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Chapter 2

"A Mercer Family Evening"

I threw my keys and jacket by the door. My brother Jack was on the couch. He was all laid out. He looked at me and smiled. He got off the couch and wrapped me in a tight hug.

"It's good to see you Pixie." I'm a lot closer to Jack then any of my other brothers. Probably because he's closer to my age and not as much of a hot head. Jack is only four years older then me. Angel is six years older. Jerry is eight years older and Bobby is ten years older. Jack really is the more sweet and fun loving brother. I made a small whimper because my side was still sore.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Ahuh." I nodded. Hopefully he couldn't tell I was lying. Bobby could always see right through me. And speaking of Bobby.

"What's with the whimpering in here?" asked Bobby as he walked in. Bobby, as my oldest brother, can always see right through me. He's also the shortest brother, but he is still a good bit taller then me.

"Nothing at all." good grief I thought I could hide it. Bobby started to give me his withering stare.

"Whoa due, watch the stare." I said. He smirked and tightly wrapped his arms around my waste and lifted me up. I let out a loud yelp. Both Bobby and Jack busted out laughing as Angel cam down stairs.

"Whoa! What's with the yellin. I'm trying to sleep." yelled Angel.

"We seem to have a whimpering puppy in the house. Pixie is there something wrong with you? Lift your shirt up and let me see your stomach." said Bobby.

"No thank you." I tried to get away from it. Bobby grabbed me and lifted up my shirt and saw my bruised and stitched up side.

"Whoa! What happened to you!" yelled Angel. I smacked Bobby's hand away and put my shirt down.

"I got hurt at work. That's all" My brothers had a look of seriousness on their faces. Even Jack, who is usually more calm.

"I told you that you shouldn't work there. I knew you would get hurt sooner or later!" snapped Bobby.

"It was one time!" I snapped back.

"Your quitting your job" said Angel.

"Ha! If you haven't noticed, my job options are very limited. This is the best paying job I could get" I couldn't graduate high school, so I really don't have many options. I made a lot of mistakes in the past. Not finishing school was one of them.

"So you really want to keep working at a bar for the rest of your life?" asked Bobby.

"No I don't, but I need money."

"Find another job!" yelled Angel.

"Are you deaf! There aren't any! It's just a scratch. I know how to hold my own. After all, I grew up with you guys"

"Ohhh, it's all tense all up in here" Finally Jerry arrived.

"Hey Jerry" I gave him a side hug.

"Hey Pixie bear. What's with all the tense stares?"

"Pixie got hurt at work." Jack finally said something. Jerry gave me a look.

"Aw Pixie, I thought we told you not to work there. That's the biggest club in town." said Jerry.

"Aw, not you to Jer. I cant deal with this, call me when dinner is ready". I ran up stair to my old room, which is also Jacks room that we shared. I slammed the door and laid my face down on the bed and closed my eyes. I was having some trouble catching my breath. I've been known for having panic attacks, so I really don't need to have one now.

I can hold my own. Being thrown around from foster home to foster home. Having to steal if I wanted to eat. The foster dad at my last home always hitting me. I learned to fight for myself in the streets. I might have been tiny but I was a hell of a good street fighter.

Then when all hope seemed lost for me. Evelyn Mercer stepped in. She adopted me when I was fourteen and no one else would. To the world I was a lost cause. But not to her. I struggled to stop stealing and fighting. Soon after that I struggled to stop drinking. I started at nineteen and stopped five months ago. After I nearly drank myself to death. My brothers and I all have our screw up stories. We were the lost causes that no one cared about. But Evelyn Mercer cared. She helped us.

I could hear footsteps down the hall. My door opened. I didn't bother to look who it was. My bed sank down to where someone sat down. I still didn't bother to look who was sitting by me.

"We're just looking out for you Pix." I was Jack. I should have known, it is his room to after all. The only other person it would be is Jerry. Bobby and Angel probably think I'm acting like a child. I rolled over and looked at my scruffy haired brother.

"I'm not a little kid anymore Jack"

"Ya, but that's not the point. No matter how old you get you will always be our baby sister." I smiled at my gentle brother.

"And I know Bobby and Angel can be harsh, but that's who they are. They are the definition of tough love."

"Huh ya, sometimes to tough." I sighed. It was silent for a moment.

"Come on kid. Lets got eat. I'll try and keep it calm." I sat up on the bed and hugged my brother.

"Thanks Jackie"

"Anytime sis." We headed downstairs to eat. I sat between Jerry and Jack to stay safe. It was a little bit of an awkward dinner. Really all of our dinners are when we have them. Thankfully Bobby and I weren't screaming at each other the whole time. Like we normally do. Tough love of course. I soon had to go back to work, oh joy. I hugged Jack and Jerry and left. Growing up I've always been on edge with Bobby and Angel. They have always been tough and harsh. You would almost think they were twins if you never saw their skin color. But you can always tell they care. But they are never afraid to literally knock sense into people or smack you to make a point.

I finally got back to work to sing. It was a long night. Much to long. I didn't get home until one in the morning. Thankfully I have tomorrow off. So I also took moday and Tuesday off to get a break. I really need it.