Paige got released later that night, she just had a couple of scrapes and bruises, she was told just to rest. They had decided that it would be better not to go back to her house to get her stuff, wanting to avoid a run in with Tom. Brooklyn had asked that they keep it a secret about it being Jared who tried to kill her. She knew that it would break Paige's heart because Jared and her were so close.

Bobby didn't really know what they were getting themselves into, they had never really had girls living with them and know they were going to have two. Not just two girls living with them, two girls who they needed to look after, two girls who were crazy when put together, it would be a long drive home.

They had arrived back in Detroit a week ago and everything seemed to be going good. It was decided that they would finish the attic off for the girls, so Bobby could have his room back. It didn't take them long to finish it off because Jerry knew some people he use to be in the union with and they helped them finish it off.

"Damn, do those girls ever turn off that shitty angry chick music?" Bobby asked Angel as they watched the hockey game. The girls were each laying on their own beds flipping through magazines.

"Hey," Jack walked into the attic and fell onto the bed next to Brooklyn. He was laying on his back staring at the ceiling.

"Oh my god, look at him," Paige held up her magazine showing Brooklyn the Calvin Klein model.

"He's not really my type, he's more Jack's," Brooklyn laughed and Jack turned his head and looked at her. She shrugged and gave him an innocent smile.

"What are you girls doing in here, painting Jackie's nails?" Bobby walked into the girls room.

"Does anybody know how to knock in this house?" Brooklyn laughed. No one in the house knocked on doors, no one shut the bathroom door, no one cleaned, no one did much of anything except for horse around and watch TV, except Bobby. Bobby always seemed to disappear at night, sometimes Jack and Angel would go with him too, but normally it was just Bobby. He'd go out all hours of the night, come home, and then sleep, wake up a couple of hours later and then go to work.

"I don't get it still, why didn't Jared want to come and get away from Tom again?" Paige had been asking this question all week, but every time that she had asked Brooklyn or called Jared no one answered. "Brooklyn are you mad at him still did you tell him not to come cause your still mad at him?"

"What? Hell no," Brooklyn looked up from her magazine confused, she then looked up at Bobby and Jack and gave them a look telling them to keep quiet.

"I see your face when I talk about him, are you still mad cause he cheated on you?"

"What the fuck one second your fine and the next second you're making accusations like a psycho bitch," Brooklyn stood up off the bed.

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm down, if your fight let's go find a puddle of mud," Bobby laughed putting a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder to hold her back from attacking Paige.

"A psycho bitch, you're the whore. I mean come on we all know that Jared cheating on you was partly your fault too."

"Paige don't do this?"

"Don't do what, tell them what a slut you are?"

"I'm not a slut I was only with Jared when we were dating and it hurt me too. I was scared too, but he walked away first."

"He did your right and that gave you the right to commit murder, didn't it?" Paige glared at Brooklyn.

Getting upset Brooklyn ran out of the bedroom right into Angel, "What's all the yelling about?" Brooklyn pushed past him and ran downstairs into Bobby's room, it was the one room where she felt comfortable, she flopped down on the bed and cried.

Back upstairs Paige was feeling awful about what she had said; she had a problem with saying things without thinking. "What just happened here?" Jack sat on Brooklyn's bed across from Paige.

"I shouldn't have said that, it was really stupid," Paige looked down at her hands, ashamed of what she had just done.

"What were you talking about? Why was Brooklyn scared? Is there something we need to know about?" Bobby asked.

"I shouldn't tell you this because it's not my place, but now that I probably brought back some bad memories for Brooke, you guys are probably going to have to help her through this." Bobby glanced up at Angel who was leaning on the doorway; he looked a little confused about what happened. "Last year Brooklyn got pregnant, she was so scared, but she believed that everything happened for a reason. When she told Jared he got scared, he was 20 and she was 16, he could have gone to jail for years. He went out one night, got drunk brought this girl Vanessa home. Brooklyn was spending the night at my house and walked in on them."

"What an asshole," Angel mumbled as him and his brother all clasped their fists.

"He made a mistake, I'll admit it," Paige went on with the story, "Brooklyn got really stressed out, stopped eating, cried all day and finally had a miscarriage. She went to the doctor and he told her, she could never have anymore kids, because something inside of her got torn. God I must seem like such a bitch, it wasn't her fault she miscarried."

"I don't think that you're a bitch at all, but you need to go downstairs and make things right with Brooke," Bobby told her.

The girls made up like sister did, the boys never said anything about what was talked about in that room that night so Brooklyn didn't know they knew. Everyone just hoped things would go back to normal at the Mercer household, well as normal as it ever is.

The girls woke up early the next morning and wondered downstairs to watch TV. They sat on the couch and found some old re-runs of Saved by the Bell to watch. "I'm hungry," Brooklyn whined.

"So eat something," Paige concentrated on the TV and tried to ignore Brooklyn.

"I can't cook," Brooklyn gave Paige a puppy face.

"Well don't look at me, I can't cook either," Paige laughed at her sister's face; she was such a child sometimes. Both girls had grown up in a very wealthy neighborhood. They grew up with maids and cooks to do everything for them, before Paige's grandfather died he was named one of the ten most wealthiest men in the U.S. of course the money had been split up a lot since his death, but after her mother's death Paige was still left a few million. Brooklyn's dad was a big shot lawyer when he wasn't drunk, traveled to L.A. a lot, defended all those famous people, so Brooklyn was never really short on cash either. Brooklyn always said she'd give up all the money for a real family and that's what she did.

"I have an idea," Brooklyn pulled Paige to her feet and dragged her up the stairs.

"What are we doing?" Paige asked in a voice a little above whispering.

"Shhh," Brooke put her finger to her lips and opened Bobby's bedroom door, "Come on." She climbed up on his bed and started to jump up and down.

'Your crazy," Paige whispered, but than climbed onto the bed her friend. They both jumped up and down and Bobby shot up quickly.

"What the hell?" Bobby asked groggily.

"We're hungry," Brooklyn whined and jumped down into a sitting position onto the bed.

"Come cook us breakfast," Paige joined in on the whining.

"It's seven on a Saturday, make your own god damn breakfast," Bobby turned over and shut his eyes.

"Come on," Brooklyn lifted up his eye lids.

"Argh, fine, let's go children," Bobby got out from underneath the covers and was wearing only his boxers.

"Ow, Ow," Brooklyn howled like a wolf.

"Look at those sexy legs," Paige put in sarcastically.

Bobby shook his head as he slipped on some sweat pants and then put on a tee shirt. "You two are getting real comfortable here." He mumbled before going downstairs and cooking the girls' pancakes.