Four Brothers And A Sister
By: Brandy Mercer
Disclaimer: Maybe for my birthday. I only own Sarah and those random people.
We were at the place Damian said we could find, Mom's killers.
We walked in the place. Bobby had to threaten the bouncer to let me in, but this is Detroit and it ain't like they give a fuck.
"Goatee. Goatee. Look for the man with the goatee." Angel said.
"No shit shelock." I said. I was nervous but trying to hide it.
"There he is" Jack said from where he was in between Bobby and me. I was in between Angel and Jack.
"Where?" Bobby asked.
"Right there. The guy with the goatee." Jack said pointing where the guy was.
"I see. Put your fucking hand down." Bobby said pushing Jack's hand down. "I see him. I see him. Come on. Let's get him."
The guy who we were after stood up and shot at us. I ducked down with Angel and Jack pushing me down.
We took off after them when they started to run. Jack in the lead, then Bobby, then Angel and then me.
"Go ahead you fucking punks!" I heard someone yell as we ran out the back door.
"Get it, Jackie-o!" Bobby said.
Some how, Jack had gotten the shotgun. He shot after the killers car. He hit the back of the car twice.
"Alright Jack!" I said.
"You go, girl! Let's get these motherfuckers." Bobby said.
We ran to Bobby's car and jumped in it. Bobby started driving like crazy, after the killers.
"Punch it, Bobby! Punch it!" Angel said as Bobby drove.
"I got no traction! I'm sliding all over the fucking street!" Bobby said.
Bobby went to take a turn and slammed into a car. I was on the same side as Bobby and went against the car hard. My head hit my window pretty hard.
"Shit! Shit! I scraped the whole side of my fucking car!" Bobby said.
"You going to get these guys before you kill us!?" Jack asked and said. (A/N: In the movie he asks it and when you watch it with subtittles, they pose it as something he says so its kinda both.)
"Please!" I said as I tried to hold on as Bobby drove.
"Sit back and put your seat belt on Jack. You too, Sarah." Bobby said.
Oh, sure, put my seat belt on. Do you know, how hard that is when someone is driving really fast and you are going all over the place in the backseat? It's hard bitches!
"Watch the snow, man!" Angel said.
"I don't give a fuck about the snow!" Bobby said.
One of the killers stuck his head and arm out and started shooting at us. It went right through the windshield. I ducked and covered my head with my arms.
"Shit! Where the hell's that shotgun, Jack?" Bobby asked.
"There's no shells." Jack said, pumping the gun.
"They're in the trunk." Bobby said.
"How is he suppose to get them?" I asked.
"What the hell am I--?" Jack asked.
"Sit down and shut up!" Bobby said. "Angel, stick that cannon out the window and bust some shots!"
"I'm gonna put one in the back of their heads!" Angel said rolling down the window and sticking his head nad arm out. He shot after the killers.
"Shoot those sons of bitches, Angel! Get them! Shoot that motherfucker!" Bobby said.
After Angel shot after for, like the 4th or 5th time they started to zig-zag and zag-zig. Angel had hit one of them, most likely the driver!
"You got them, Angel!" I said.
"You got him!" Bobby said.
The killer's car ran and hit a snow bank, making them go up in the air for a second. They landed and got stuck in the snow.
"Jackie, you got your seatbelt on? Do you, Sarah? Watch this. Hold on." Bobby said.
I braced myself, by putting hand on the back of Bobby's seat and the other one on Angel's.
Bobby hit the killer's car and made them go flying back and spin.
"Oh, shit!" Angel said, as we spun too.
"Ah, fuck!" I said.
I wasn't nervous no more. Oh, no. I was fuckin' scared!
"Shit!" Bobby said.
"Don't let them get away! Don't let them get away!" Angel said.
"Shit!" Bobby said as one of the killers shot at us.
"I'm over this shit!" Angel said, sticking his upper body out the window and shooting at the killers.
"Pop them, Angel! Pop them! Get them!" Bobby yelled.
Angel lost his blance and was falling out of the window.
"Angel!" I yelled, moving to grab him and pull him back in his seat.
"Angel, get yout ass in here!" Bobby said, using one hand to help pull Angel back in his seat. Jack helped too. We were able to get Angel back in his seat.
"Shit! we got a fucking blowout!" Bobby said.
"Bobby, let's just stop the car! Okay, Bobby? Let's stop!" Jack said.
"Shut up, Jack! I'm gonna ride this bitch out on the rim! We got them!" Bobby said.
"Come on, Bobby! Just stop! Please!" I said.
"Shut up, Sarah!" Bobby said.
"Oh, God." I muttered.
"Ready?" Bobby asked a second later. Bobby hit the tail end of the killer's car. "Hold on. Hold on. I got them now. I got them. We got them now."
"We got them." Angel said.
Bobby drove to the side of the killer's car. "Hold on!" he said. He slowed and hit the side of the tail end of the killer's car.
"Get them! Get them!" Angel said.
"Hold on!" Bobby said. He hit the killer's car again, making then spin around, a few times. so the driver side was facing us. Bobby then spun and let the tail end of his car hit the killer's car and made them flip twice and land on the top of their car.
"Woo! Woah!" Jack said.
"Yeah!" Bobby said.
"Yeah!" Angel said.
"Shit!" I said.
"That's what I'm talking about, Bobby." Angel said.
Bobby slowed and stopped his car. we all got out.
"Jack, you wait here. You too, Sarah." Bobby said to me and Jack who were following him and Angel.
I could barely see what Angel and Bobby were doing to the killer's. I could just barley hear them too.
But I did hear, two gunshots go off.
I gasped and stared blankly ahead. That sound brought back bad memories, I've spent my whole live trying to forget. I saw Jack turn his head and cover his head.
I saw Bobby and Angel coming back toward us.
"Let's go! Come on." Bobby said. He went to grab me and pull me, but I moved out of his way and went on my own. Knowing your brothers, have killed is one thing. But, seeing and hearing it is something else.
"Are they dead?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, they gone!" Angel said as we ran to the car.
"They killed Mom. we got them." Bobby said.
I felt so scared. And what I was scared of was my brothers.
As Bobby drove back to our house, the memories I tried to keep buried, came crawling back to the surface. I was shaking from be scared and cold.
I felt Jack place a hand on my shoulder. I shook him off. I didn't want no one touching me. Even, Jack.
When we got back home, Angel and Bobby said they were going to go dump the car in the river.
Me and Jack were the only ones at home, with Sofi. I sat on the couch and pulled my kees up to my chest. I wrapped my arms, around my knees. The memories were assulting me at the same time.
I closed my eyes tightly. I wanted the memories to go away. I buried my head into my knees. I felt so scared. I hadn't felt this scared, since Mom adopted me.
I felt some sit on the couch next to me and place their hand on my shoulder. I could tell it was Sofi. Jack has bigger hands.
"Sarah, are you alright?" Sofi asked.
I shook her hand off of my shoulder. "Don't touch me." I mumbled.
I felt Sofi get off the couch. I heard her whispering to Jack. I was sitting there for about 20 minutes, when Bobby and Angel arrived home. I heard Jack and Sofi talk to them in whispers.
Why do they have to whisper? I hate when people whisper about me! It scares me even more.
I felt someone sit next to me.
"Sarah?" Bobby asked.
I didn't say anything.
"Sarah?" Bobby asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I shook his hand off of my shoulder. "Don't touch me. Please." I said, feeling like I would breakdown because of the memories.
"Sarah, tell me what's wrong." Bobby said, calmly.
"Just leave me alone and don't touch me!" I said. I pulled my knees closer to my chest.
"Sarah, please tell us whats wrong." Bobby said.
I shook my head, and buried it deeper into my knees.
I felt someone else sit next to me.
"Come on, baby girl. Tell, me what's wrong." Angel said.
"Go away, please." I said. I felt angry with myself for sounding so scared and lost.
"Sarah, we want to know what's wrong." Angel said, placing his hand on the middle of my back and rubbing my back, trying to calm me down.
That was it. I jumped up. "Leave me alone!" I said, loudly. I ran up to my room and slammed the door shut and locked it. I got on my bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. I locked my arms around them and buried my head in my knees.
I heard someone knock on my door.
"No, just please go away." I mumbled.
"Sarah, please talk to us." Bobby said.
I didn't want to talk to my brothers! They brought back the memories! Well, Jack didn't but I still didn't want to talk to him.
"Please, baby girl." Angel said.
"Come on, Sar-bear. Talk to us." Jack said.
"No! Just go away! I don't want to talk to any of you, guys! I'll only talk to Sofi!" I yelled through the door.
I heard them talk quietly.
"Sarah? It's Sofi. Let me in, okay?" Sofi asked.
I slowly got off my bed and went to my door. I unlocked it and opened it enough for Sofi to come in. I then closed it and locked it. I then went and sat back down on my bed. I pulled my knees back up to my chest and locked my arms around them. I sat my head on top of my arms, watching Sofi, fearfully.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" Sofi asked, sitting down on my bed, but not to close. I was againist my head board and Sofi was at the other end.
"The memories." I said, quietly.
"What memories?" Sofi asked.
"Bad ones." I said. My voice had become small and child like.
"How bad?" Sofi asked.
"Real bad." I said.
"What's happening in the memories?" Sofi asked.
I figeted. "Real bad stuff." I said quietly.
"Can you give me a example?" Sofi asked.
I nodded. "I saw my daddy rape a woman when I was two." I said quietly, not looking at Sofi.
"Oh, my." Sofi said.
I could remember a little bit about what happened to me when I was two because I would dream about it afterwards and remember. That's how I remembered it, even though I'm 14.
"And I saw him, beat her too." I said, quietly.
"Oh, Sarah." Sofi said.
"I remember him making...me...to-touch...him." I said quietly.
I heard Sofi curse under her breath in spainish.
"And then my first foster dad...he hurt me." I said.
"He beat you?" Sofi asked.
"Yes, but not like that. He...touched me." I said, quietly. You could tell from my voice, I was scared. I had never told anyone that before. Ma had known, from my records, but that was it.
I heard Sofi curse under her breath again. "When was the last time someone, uh...touched you?" Sofi asked.
"When I was six. Before mommy adopted me." I said, quietly. My voice was, child like and small.
"Is it okay, if I tell your brothers?" Sofi asked.
I shook my head furiousily. "No! Th-they would feel sorry for me. I don't want that." I said.
"They won't feel sorry for you, Sarah." Sofi said.
"Yes, they will." I said.
I heard Sofi sigh. "Sarah, they won't. They love you too much to feel sorry for you." Sofi said. "Does anyone else, know about this?"
I nodded. "Ma did. She was the only one."
Sofi nodded. "Don't you think your brothers want to know, why your acting scared?" Sofi asked.
I shrugged. "I dunno."
"They do, Sarah. Enough to the fact, Bobby asked me to come in here nicely. I would have come in anyway, but to hear him ask, was a bonus." Sofi said.
I smiled for a second at the idea of Bobby asking Sofi to do something nicely. "You can tell them, if you promise they won't feel sorry for me and that I don't have to talk to them."
"I promise, Sarah." Sofi said.
"Pinky swear?" I asked, sticking out my hand, with the pinky out.
"Pinky swear." Sofi said, linking her pinky with mine. She stood up. "I'm going to go tell them now, okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
Sofi unlocked my door and went out the door. I got up and locked it just in case. I then went back to my bed and curled up into a tiny ball.
(Nobody's pov)
Sofi walked out of Sarah's room and closed the door. She walked downstairs, where the brothers were.
"So?" Bobby asked as Sofi sat in Angel's lap, who was in the chair by the fire place.
"If I tell you guys, this you cannot talk to her about it." Sofi said.
"Why?" Jack asked. Jack was sitting on the couch at one end, while Bobby was at the other end.
"She doesn't want to talk to you about it and she made me promise you wouldn't talk to her about it." Sofi said.
Jack nodded.
"So, what's wrong?" Bobby asked.
"She's remembering stuff that, her dad did to her and stuff that her foster parents did to her too." Sofi said.
"Wa-wait. Her dad? He only had custody of her for two years. From when she was born to when she was two, right?" Angel asked.
Bobby nodded. "That's right."
"So, how can she remember?" Angel asked.
"Bad dreams." Jack said.
"Oh." Angel said.
"So, what is she remembering?" Bobby asked.
"She's remembering her dad, raping a woman in front of her and beating her and-" Sofi said. She got cut off by Bobby.
"What?! That bastard did that in front of her?!" Bobby asked angrily.
"Yes, he did. And he also made, Sarah, uh well, touch him." Sofi said.
"Touch him?" Angel asked.
"You better not mean, what I think you mean." Bobby said.
"I do. And she's remembering her first foster dad...touching her." Sofi said.
"Shit!" Bobby said.
"Fuck." Angel said.
Jack didn't say anything.
"She's also remembering other foster parents, touching her. She told me, the last time anyone touched her, like that she had been six. Before your mom, adopted her." Sofi said.
"Goddamn it!" Bobby said.
"Fuck." Angel said.
"Only, your mom knew about it." Sofi said.
"How come mom, never told us?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. That's all she told me." Sofi said.
"Sarah, probably asked her not to." Bobby said.
"I can't believe this, shit." Angel said.
"I can't either. Dammit! Who would, want to hurt, Sarah?" Bobby asked angrily.
"I can't think of anyone, who would." Angel said.
Jack shook his head. He couldn't think of anyone either.
That night each of the Mercer brothers barely got any sleep. They kept waking up scared for their sister and bad dreams about shit happening to their sister, kept making them wake up.
Sarah barely got any sleep either. Every sound made her think someone was coming to hurt her again.
A/N:This chapter was kinda depressing at the end, huh? I bet y'all weren't expecting that! Let me know what you think! PLEASE REVIEW!
