Warning: Graphic sentiments and situations are described in this chapter.

Okay, this is a really fucked up chapter, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Does that make me psycho? Possibly.

Because I'm writing this before anyone has the chance to review the last chapter, my promise of fifty gold pieces shall be carried on to the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I hate you, you hate me, the Mercers are a fucked up family, with one brother shot and a crazy Latin wife, this does not belong to me.

Enjoy! Well, enjoy might be the wrong sentiment. Oh fuck it, on with the chapter.

Evy had been having a blast. It sucked that Amelia had to go home, but at the same time Evy was glad for the promise of a little peace and quiet. Sadly, peace and quiet wasn't even close to what she was going to get.

The second they walked through the door after picking Jake up from practice, Evy could tell that something was wrong. Angel was waiting for them and immediately took Sofi aside and told her something that made her look scared and pissed at the same time.

Twenty minutes later, Sofi and Jake were getting into the car, smiling at Evy and tell her not to worry. The second they were gone, worry drowned Evy. She walked into the living room where her uncles were waiting, feeling like she was being led to the gallows.

"What's going on?" she asked.

They stared at her, identical angry glares on their faces. Bobby spoke first. "It's time for you to tell us the truth," he snapped harshly.

Evy took an involuntary step backwards. "What truth?" she demanded.

"Kevin Brown," Angel said shortly.

Evy gulped. "What about him?"

"Why is he so desperate to find you?" Jerry asked.

Evy decided to lie, even though she knew how stupid it was. She forced herself to seem unconcerned. "No idea, why don't you ask him?"

"Goddamnit Evy!" Jerry screamed, jumping to his feet. "This isn't a fucking game! Tell us the truth!"

"I am telling you the truth!" she shrieked back. "I don't know why he wants me back so badly, I haven't got a clue!"

"Stop lying to us!" Angel roared. "He threatened our families over this! He knows where to find Amelia and Daniela and it's only a matter of time before he comes after Jake! Do you want their blood on your hands?"

Evy fought back the panic that threatened to overwhelm her whenever people yelled at her like this. "I can't control what he does," she snapped. "I already told you he won't come here, he must be bluffing."

"He calls you his, Evy," Bobby shouted. "What's the deal? You steal something from him? Drugs? Money? Is he your pimp or something?"

"No!" Evy shouted, but her voice shook with fear.

"Are you his whore? Are you?" Bobby screamed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.

"I'm not a whore!" she screamed, her eyes wide with fear now.

"Then why does he want you so badly?" Angel demanded as Bobby released her. "And how the fuck can we believe you? All those injuries could've been caused by guys on the street. Maybe you are this guy's property, you were with him long enough to-"

"To be fucked by him!" Evy screamed suddenly, shoving Bobby as hard as she could so that he stumbled back into Angel. "To be fucking used by him and his sons and his friends! You wanna know why he wants me back? He made five hundred bucks a fuck on me! He brought guys through his house in a never ending line just to get a piece! He lost his meal ticket and he wants me back!"

"So you are his whore," Jerry said, not understanding her because of his anger.

Evy froze as if one of them had slapped her. "I was so stupid," she said suddenly. "So fucking stupid. I thought this would be home, I thought this would be different, but it's not. Well, who's going to go first?" she demanded suddenly.

"What?" Bobby said, stepping back as insane fury twisted Evy's face.

"Who's going first?" she yelled again. She reached up and ripped off her shirt while one hand undid her belt and jeans. "You Jerry?" she shouted at him. "You wanna fuck the whore first? That's all you see isn't it?"

Evy kicked her jeans away and stood in front of them in a black bra and panties, shivering slightly in the cool air. "Well?" she demanded, tears falling so thickly that she couldn't see. "Get started. Do it, I'm used to it by now. That's what every man wants right? Right?" she screamed. "I'm used to being raped now. It's happened so many times that I can't even feel it anymore. Do it!"

Bobby, Angel and Jerry stared at each other, shock and pain running over their faces as they finally understood. When they looked back at their niece, Evy collapsed to her knees and buried her face in her hands.

"I didn't want to be this anymore," she sobbed. "I wanted to get away but he's in my head. They're all in my head, raping me over and over until I just want to die. Just die so I don't have to hear them anymore."

The brothers couldn't move. They had done this, they had made this girl go through so much by confronting her like this. They hadn't tried to understand or listen. They had just gotten angry and shouted. They were no better than the abusive parents they'd had before Evelyn.

Bastards. The word hung in the air in a voice they all recognized. The presence of Jack seemed to assault them suddenly, but whether it was real or in their heads, the brothers didn't know. The accusing, hating word echoed through the room over Evy's tears.

Bastards.

Bobby moved first. He grabbed a blanket off the couch and tossed it around Evy's shoulders. Dropping to his knees in front of the crying girl, Bobby pulled her against him, hugging her tightly as she cried.

"I never wanted any of you to know," she sobbed. "I couldn't bear any of you knowing, any of you looking at me and seeing the truth. I'm just a whore, just a useless little whore who let that happen."

"No," Jerry said, his voice breaking with sadness. "No, baby, that's not true. You didn't let it happen, you couldn't have stopped him."

"I stopped fighting," she said, her voice flat and empty now that the sobbing had stopped. "I just laid there and didn't fight. I knew it wouldn't help and I just stopped trying to fight them off."

"It's okay baby," Angel whispered, running his hand softly over her head. "We'll never let that happen again. No one will ever hurt you that way again."

"Don't you understand?" Evy said quietly, pushing Bobby away so that she could look up at them all. "They will, they always will. I'll have them locked up in my head for the rest of my life doing it over and over."

"That's not true," Bobby said quietly, holding the girl's face in his hands. "One day, it'll all go away. When you realize that you're safe, that no one's ever going to force you to do this again, then it'll all go away."

"God how I wish I could believe you," Evy whispered softly. She started to drift off to sleep in Bobby's arms, the stress of the past few days and that ugly scene draining her last bit of energy. As she dropped off, she whispered quietly, "I want my daddy."

- - - -

Bobby paced the living room, clenching and unclenching his fists. Jerry was glaring into the flames, cracking his knuckles every few minutes. Angel sat in brooding silence, running his palm lovingly across the smooth metal of his Beretta pistol.

"I want that fucker dead," Jerry said, breaking the silence that had filled the last hour.

"Me too," Angel said. "And I wanna do it with my bare hands."

Bobby nodded his agreement. "We can't though, we can't risk getting caught," he said, frustration evident in his voice.

"Kelso," Jerry said suddenly.

"What?" Bobby snapped.

"Anton Kelso, that guy you used to know from hockey."

"Yeah, what about him?" Bobby said, frowning.

"He lives in Fresno."

Bobby stopped pacing and turned to his brother, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "He does at that," he said quietly.

- - - -

Kevin Brown smiled to himself as he sat down at his kitchen table. With any luck, that stupid fucker Bobby Mercer had taken his bluff. When he called this time, the man wouldn't be able to wait to get rid of his brother's bastard daughter.

Can't wait to get you back, Evy baby, Kevin thought, rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants at the very thought of her body. It's been a long, long time since I had a piece of that ass.

Not only that, but he had six guys lined up for her whenever she got back. He would be 3000 dollars richer when he finally got her back. And after the other guys left, he'd show her the meaning of pain and make sure that she never ran off again.

"You're mine, baby," he moaned, stroking himself as he thought about the pain he was going to put her through. She wouldn't be able to move for weeks, but that would make it easier. The guys could easily use her if she couldn't fight back.

"Hope it was a good one motherfucker."

BANG!

Kevin Brown died with his dick in his hand and shock frozen on his face. Kelso looked down at the guy in disgust before shooting him twice more, once in each side of his chest.

"That's for a little girl who couldn't fight back," he muttered.

Kelso turned to leave, but stopped, a feverish grin sliding across his face. Turning around, he fired the last of his clip into Brown's groin.

The last thing he did before he left the house was use Brown's blood to write: Stay the fuck away from little girls on the kitchen table.

- - - -

The phone rang and Bobby picked it up.

"It's done," Kelso said.

"Good. I owe you," Bobby replied, sinking down onto the couch.

"Forget it," Kelso replied. "Just make sure no one ever hurts that kid again."

"You got it."

He hung up and turned to face his brothers. He nodded once. Angel let out an explosive breath and collapsed back in his chair. Jerry buried his face in his hands and sighed.

"What's up?"

They looked up as Evy walked through the door, looking tired and wary. They all smiled at her and she relaxed.

"It's over," Angel said. "Brown won't ever come after you again."

Evy stood there for a moment, frozen in shock. "Did you kill him?" she breathed.

"No," Bobby answered. "But you're safe now, he can't get to you."

Evy sagged against the doorframe, happiness rushing through her veins. It didn't matter how they had done it, but Evy could tell that they weren't lying, that she was really safe.

"You should go back to bed," Jerry said firmly, standing up and going over to her. Evy leaned against him. Jerry helped her up the stairs and returned in a few moments with the news that she'd fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillows.

"You aren't going to tell her that we had him killed?" Jerry asked as he sat down.

Bobby shook his head. "Why taint her life with more violence?" he asked quietly. "Jack wouldn't have wanted her to know."

Jerry sighed as he got to his feet. "There are a lot of things Jack wouldn't have wanted for her, but they happened anyway."

"At least she has one thing he does want for her," Angel said quietly. "She's got a family that's never going to leave her."

That night as Bobby crawled into bed, he thought about what Jerry and Angel had said. Yes, Evy now had the family she should have had all along, but was that enough to offset the hell that she'd lived through for most of her life?

Yes, so I realize that everyone really hated the brothers when they ganged up on Evy, but that's a logical way that men would have handled the situation. Right then, they were terrified that everything they loved was in danger of being attacked and all they wanted to do was fix it. No offence to the guys reading this story, but when you get right down to it, most men are like bulls in a china store when it comes to feelings.

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