A/N: I know I haven't updated this in forever and I sincerely apologize for that. I'm hoping to update this more regularly, now that I have a precise idea where this is going and the events that take place. So please please please enjoy and review! I would love to know what you all think! And again thank you for reading despite how long it took to update, I promise to not let it go that long again. Also take note this is unbeta'd (except by me, lol) and it's like 2 am so if there are any major errors please tell me! Also, on that note, I am currently looking for a beta for this story, anyone willing?

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Bobby pulled his car into the driveway of his mother's house and cut the engine. He sat there, his hands tightly gripping the wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Angrily, he released his grip on the wheel and then slammed his hands down onto the dashboard with a loud, angry howl. He saw the porch light flick on, accompanying the already present light emitting from the living room and looked over at window, seeing Evelyn standing there. He knew that Evelyn was waiting up for him, she always did after he went to go visit his sister knowing the way it affected him, and yet it still surprised him to see her.

Waiting until she disappeared from sight, Bobby slammed his hands against the already abused dashboard once more. He closed his eyes, cursing under his breath and resting his head against the steering wheel. The visits were getting more difficult, he knew it was going to have end sooner or later, but he couldn't bring himself to just stop seeing her. It was his fault she was there, he was sure of it.

"Fuck!" he screamed, shoving his hands through his hair.

With a deep breath, his opened his eyes and forced himself back in his seat. He opened the car door and slid out. Making his way across the lawn to the porch, he opened the screen door and paced there a bit, needing to calm down before entering the house. His hands made fists tightly at his side and swung low at imaginary objects. He felt the angry subsiding, felt his breathing return to normal and turned towards the front door.

Bobby walked into the house, slamming the door behind him, apparently not as calm as he thought he had been. Without a glance into the living room, he walked past the living room, heading towards the kitchen and quickly grabbed a beer out of the fridge before heading back to face his mother.

When he did cross into the living room, Bobby plopped down into the chair adjacent from Evelyn. He wrapped the bottom of his shirt around his beer bottle and twisted the top off, instantly bringing the bottle up to his lips and taking a long swig from it. By the time he placed it down on the countertop it was nearly empty.

"I take it didn't go too well, sweetie," Evelyn said, noticing her son's mood.

"Nope," he replied.

"Did you talk to her about living here?" Evelyn questioned.

"Yeah, she refused."

"Is that all? Because that happens every week, Bob-"

"I know what she does," Bobby said, cutting his mother off like he hadn't heard her speak. "I know, but I never had to confront it until tonight, ma." He gritted his teeth angrily then leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees and staring down at the floor. "I waited after I dropped her off." He looked up, staring straight ahead, focusing on nothing. "I saw her get into some sick bastard's car and drive away. I followed them but I lost sight of the car after awhile. I couldn't protect her from him…I've never fuckin' felt that I couldn't keep her safe."

"Maybe I should have a talk with her," Evelyn suggested.

"No," he said, suddenly snapping his head towards her. "She'd never trust me again if I let you go see her. I need to be gentle with her or she'll just run away. That's what she does when she's scared. She runs. I can't lose her again, ma."

"I know."

"I look at her and I don't see her. She's only fifteen and she acts like she's so much older, so fuckin' jaded."

Bobby picked up his forgotten beer bottle and downed the remainder of it. He stood up to go get another when he stopped and looked over at her with a small shake of his head.

"Ya know, she told me that this kid showed up at her corner tonight, beaten and afraid. She took him in. She's gonna try to protect him and take care of him in this fuckin' crack shack when she can't even take care of her-fuckin'-self. She's gonna crash soon and I can't stop it," he said.

"Maybe, this kid showing up isn't a bad thing," Evelyn commented.

"How? It's not like she's responsible enough to fuckin' take care of him."

"I hate to say it this way, Bobby, but maybe he's a bargaining chip." She looked up at her eldest son sympathetically and shrugged. "She obviously cares about him. Give it time, she'll realize that she can't take care of him."

"So what? We get him off of the streets so she's by herself again?"

"No, we make a deal. We'll help him, if she comes to."

"Since when have you been deceptive."

"Since always, Bobby." She stood up and walked over to her son. She placed her hand on the side of his face kindly and smiled. "How do you think I got you here?"

Bobby smirked half-heartedly and pulled Evelyn's hand off of his face. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing another bottle from the fridge and watched as entered the room. Evelyn looked over at her son and grimaced, grabbing the beer from his hand and placing it on the counter.

"Tell me what you're thinking," she demanded.

"How easily I could've killed the fucker," he admitted without a hint of remorse.

"Bobby-"

"He's out there, fuckin' putting his hands on my sister!" he yelled. He set his jaw and slammed his hands on the countertop, feeling the need to hurt something, even if it was only himself. "I can't stand the thought, because it's my fault."

"How is it your fault?"

"You know."

Bobby groaned gutturally and clenched his fights again. He shoved his fists into his pockets and his knuckles brushed against his keys. Without a beat, he pulled them from his pocket and headed towards the door, Evelyn quickly following behind him.

"Bobby, where are you going?"

"I can't sit here and do nothing. Not anymore."

"Don't do something stupid," Evelyn said, grabbing his arm. "Getting yourself thrown in jail is going to do nothing to help your sister. You won't be around to help her when she finally admits she needs it."

"I'm not gonna go to jail, ma. Even if I hurt the fucker, I won't end up in jail, what's he gonna say, I picked up a fifteen year old and her beat the shit outta me?"

"Bobby-"

"Ma, I won't lay a hand on him. I just need to make sure she got back. I gotta make sure she's okay."

Evelyn let go of her son's arm reluctantly and watched him as he bounded towards his car and peeled out of the driveway, cutting off another car coming down the street. Evelyn walked back into the house and grabbed the knitting project she had resting beside the couch, determined to wait up for her son.

Bobby gripped the steeringly wheel tightly until he could no longer feel his fingers. Thoughts of his sister and the bastard whose car she had gotten into kept running through his mind. As did the phrase, it's my fault. He was never able to forgive himself for that one event. He had done terrible things, things that any person with a conscience would regret but only one thing ever got to him and it resulted in his sister's lifestyle. It was the only thing that he could think of as he finally reached the street he had dropped his sister off at.

Bobby drove down the street, ignoring the girls who smiled at him or pressed leaned their bodies closer to his car. He drove until he reached the end of it before he circled around once again. He wanted to erase the image of girls his sisters age done up to look older in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. He wanted to forget she was just like them. He looked past one particularly done up girl and noticed an old cracked window behind her, a pair of blue-green eyes peering out from the crack.

Without hesitation, Bobby pulled the car off to a side road and drove out, barely remembering to grab his keys before doing so. He made his way to the front of the warehouse and pulled on the rusted, locked door to no avail. Peering down the alleyway next to the building he noticed the piece of plywood resting against it. He ran down the alleyway and removed the wood, slipping inside the building.

Bobby looked around the row that was dimly lit by a weak fire. He noticed the boy who had been peering out the window standing just to the side of him, his back rigged and his chest quickly rising and falling with the deep, frightened breaths he continued to take. He had to be the kid Bailey mentioned before, his arms were bandaged and, like Bailey had said, he had the look of someone who could profit from the streets.

"Hey, kid, you know a girl named Bailey?" Bobby asked.

"Who are you?" Jack asked, quickly moving away from him.

"Look, I just need to know if Bailey stays here. I need to talk to her."

Bobby took a step closer to Jack, who quickly pressed his back against the wall. He put his hands up, as to show the boy that he wasn't going to hurt him, but Jack took notice of it. His eyes grew wild with fear and he stared at Bobby, shaking slightly.

"Kid, I'm-"

"Please don't hurt me," Jack whispered. He dropped to the floor, wrapped his arms around his knees as if he were trying to hold himself together. "Please."

"I ain't gonna hurt ya." He took another step closer and Jack let out a loud scream. "Shit kid."

"Jack!"

Bobby turned towards the source of his sister's voice to see her standing just inside the room. She looked over at him angrily before running towards Jack and wrapping her arms around him, fighting against his refusal to be touched with enough force that he gave in.

"Shh, sweetie, it's just me," Bailey whispered, running her hand against his neck. "Calm down, you don't have to be afraid. It's just me. I won't hurt you." She rested her chin on top of Jack's head and held him against her. "He won't hurt you either. You don't have to worry about that anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you."

Bobby watched his sister console the boy in her arms with fascination. Evelyn was right, it only took a day and already he was her weak spot. She sat in the corner with him, gently rocking him against her as if he were a baby.

"I didn't mean to scare him," Bobby finally said.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bailey asked angrily.

"I needed to talk to you."

"We talked enough earlier." She pressed her hand against Jack's back, forgetting about the cuts and quickly reeled away when he whimpered in pain. "I'm sorry, sweetie." She looked up at Bobby and shook her head. "I think he's had enough drama for the night. Get the fuck out of here."

"Bail-"

"Go!" She eyed him furiously when he didn't move and grabbed her shoe, chucking it at him. "I said go!"

"Fine!" Bobby yelled back, his hands up in surrender. "Make sure you fuckin' call me tomorrow, Bail."

"Okay, just go."

Bobby was leaving as he caught a glimpse of Bailey still holding onto Jack. He saw her kiss the top of his head and whisper something that seemed to calm the boy before he was outside of the warehouse. He quickly replaced the plywood door and then headed towards his car. Evelyn was right, Jack would be the perfect bargaining chip. He was determined to use that to his advantages and get his sister out of there as soon as he could.

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