanation. Charlotte swallowed hard and looked at her dry hands.

"Please...Just don't take me anywhere near there.." She paused and glanced up at him. "Drop me off at a gas station or something..."

Angel sighed as his lips formed a thin line and his eyes seemed to glaze over a little. He nodded once and turned back around starting the car back up again. He eyed her through the rear view mirror.

"Say...I didn't get your name,Kid."

"It's Charlotte-...ehm...Call me Charlie." She whispered, her breathe causing fog on the back window.

"Alright Charlie..."

The car purred as it began to move down the road again. Charlie remained quiet and still as she traced random patterns in where her breathe left fog on the glass. Charlotte was exhausted and her eyes began to close again.

She woke in a room with blue walls and various posters of classic bands. She sat up,still achy from her slip, she rubbed her eyes. It was still dark out and the only light was the same orange glow streaming from the window from the streetlights outside. Charlie began to get nervous again. So that man,Eh, Angel, brought her somewhere? The slight shuffle of feet and muffled voices made her jump.

"Angel! What the fuck? Do you want us charged for kidnapping or something? As if we don't got enough problems on our plate!" A man barked.

"Lower your voice,alright? She's obviously having some sort of problems...She had that look in her eyes,Bobby." Angel paused and licked his dry cracking lips."That look...That same look Jacks had since he was a kid..You know that god damn look."

Bobby didn't answer. He ran a hand over his face. He looked at Angel, his eyes tired and dark.

"We're not a charity,Angel.." Bobby said before getting up and pushing past Angel to his room. Angel rubbed his hands together and glanced at Jack's door, which held Charlie. He knew Bobby's heart was hurt and worn especially since Ma's death...But Angel wished he'd have a little more compassion for someone,they both knew, came from a broken home...Just like them.

END CHP 1 =]]

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