I dont not own Four Brothers! I really hope you like the story so far. Please check out my story "Saving Me". It's pretty much Elena in later years. I wrote "Saving Me" first and got inspired to right a prequel. So I hope you like it, please review, and please check out "Saving Me"

Chapter 2

"The New Day"

(Next day)

I woke up around ten. That was probably the latest I have ever slept before, but heck its Saturday. I should be aloud to sleep late. Jack was already up and out of the room so I quickly got dressed before he came back. I walked slowly downstairs to see who was here. Evelyn was down in the kitchen. Jack and Jerry were on the couch watching hockey. I'm guessing Bobby and Angel are still asleep since their doors are shut. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning Elena, sleep well?"

"More or less." I said while looking through the cabinets.

"Help yourself to anything you like dear." I wasn't really hungry for much. But I still needed to eat something before they notice anything. I just decided to grab an apple. I sat down on the couch by Jack.

"Sleep ok?" he asked. I nodded. Soon Bobby came stumbling downstairs. He paused at me for a second.

"Girl your clothes are big on you." he laughed.

"I like them that way."

"Well it looks like you went through Jacks stuff." he smirked as he walked into the kitchen. I know my clothes are big. The hoodie I was wearing was about four sizes to big. They need to be big on me. I finished my apple and ran upstairs before anyone can get the bathroom. Angel must be still asleep. I closed the door and locked it. I stood on the bathroom scale that was in there. I held my breath as the numbers came up. 87.9 pounds, damn I'm still losing weight. I need something else. I walked back downstairs and grabbed a muffin from the kitchen and walked back upstairs. It was a huge muffin. I ate that, but it was a little to big. I tried to keep it down. I didn't need to see it again. That's my problem of why I'm still losing weight. My stomach has gotten so small that I can't keep a lot down. More I eat, more I throw up, and more I lose weight. I growled as I walked back downstairs.

"Whoa Barbie, whats with the growling?" asked Jerry. I glared at him. I really hate being called that.

"Sorry, forgot." he laughed. Ya, he knows I don't like that name.

"It's nothing." I sat back down beside Jack.

Knock knock

There was a knock at the door. Ms Evelyn went to go answer it.

"Oh Janie, please come in." A tall teen walked in. She seems to be about Jacks age. She was absolutely beautiful. Long and wavy black hair, bright blue eyes, perfect smile. She was wearing skinny jeans, leather boots and a gray jacket.

"Hey Jane." smiled Jack. She walked over and hugged him tightly.

"Hey Jackie. Who's this?" she asked looking at me.

"This is Elena, she's living with us. Elena this is my best friend Jane." Jane smiled and extended her hand. I shook it.

"It's nice to meet you little Elena." she was very perky. Bobby walked in with Angel. They both hugged Jane and sat on the floor.

"Well, we're going to play some hockey. Jerry go get your skates. Elena maybe you and Jane can hang out, you need some girl time." he smirked. I shot him a look. Oh well, Jane seemed pretty nice. Jerry went upstairs with Jack.

"That sounds like fun. What do you say Elena?" asked Jane.

"It sounds fine."

"Cool! Let's roll." I grabbed my jacket and left in Jane's car.

"So how long have you been with the Mercer's?" asked Jane.

"Twenty four hours." I laughed.

"Oh, then you still have some warming up to do."

"How long have you known them?" I asked.

"Well, I first met Evelyn when I was three. She was my foster mom after I was taken away from my mom. I lived with her for about three years and I got adopted. She helped me find some great parents. What's your story?" she asked. I paused.

"Um, well I was taken away from my mom when I was five. I've been in and out of foster homes more then once, and this is my last shot." I said sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"Thanks." we soon pulled up in front of a two story house.

"Is this yours?" I asked.

"Ya, I want you to meet my mom and see my house." she smiled and I followed her in the front door.

"Mama!" she yells.

"In here Janie." I followed Jane into the living room. You can see that Jane was adopted since her mom has blond hair.

"Hey mom, this is Elena. She's living with the Mercers."

"Oh, well it's very nice to meet you. I'm Charlotte." we shook hands.

"Nice to meet you."

"Well if your hungry, help yourself to anything you want." I took her up on that offer. I was still very hungry. I grabbed a bag of chips and just started eating.

"Huh, for a girl so small you took that offer right up." laughed Jane.

"I'm sorry for my manners."

"It's alright. I've seen worse and his name is Bobby Mercer." I almost coughed up my chips when she said that. I started laughing so hard I was afraid I was about to choke.

"I just met him yesterday and I already know it's true." I laughed.

"Well you can bring the chips up to my room." I followed Jane upstairs. Her room was pretty big. Her room was a mix of punk and girly. A weird combo. We kind a just sat around just talking and listening to music.

"So your nickname is Barbie?" she asked with a smirk.

"I've been called that since I could remember, and I'm already called that around Ms Evelyn's place. I really hate that name. I need a new one."

"Well I can see how being called a plastic doll is annoying. Maybe I can come up with a new nickname for you. It's the least I could do for a sister."

"Sister?" I asked.

"Of course, The Mercer boys are like my brothers. You are my new little sister. Heck I've always wanted a little sister." she smiled.

"Thanks."

"For what?" she asked.

"Being a friend." I was about to do something I haven't done in awhile. I leaned over to Jane and hugged her tightly. I think I could get along with her.

"What's that for?" she asked hugging me back.

"Again, just being a friend." Jane took me home after dinner. So about eight she took me home. She walked me in the front.

"See you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure, later kid." she hugged me and left.

"Have fun?" Jack came downstairs.

"Ya, I have to say I did." I smiled.

"Well I thought you would like Jane. Now if I were you I would hurry to the bathroom and take a shower before the stampede comes." I knew what he was saying. I ran upstairs and into the bathroom and locked the door. I got undressed and stepped on the scale. 87.9 pounds. That number is going to ring in my head until I start gaining pounds. I can't screw this up. My first foster home gave me up after I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder. Anorexia will just add to the things that are wrong with me. I can't screw this up.