Four Brothers And A Sister
By: Brandy Mercer

Disclaimer: heh...I ain't rich...I only own Sarah, her dad and those random people.

A/N: Sorry about the wait! Enjoy!

(Sarah's pov)

I groaned as I slowly came to. The first thing I realized I was tied to a chair. The second one was, the fact that I was in a room with no windows and one door.

I groaned. 'This is just great' I thought sarcastically. I sighed. I knew Victor had to be the one behind my kidnaping.

"iI es un bastardo tan que coge de la marde!" I cursed in Spanish, thankful for Sofi teaching me and my Spanish class at school What I said had meant, "He is such a mother fucking bastard!"

I growled, angrily. I wanted out of here. I sighed and looked down and saw that I had been bandaged up. Someone had bandaged my wounds. I tried to look at my hurt shoulder but all I saw was a strip of the bandage. I then realized that I was in new clothes. I shuddered when the though of who had seen me with only my underwear and bra on or maybe nothing at all.

I heard the door open. I turned my head and looked and saw three men enter. One white, with black hair and dark brown eyes, maybe about 35. One white, with blond hair and green eyes, maybe about 24. The last man had carmel skin, and brown eyes, maybe 26 or so.

I glared at them.

The one with black hair, smirked at me. "My, how you've grown, princess."

I glared at him, bitting back a remark.

"Don't you remember me?" he asked.

I fought back the urge to say something, knowing they could kill me easily, since the blond haired one had a gun that he pulled out.

The black haired one shook his head. "Oh, well. Sarah...it's me...Daddy."

Shock registered on my face for a second before I glared hatefully at him.

He smirked at me. He took my chin in his hand. "You should give me respect...we don't want you getting into trouble....now do we?" he asked, with a sick gleam in his eyes.

I glared hatefully at him. He pulled away from me. The carmel skinned one stepped up to me. "Sarah Mercer. Hmhm...nice to meet Evelyn's only daughter."

I glared. I felt sick to my bone. I had a idea who this was, but didn't want to voice it.

"You see, I'm the one who helped you get back to your daddy."

'Go to hell you son of a bitch!' I thought, pissed.

"It's me...Victor Sweet."

I bit back the urge to yell at him for killing my mother.

"I bet your angry about your mother's death, am I right?"

I glared at him.

"I guess I am. But you see your mother shouldn't have gotten into my business. But Fowler told me when she started to raise some hell."

FOWLER?! I knew something was wrong with that bastard! Oh, I was going to gut that fucker and feed his guts and organs to him raw and then fucking cut his dick off and feed it to him slowly and let him choke. I was going to do the same thing to Victor and my father.

Victor smirked. "So I took care of her. The gunman that were hired almost killed you too...to bad they didn't I thought at first. But then your daddy came to talk to me and told me how much he wanted you back. Heh, well then we struck up a deal. I would get you for him and he would give me a nice sum. That's why your weren't killed in the shootout."

I felt my father put his hand on the top of my head. "Sarah, don't worry. We'll have a lot of fun."

That's what I was worried about.

With the brothers

Bobby was pissed to say the least. "Never should of come home."

None of his brothers said anything.

Finally Jerry spoke. "I have a idea."

"What?" Angel asked.

Jerry explained his plan to give the money from the insurance to Victor Sweet, and to get Sarah back.

"We won't find your body till the river thaws, Jerry." Angel said.

"This is the only thing that'll work!" Jerry said.

Bobby looked at Jack, then Angel and then Jerry. A picture of Sarah caught his eye. He looked at it for a second. "This is the only plan we got and it has to work."

With Sarah

I felt sick. I just wanted out of there. I glared at the door hatefully. This was defiantly bad. Not the very worse day ever, but still bad. Mom dying was the worse day ever.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck, stand up when the door opened again and none other then Victor Sweet and my father walked in.

Victor grinned at me. "Sarah...how would you like to go with me, to visit your brother Jeremiah? You know, before he gets killed."

I glared at him. "You fucking touch him or any of my other brothers and your fucking dead!" I seethed.

"Sarah, they are NOT your brothers." my father said. I glared at him.

"Yes, they are, you son of a bitch!" I nearly yelled at him.

I guess, I should of known the next thing was going to happen. My father backhanded me. I tasted blood. Damn asshole, busted my lip!

"You will treat me with some fucking respect young lady! Call me dad or sir, got it?"

I glared at him. "Yeah, I got it...sir."

"Good. Now, please continue, Victor."

Victor nodded. He looked at me. "I won't touch them... I don't roll like that."

I got the meaning just fine. My glare became angrier and more hateful if that was possible.

"But, I thought you would like to see him before he was killed. I would let you see your other brothers, but I don't know if I can arrange that...so you'll have to settle for Jeremiah."

I glared at him. "And why would I have to settle just for Jer?"

"Because...me and him made a little deal...he pays me to leave him and your other brothers alone and let you go...but since I won't, since you are your fathers, he'll get angry and I'll have to stop him..." Victor explained.

"You son of a bitch!" I SO WANTED TO HIT HIM!

My father backhanded me again. "Shut up!"

I glared at them both. I looked at my father. "Why the fuck do you want me now?! HUH?! You had your chance and you screwed up! You didn't want me and when you had me you were a bastard! You fucking nearly raped me!" I yelled at him.

Instead of backhanding me, he punched me. I felt blood slowly start to drip do from my nose.

"You need to learn some respect, you little whore! I see that whore of a mother never taught you any respect or none to those bastard boys of hers." he said.

"Don't fucking call my mother a whore! She was the best woman on this planet till this fucker killed her! And my brothers are the best fucking brothers that any one could ask for you asshole!" I yelled at him.

He backhanded me again. I bit back a groan. "You better fucking give me some respect and Victor too!"

I glared at him. I didn't want to get hit anymore, or I could black out.

"Now, Sarah...aren't you happy your back with your dad?" Victor asked, a bit of a mocking tone in his voice.

I just glared him.

Victor grinned at me. He then patted me on the head. "I'll see you later." he said, in a way that made my skin crawl.

Soon he was gone. I was left alone with my father.

"Now, I'm going to go. And when I get back, you better have some respect for me. Got that?" he asked.

I didn't do or say anything.

"Got that?!" my father asked, jerking my chin to make me look him in the eyes.

"Yes, sir." I said, just loudly enough for him to hear.

"Good."He then was gone.

I sighed in relieve. I had to get out of here!

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys, but I had major writers block! I hope this makes up for it!