Crash & Burn Chapter 9: There You'll Be, a four brothers fanfic

BEG75, I'm so happy you're liking this! OfLoveAndLust, at least you review! So it doesn't matter if you repeat youself...lol. So I had a time writing this because the movie is coming into play. But I manage well. I said this on the other site I psoted. Yes, I am adding the movie. But it will only be in Emilie and Jack's POV's. So only things Jack saw and places where I'm adding Emilie in. So it will be a tad bit different but hopefully, just as good. But I have chapter 10 done and am so proud of it...lol. It took me a good minute because I severely burnt my right thumb over the fourth of July weekend. I got a 2nd degree burn and it hurts to type but I did it!! LOL Well, enjoy!!

The months passed pretty quick after that. Before I knew it my first year of school had gone and my birthday had passed. I hadn't talked to Jack since then and apparently he wasn't asking about me because Bobby and Paisley never brought him up anymore.

And speaking of Bobby. One day out of the blue he packs his stuff and leaves. Said he had a job in Chicago and he needed to take it to help a friend out. I wasn't too worried. He came back every so often to see me and I even went up to see him one weekend. He was working at some bar. Bouncing, bartending and managing all in one. At least he wasn't lying about it. I was bummed to have him gone too. But he stayed in touch the most and I still had Jerry. Him and his brood kept me busy.

"Emilie!" I heard Paisley yell from my living room. I sighed and rolled out of bed. I walked into the room and stared at her.

"What?" I snapped. She smirked and sat down on the couch.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing." she said causally. I stared at her and smirked.

"Who is he?" I asked and jumped on the couch next to her. She grinned and clapped her hands together.

"His name is Andrew. He's a tattoo artist down at Livid Art. He's so nice and sweet." she gushed. I smiled and listened to her talk about him. "He has all these tattoos but is totally not what he seems. He's got a tiny attitude but only to people who give him one. And he asked me out!" she squealed. I laughed and patted her knee.

"That's great. When are you going out?" I asked. She bit her lip and smiled sheepishly at me.

"I didn't answer him yet." she confessed. I gaped at her and smacked her arm.

"Why? He sounds like a god and you don't answer him." I shrieked. I grabbed her face and looked at her eyes. "Are you high?" I asked.

"No." she smiled. "I kinda wanted you to help me out." she told me. I held my breath and waited for the crazy idea that was bound to come out of her mouth.

"Spill." I told her.

"I want you to hit on him." she said smiling. I burst into hysterics and nearly fell off the couch. She glared at me and I stopped.

"You're serious?" I asked. She nodded and grabbed my hand.

"Dead serious. I want to see if he's playing me or not. And you're way pretty and I want you to flaunt it." she told me, dead serious. I thought about it and looked back at her.

"What if I'm not his type?" I asked. She glared at me again and stood up.

"You have boobs, an ass and legs. Most importantly you have what they want and that's between those pretty little legs of yours. Therefore, you are his type." she told me. I reluctantly stood up and agreed.

About fifteen minutes later I was parked in front of Livid Art with Heather. She told me his name and told me to go in and ask about a tattoo.

"Just act casual." she told me. I sighed and got out of the car. I walked into the shop and looked around. I started flipping through the books they had and tried to come up with a plan. Unfortunately, my thinking was cut short when someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around to see a very tall and handsome man smiling down at me. He was bald and had tattoos everywhere.

"Can I help you?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Depends?" I said sweetly. "Are you Andrew?" I asked. He grinned and nodded.

"Yes, I am. How can I help you?" he asked. I bit my lip and turned back to the pages.

"I wanna tattoo. And I heard you are the man to come too." I smiled.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked. I shook my head innocently and earned a sly grin.

"How about where you want it?" he asked. Again I shook my head.

"I'm kinda a virgin to all this, so to speak." I told him sweetly. He tilted his head and smirked. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down a few books. He flipped through one and pointed it out.

"I think this would suit you." he said. I looked to the picture he pointed to and tilted my head. It was a tiny moon with stars around it. It was cute but I wasn't really planning on getting a tattoo, was I?

"Where?" I asked still looking at it. He pulled the side of my shirt of my shoulder and tapped my blade.

"Here." he smiled. I bit my lip and looked at him.

"How much?" I asked. He smirked and looked out the window.

"Your friend's got it covered." he told me. I dropped my jaw and looked out the window to see heather driving away. "She wanted to get you outta the house and, quote unquote, get you around testosterone. So she asked me if I'd play along." he told me.

"I hate her." I mumbled. He laughed and patted the chair. I straddled it and pulled my shirt down some more.

"So I heard you and Jack were an item?" he asked sticking the outline on my blade.

"No. We weren't. We were just friends." I sighed. He laughed and rubbed some gel on my shoulder.

"This might sting but I need you to be still." he said and touched the needle to my skin. I bit my lip and buried my face in my arms. "But you felt more than just friends, right?" he asked. I nodded slowly.

"I thought we did. Then when he was leaving I found out he was taking his ex with him." I told him. I heard him huff and he took the needle off my skin to wipe it.

"Lydia?" he asked. I laughed this time.

"Don't tell me you know her." I said. He grunted and touched the needle to my skin again. It didn't hurt to bad but it stung every once in a while.

"Who doesn't know Lydia?" he joked. I laughed again. "Have you talked to Jack?" he asked.

"Not since March. He called and we fought and we hung up. Haven't talked since." I told him.

"Why not?" he asked. I sighed and wondered how long this was going to take.

"Because we're stubborn and neither one of us will admit we're wrong." I sighed.

"Were you wrong?" he asked. Did he always ask this many questions?

"He was wrong too." I defended myself before answering.

"I'm not talking about him. I asked if you were wrong." he retorted.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"Then tell him. If he ain't man enough to admit he's wrong, he ain't a man at all. And he certainly doesn't deserve someone like you." he told me seriously. I smiled into my arms.

"Thanks." I said quietly. He wiped my shoulder and patted my back.

"No problem. Go look." he told me. I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I looked at it in the mirror and smiled.

"I love it." I told him. He smiled and taped it up.

"Good. Now do me a couple favors." he started. "One, come back for more. Two, call Jack." he told me. I nodded and gave him a quick hug.

"Thanks again." I said and walked out.

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I hadn't talked to Emilie for months. I put her aside and focused on my work. I finally quit asking Bobby and Paisley how she was and just asked about them. Ma would try to bring her up but I'd cut her off as nicely as I could. The first seven months I was here was spent on thinking about her and now I needed my mind clear. That meant Lydia too. I kicked her away after that day she tried to seduce me. Troy and James were proud of me but I still felt guilty about bringing her with us. And just because I pushed Emilie to the back of my mind didn't mean I missed her any less.

"Jack-O, hurry up!" Troy yelled from the kitchen. I yawned and walked out my bedroom and stared at the two guys looking at the fridge.

"We need food." James whined. I laughed and opened the cabinets. I frowned when I saw, well I saw nothing.

"I guess we do." I mumbled. They nodded and sat down.

"Lydia kept the fridge full. It's was the only thing that bitch was good at." Troy frowned. James shook his head.

"Nah, I heard she was good at other stuff." he smiled and flicked his tongue over his teeth. I laughed and nodded.

"She was okay." I told them.

"Well, we need food and we need it now." Troy said slamming his fist on the table. I nodded and lit a cigarette.

"Well, I know none of us wanna go so how about we flip for it." I offered. They nodded and I pulled out a coin.

"You and James, then me and the loser." Troy declared. I nodded and flipped the coin.

"Heads!" I called while it flipped. James nodded and we watched it fall. It landed on heads. James huffed and picked it up.

"You and James." I smirked at Troy. They flipped it and Troy called heads. He chose wrong as it landed on tails. I high fived James and grabbed a piece of paper.

"Now I'll write the list." I told him. We gathered a list of food and passed it off on Troy. He grumbled out it but left anyways. James smirked and looked over at me.

"So what do we do now?" he asked. I laughed and shook my head.

"No idea." I said. He thought for a moment and grabbed the game controller. He handed me one and turned the console on.

"It passes the time." he mumbled. We got the game ready and I lit a cigarette.

"So you bummed about not going home for Thanksgiving?" he asked while we were racing.

"A little. I know Ma's going to be upset. I wasn't there last year and I'm MIA again this year." I told him.

"And Bobby's not there." he mumbled trying to get in front of me. I smirked and ran into the side of his car. "Jackass!" he yelled.

"Well, she still has Jerry and his brood." I said. He paused the game and looked over at me.

"And Emilie." he added. I sighed and leaned back.

"Yeah, her too." I mumbled. He shook his head and threw the controller down.

"You're pitiful." he told me. I glared at him and lit another cigarette.

"Am not. She doesn't want to talk to me and I'm thinking about other things besides her." I informed him.

"You do realize that just like love, hate is a two way street." he told me. I nodded and exhaled the smoke.

"Yes, I do. So that means we are on the same page." I mumbled. He smacked the back of my head and I glared at him.

"Admit it." he demanded me.

"Admit what?" I asked getting pissed off.

"That you were wrong." he clarified. I huffed and put out my cigarette.

"Why? She was wrong too." I told him.

"Yes, she was. But so were you. Now admit it." he told me again.

"Fine. I was wrong." I sighed. He continued to stare at me.

"About...?" he trailed off.

"About being an ass and doing everything wrong." I admitted. He rolled his eyes and sat back.

"You are pitiful." he said again. I grunted and sat back into the couch.

At least, I admitted it.

Okay so maybe I was a little dramatic on me doing everything wrong but that's what it seemed like. It was my fault we left on bad terms. I t was my fault she got ticked off. It was my fault for not calling. It's my fault for the demise of that phone call. It's all my fault. And ya know what? Lydia is to blame for all this. That wench ruined everything. She's like a poison that creeps around no matter how hard or long you try to get rid of it. And for some reason she chose me to stick to and terrorize.

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I walked into the house and smiled when I smelt cookies. I walked into the kitchen and saw Evelyn dancing in the kitchen. She smiled when she saw me and turned the radio off.

"Aww I was enjoying the concert." I teased. She smiled and opened the oven.

"I wasn't expecting anyone. How are you dear?" she asked. I sat down at the table and nodded.

"Pretty good. Just coming by to see how you're doing. I know it's boring not having anyone here." I smiled. She set the try down and smiled.

"It is boring. But oh so very quiet." she said. I laughed and looked at the cookies. My stomach growled and she glared at me.

"Yes, they are peanut butter but no you cannot have any. I'm sending them to Angel." she told me. I pouted and sat back in my seat.

"Well, tell him to send a few back." I joked. She smiled and picked one up.

"Here." she said and handed it to me. I smiled and took it from her.

"Thank you. Angel will love these." I told her. "Have you talked Bobby into coming down for Thanksgiving?" I asked. She sighed and shook her head.

"No, he's busy. He said he'll try to make it down soon though." she said sadly. I made a mental note to call and yell at Bobby when I got home. This would be another near empty holiday. Jack and Angel were gone the first one and now Bobby would be MIA. Just great.

"Yeah, well at least Jerry's staying here. He'd have to fight with Camille to move anywhere." I teased trying to lighten the mood. She smiled and handed me another cookie.

"It's your lucky day." she smiled. "Would you go to the store with me? I need a few more things for dinner." she asked. I nodded and we walked out the door.

We got to the store and I saw Samir and a young boy yelling at one another. Evelyn sighed and got out. I smiled as she walked in and grabbed the boys shoulder. I finally got out and walked inside to see what was going on. I smiled when I heard what she was saying to the boy.

"Okay, Darnell, so the candy just happened to jump into your pocket, huh?" she said waving candy in the boys face. I smirked and walked around the store. "I don't think so. Samir's gonna call the police now." she said to him.

"But I-" Darnell started. She looked at Samir and waved him to call the police.

"Samir, the police." she told him. The boy looked over as Samir dialed.

"Hello, police?" he asked. Darnell looked between them and started begging again.

"Please don't call the police. Please." the boy begs Samir while Evelyn stand behind the boy and waves for him to stop. The boy turns around and Evelyn gets serious again.

'So this is how she got Bobby under control.' I thought as I grabbed a box of stuffing.

"I'll hold." Samir said and put the phone to his shoulder.

"That's what happens when you shoplift, there's consequences." Evelyn scolded the boy pointing the candy in his face.

"But it's just some damn candy. I don't wanna go to jail." the boy whined.

"Well, you can probably get away with stealing sometimes, Darnell. But ya know, sooner or later, you're gonna get caught. Is that the way you wanna lead your life, huh?" she asked him. The boy looked down and shook his head.

"No." he mumbled. I smirked and kept looking around.

"I happen to believe that you're worth more. But you gotta believe it, Darnell." she told him.

'She was just like, Abigail.' I thought.

"I hear you, Miss Evelyn." Darnell sighed.

"Are you bullshitting me?" she asked pointing the candy in his face again.

"No, ma'am." he promised. She stood up straight and gave him a firm stare.

"Well, you better not be, you hear me?" she clarified. He nodded and looked up at her.

"Yes, ma'am." he said again. I almost felt bad for the boy but it was too funny.

"Okay. Now you tell Samir." she said turning Darnell toward Samir.

"I won't steal anymore, sir." he recited. Samir sighed and hung up the phone.

"It's all right." Samir told him. Evelyn turned Darnell back to her and smiled.

"Boy, did you get lucky. Now I want you to go straight home, you hear me?" she asked. The boy nodded and fixed his coat.

"Yes." he muttered.

"You shouldn't be out at this time of the night anyway. Go on, get." she said pushing him to the door.

"Thank you, Miss Evelyn." he says and runs out the door. Evelyn smiles and looks at Samir.

"You handled that just beautifully." she told him. I laughed and made my way back to the bathrooms. "You know, he's a good kid. He just needs an older brother." she said. I laughed and locked the door. I could hear her praise him about the birds after I closed it. "So let's take a look at these Thanksgiving birds. Oh, nice. Nice and plump."

I shook my head and pulled up my pants. I heard the doors ding and was about to wash my hands when I heard a man yell.

"Yo, Osama! Osama! Get behind the register! Now!" the man yelled. I froze and listened to what was happening right outside.

"Did you hear what he said?" another man yelled. I froze.

'Samir's getting robbed.' I thought. I walked to the door and pushed it open just enough to see out. I saw two men holding Samir at gunpoint. I looked over and saw Evelyn crouching to the ground.

"Move! Move!" the first yelled and jabbed the gun over the counter. Samir rushed to get the drawer out and panicked. I looked back at Evelyn and whispered to her.

"Evelyn." I called. She looked over and put a finger to her lips. She motioned for me to stay put and tried to stay quiet.

"Please! Take it. Please." he cried opening the drawer. The men were getting impatient and yelled at him.

"Shut up, man. Come on." the second man rushed him.

"I want no trouble." Samir cried again and threw the money down. One man reached over and grabbed the money from the drawer and on the counter.

"Shut the fuck up." the man yelled. Samir threw his arms up and cried helplessly as the men robbed him.

"Take it all." he begged.

"Shut up!" the second man yelled as he tried to grab all the money.

"I just came to the country." Samir told them. I felt tears prick my eyes listening to him beg for his life. He moved forward and the men got antsy.

"Don't you move." one man yelled and aimed his gun.

"Do not move!" the other reiterated.

"I want no trouble, sir. Take it all." Samir backed up and pleaded.

"This is America, homeboy. Black people don't get what they want in this country. Why should you?" the first man yelled at him.

"Please!" Samir begged. I saw the first man raise his gun and fire. I jumped and let my tears fall as Samir dropped behind the counter. Evelyn gasped and I saw the men look toward the back. I felt panic rise as they saw Evelyn.

"Please, have mercy." she begged. They raised their guns and she looked past them to me. She gave me one small glance before they each took a shot. My hear dropped as they ran out. I waited for a minute before crawling out the bathroom.

"Evelyn!" I cried over her. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Please, don't do this. Don't leave me!" I cried. I watched her eyes close and I ran over to the phone. I let out a sob as I carefully stepped over Samir's body.

'No one deserves this.' I thought.

"Help me! There's been a shooting." I cried. "Two people are hurt. Hurry!" I cried. I hung up and ran back over to Evelyn.

"Please, stay with me. I can't loose anyone else. Please!" I sobbed. I held her hand and sobbed into her chest.

This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream. I know I've lost people before but this was ridiculous. Why now? Why me all the time? Her boys aren't even here to see her. Angel was coming back soon and Jack was going to be back one day. Why does it have to be her? I cried the more I thought about it. I had lost another person. Another person that cared, another person that took me in. I tried to tell Jack but he wouldn't listen. You can't let go of something that won't let you go. And my past won't let me go. I loose everyone, but why? And when will it stop?

I guess it's not my lucky day after all...

When I think back
On these times
And the dreams
We left behind
I'll be glad 'cause
I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
When I look backOn these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me

In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be
And everywhere I am
There you'll be

Well you showed me
How it feels
To feel the sky
Within my reach
And I always
Will remember all
The strength you
Gave to me
Your love made me
Make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me

'Cause I always saw in you
My light, my strength
And I want to thank youNow for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always

There You'll Be by Faith Hill