Bobby led his brother and the teenage girl into their house. He walked into the kitchen and quickly put away the groceries. He had hoped that Jack would introduce her to his other brothers. Bobby walked into the living room to see Jack, Angel, Sofi, and Jerry watching TV, but Brooklyn not in the room. He quickly smack Jack in the back of the head and walked back to the front door where he had left the girl. "You can come in you know?" Bobby told her and then motioned for her to follow him. "Brooklyn these are my brothers Jack, Angel, and Jerry. Brooklyn's gonna stay with us tonight."

Brooklyn didn't question why Angel and Jerry were black; because she didn't feel like it was important. If these guys were nice enough to let her stay the night, out of the cold, then the past didn't matter. "She's too young for you Bobby, what is she 12?" Angel asked.

"No, 5 and a half," Brooklyn answered sarcastically, "No, I'm 17 and I am just sleeping here, I'm not sleeping with anybody, but thanks for asking."

"Where'd you find this girl?" Jerry asked as Angel gave Brooklyn the finger.

"I'll explain later, La Vida Loca, go make the girl some food," Bobby barked at Sofi.

Sofi glared at Bobby, but then got off Angel's lap. She led Brooklyn into kitchen, and told her that Bobby was an idiot and to call her Sofi. "So the girl, where'd she come from?" Angel asked in a low voice.

"We found her next to the grocery store," Bobby said shrugging. He sat down on the couch and out his feet up on the table.

"Don't act like it's nothing," Jerry told him worried about what his brother may have gotten himself into.

"Listen she needs a place to stay and it's cold outside so I brought her home, mom would have done the same thing," Bobby told them, then starred at the hockey game on TV, "Stop asking questions and let me watch the game."

"Is that what this is about, Bobby, mom was a little more used to kids then you are," Jerry ignored Bobby's comment and tried to talk some sense into his older brother.

"Don't worry about it little brother, I have it under control."

Jack stood up from his seat on the chair and walked into the kitchen. He saw Brookyn sitting at the table finishing a sandwich. She was a young looking girl, short maybe 5'2", short brown layered hair, big brown eyes. Jack noticed the girl looked in thought, he wondered about her past and where her family was. Jack took a seat across from the girl. "Are you ok? I know that this is all probably overwhelming, but we've all probably been through some of the same stuff as you have. So if you want to talk…"

"If I want to talk, you're all here." Brooklyn cut in causing Jack to smile. "Thanks I'll take you up on that, I promise but right know I'm really tired." Brooklyn lied, she wasn't really tired, she was just scared to tell these people her past, because they may not want her around after they hear about it.

"Bobby, she's tired, where's she gonna sleep?" Jack leaned back in his chair and looked at Bobby thru the doorway. Bobby stood up from his spot on the couch, walked over and stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"She can sleep in mom's room and I sleep on the couch, is that ok with you fairy?" He asked his youngest brother. Jack nodded his head in agreement, then got up from the table to see Sofi dragging Angel upstairs to do 'god knows what' and Jerry getting on his coat to leave.

"You going home?" jack asked the obvious.

"I gotta get up early and take the girls to gymnastics," Jerry walked into the kitchen to say good-bye to Brooklyn, "It was nice meeting you hopefully I'll see you again." Brooklyn nodded in agreement but didn't say anything.

"See ya little brother," Bobby yelled before the door slammed shut.

Bobby and Brooklyn made there way upstairs to show her where to sleep. "He doesn't live here?"

"Jeremiah? Hell no, he has a wife and two kids, they only couple of blocks away so he's here all the time." Bobby answered as he opened the door, to the room that was once his mother's. "This is it; do you have clothes to sleep in?" Noticing she was carrying a small bag." Brooklyn shook her head, because she only pack two pairs of clothes and known of them were clean. Bobby threw Brooklyn a pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt from his drawers and pointed her to the bathroom. She went in to change and when she came back she noticed Bobby picking up a few things off the floor.

"Don't pick up on account me, this house is a hundred times cleaner then mine," Brooklyn told Bobby as she sat on the bed and after a moment of silence he sat down next to her.

"Want to tell me why you were outside that store?" Bobby asked but it really wasn't a question.

Brooklyn laid back on the bed and took a deep breath. "I ran away from Chicago. When I was born my parents never wanted me, but by the time my mom realized she was pregnant, she doped up to do anything about it. I was born two and a half months early and they didn't think I would live because I was born a heroin addict. But I did live, I ended being healthy and my parents were stuck with me. All my dad did was drink all day and my mom did drugs. I raised myself and if all that wasn't enough my dad started to hit me. It was just once in an awhile, but finally I decided I had enough and I ran and here I am, with you guys." Brooklyn her finished her story, she had tears in her eyes and had not looked away from the ceiling since she had started speaking, not noticing Jack standing in the doorway.

"My mom died when I was just a baby and my dad drank all the time too, I ran away finally and learned things living on the street. Social services found me and brought me here, to Evelyn Mercer's house, the sweetest lady in the world. Angel, Jerry, and Jack they all it bad too, but my mom was a great lady taking us all in," Bobby spoke and this surprised Brooklyn because this man told his life story without even flinching and this made her feel safe.

She didn't where his mother is now, because do the look of the house she hadn't been here in a long time. It wasn't her business what had happened in this house before she came here, if they wanted to tell her they would. "You can stay, for as long as you want," Bobby said breaking Brooklyn out of deep thought.

Brooklyn felt safe here, she felt like maybe for the first time someone may want her around. "Ok I'd like that." Bobby got off the bed and said goodnight to the Brooklyn and left the room closing the door behind him.

"Do you think it's ok to let her sleep in there with all the guns on the bed?" Jack said before walking into his room.

"Yeah, there under the bed, she'll never know they're there. But that was cute of you to worry just like a little girl sweetheart," Bobby said walking downstairs.

A/N- Thanks for all the reviews, they make my day. This chapter is a little slow but it will pick up soon I promise, so please bare with me.