A/N: Hopefuly the wait on this chapter wasn't too long. I tried to get it posted as fast as I could. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you like this chapter! (Sorry it's kind of short)

Disclaimer: Four Brothers does not belong to me.

Chapter 4

Jack knew he had to hurry. He was pretty sure that at least one of his brothers was going to come after him.

He slipped into the alley just as he heard Bobby call out his name.

"JACK! Get your ass back in the house!"

Jack waited a few moments, watching as he saw Bobby pass by his hiding place. Letting out a sigh of relief he began walking in the opposite direction that Bobby went. He couldn't help but feel slightly nervous about being out by himself, especially in a dark alley, but he really needed to get out of the house. Looking around for places to go, Jack spotted a familiar figure standing by the dumpster.

"What's up, Trevor?" Jack said, walking over to the man and shaking his hand. Trevor was Jack's old friend from high school. They used to do everything together.

"Ah, nothing much. It's been a while."

"Yeah," Jack said, cracking a smile, "it has been a while." He scratched his head thoughtlessly and let out a deep breath.

"You alright, man? You look like shit." Trevor added, noticing how beat up Jack looked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He had heard that a lot lately. "You got a cigarette on you?" He asked after a moment.

"Nah, I'm out." Trevor replied. "But I got something better." Trevor added, pulling out a bag from his jacket.

"Coke?" Jack asked, taking the bag from his hand and examining it. "I don't think so, man. You know I just got off this stuff." He had been clean for almost a year now. He knew that if he held it too long he might decide to buy it from him, and it would be like starting all over again.

"You sure? This stuff is like magic."

"Yeah. I'm sure. Put this shit away" Jack began, extending his arm to give him back the bag, "before my brother sees us and—" He stopped mid-sentence when he felt a hand on his shoulder yank him around. He found himself looking straight at Bobby. The last person he wanted to see.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He asked in a dangerously angry tone.

"..." Jack had no idea what to say. He hadn't done anything, but how was he supposed to tell that to Bobby now?

"COKE! Are you doing this shit again too!" He asked in an even more dangerous tone. "I thought you cleaned up your act, Jack."

"I didn't do anything." Jack said, finally defending himself. "Why are you assuming shit all the time?"

"Look man, he's telling the truth." Trevor said, speaking up for Jack. It was a brave move on his part.

"Don't fucking talk to me," Bobby said to him before punching him square in the jaw.

"Look Bobby, I already told you I didn't take it!" Jack yelled. "Just calm down." He stepped between Bobby and Trevor because he wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

"Calm down?" Bobby mimicked. "My brother has been a complete wreck for the past few days and then just gets up and walks out of the house! And then I find him buying drugs and you're telling me to calm down?" he yelled back.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen to me for a second!" Jack said, pausing slightly before continuing. "I didn't take them ok? You know I stopped doing that shit after mom died. Just trust me for once."

"How the hell an I supposed to trust you Jack? You always screw up!" Bobby yelled in response, obviously not thinking about what he was saying.

Jack couldn't believe what he had just heard. All this time he had tried his best to live up to what Bobby wanted him to be and now he was calling him a screw-up? His jaw tightened and his hands sub-consciously turned into fists. He slowly began backing away, the hurt showing visibly on his face.

"Wait. Jack, I didn't mean it like that." Bobby tried to apologize.

Jack didn't answer.

Bobby stepped closer, reaching out for his arm, but Jack quickly yanked it away.

"Don't touch me! Don't ever fucking touch me!" he yelled before stuffing the cocaine in his pocket. He turned his back on Bobby and ran as fast as he could away from Bobby. Away from this hell he'd been living in.

"Jack, please..." Bobby pleaded but Jack was already gone. He stood there, stunned. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

"He took my stash." Trevor stated when he saw that Jack wasn't coming back.

"Dumb piece of shit." Bobby murmured as he punched him in the face again, knocking him down before he turned and began to walk back home.