Just a short one shot about Bobby's feelings in that scene we all hate.

I don't own Four Brothers or any of it's characters.

He was angry, confused and hurt. If he hadn't been so blinded by those feelings, so crippled by grief, then maybe he would have been able to stop and think.

But he was, and he couldn't.

Of course deep down he knew that Jerry would never ever have done anything to put their mother in danger or any of his brothers, he knew that, but the paralyzing sadness and uncontrollable rage was squeezing his muscles until it felt like he couldn't breathe, he just couldn't breathe. He and his brothers had all fought growing up, and throwing punches wasn't unusual, but not like this, never like this. They were breaking and the way Jack was gripping his knees on the couch told him that he felt it too and was reacting to the tension in the air.

He registered the knock, but the conversation had distracted him and held most of his focus. The empty couch and cold wind told him something was wrong though, and it was instinct that told him that Jack was in danger.

The moments before he hears the shot he already knows is meant for his little brother, Bobby Mercer's life is filled with panic and a terrible sense of dread. Instinct propels him from the livingroom and towards the now open door, no Jack in sight.

Then the shot, and he doesn't know when he grabbed it but he has his shotgun in hand and he jumps out.