Disclaimer: No, I do not own Four Brothers. If I did, it would have had a slightly different ending.

I only own my own characters.

Yay for me.

Because that will get me far.

I finally heard the snoring next door. I looked around at the floor I had been laying on. Pieces of glass stuck to my back and I could feel the blood that had dried around the wounds. It hurt like hell but it would have been worse if I had moved before he had fallen asleep.

The broken bottle lay at my feet along with the tattered boxers I had been wearing. I moved swiftly but silently through the room. A good amount of the clothes I owned were thrown into a duffle bag along with my notebooks. My CD's and small player went into the bag as well. I could leave behind many things, but I needed my music.

I moved into the small bathroom that connected to my room and ran a washcloth under the sink. I winced as I washed the blood off my body, carefully going over my thighs with the cloth. Once I was done, I patted myself down with a dry towel and slid into clean clothes. I kept the outfit mostly dark, dark jeans, a black and navy shirt, and black pumas. I looked casual but if I needed to duck somewhere, I wouldn't be easily spotted.

I placed my last item, a photo album, in the bag and paused. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and a few cars still traveling down the street. I grabbed the cell phone Tanya had lent me from the bag. It was prepaid and untraceable. She knew I had to get out and this was her parting gift to me. I punched in the numbers I knew by heart as I opened the window. I slid my arms through the handles of the duffle bag, heaving it onto my back as I crawled onto the limb of the tree right outside my window. I shut the window and hurried to the center of the shadowed tree listening to the ringing on the other end of the phone.

I closed my eyes leaned my head back. "Come on, Bobby. Don't let me down this time."

It rang twice more before it picked up. "Yo."

"Bobby?"

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Kyliegh?"

It took wall I could not to start crying at the sound of his voice. "How far away are you?"

"How did you know I was in town?"

I smiled despite myself and grimaced as I moved down the tree, the bark catching the fresh cuts and bruises. "I saw your car the other day."

He chuckled on the other end. "I was watching your face to see if you noticed. Never let it show. That's my girl. Now what is it you need?"

"I need out Bobby."

"Ky, you know I can't let you come with me."

"Bobby. It's worse here and I'm officially eighteen. I promised you I'd stay off the streets. But after tonight…" I lost my strength for a moment. "After tonight I would have been better off turning tricks. I waited, Bobby. I really did, because you made me promise to stay in the system. Well I did my time just like you. Just get me out of here."

There was silence on the other end and I knew he was thinking. "I was on my way to visit Ma, Evelyn, for Thanksgiving. Meet me at the park in five minutes and you can come."

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

I felt tears in my eyes but blinked them back. "I love you."

He sighed. "I love you too kiddo. I'm sorry."

There was a click and he hung up.

I sat on a swing at the park far enough in the dark so no one would see me, but in enough light Bobby could. Bobby could always find the things no one else could. I pushed forward slowly watching a car slow down and stop. Its lights turned off then flashed back on briefly. That was the signal. I moved forward, not running, but not dragging my feet.

I opened the door dropping the bag inside and sat, quickly shutting the door before hugging the driver.

Bobby looked the same as always. Dark hair slicked back, trying to look like a tough white boy. His mouth was set somewhere between a smile and frown. Only his eyes, with their rich brown color, told me how he was feeling. I still remember being the only one who could read those eyes. He looked worried, but seemed relieved to see me in one piece.

He held me at arms length his eyes narrowing. "What the hell, Ky?" He brought a finger to the middle of my lip where a small silver ring was. He looked as though he was going to say something before he saw the bruises on my cheek and cut at the corner of my mouth. He turned, put the car in gear, and started driving. "Why didn't you call sooner?"

I sighed. "I thought I could make it until New Year. Maybe until the end of school. It hasn't been this bad in a while." I held up my hand without looking at him. "Before you give me any shit Bobby, the guy is a lawyer and the wife is a nurse. No one is going to think they did it. They'll just say I got jumped and make up some stupid shit." I leaned back into my seat debating whether or not to bring doen the mirror to check the extent of the damage. "I could have been out by now. But no, the fucking trials had to send me everywhere and kept me out of school."

Bobby slid me a glace. "I'm sorry kiddo."

I shrugged. "It's not your fault Bobby. They moved me so much I'm surprised you found me the number of times you did. Those letters and five minute visits kept me going."

We drove in silence for a while. Bobby had put on the radio, some oldies station that let me relax. "Well you're going to stay with Evelyn for a while until we can figure something out." He put up a hand before I could speak. "I know you don't want to be in another house but I'm still uh, 'between' occupations at the moment and Evelyn's your best bet. Think it over during Thanksgiving okay?"

I smiled. "I wasn't going to argue Bobby. I saw the letters. I saw you after you got there. She was good for you. I've heard about everyone else. I'd be happy to stay there." I rested my face against the window looking at the lights of the highway. "I never thought I'd say this but I miss Detroit."

He gave a little laugh but his voice was soft. "Me too kid. Me too."

We stopped off at a motel for the night. I fought with Bobby but finally got my way and got the pull out couch. I was lying down and reading a book while Bobby was in the shower. His phone started ringing from the night table.

"Ky, get that will you?"

I made a face at the bathroom door. "It's not one of your girls is it?"

"Don't be an ass. That's my private line. Just you and the Mercers know the number."

I moved to the table and picked up the phone. "Phone of Bobby Mercer, asshole extraordinaire."

"Uh, is Bobby there?" A husky voice came from the other end of the phone. I involuntarily gasped than covered it with a cough.

"Yeah, hold on a sec. Who's this?"

"Tell him it's Jack." His voice sounded a bit sad. "I just need to talk to him."

Bobby came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "Who is it Ky?"

I handed him the phone. "It's Jack." I covered the receiver. "He doesn't sound too good."

Bobby nodded taking the phone into the bathroom.

Jack was the youngest out of the Mercer clan. I felt a little pang at realizing Bobby had a family I never had. I shook it off. The order of ages went from Jerry, Bobby, Angel, and Jack. From the bits I heard about Jack he was the musician and Bobby called him the fairy. I heard a fist slam on the sink, threw my book into my duffle bag, and put on my boots and jacket.

Bobby walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later fully clothed and looking livid. He noticed me waiting for him and a brief smile came across his face. I had always been ready when it came time to getting the hell out of a place. Of course, I had put on a jacket and boots but underneath I was still in boxers and a tank top. Always ready to go, but not always dressed in accordance.

"What's wrong Bobby?"

The smile vanished as he grabbed his things and the key to the room. "We have to go now." He rested a fist on the wall and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. "Someone killed Ma." He turned back to me. "Can you make the full drive?"

I put a hand on his shoulder and moved us out the room quickly locking it behind us. "No problem. I've got my license Bobby. I can drive for a while if you need."

He nodded and handed me the keys.

He must have been pretty damn exhausted if he actually gave me the keys to his baby.

A/N:

So tell me what you think.

I know it's a little vague so far but I was just testing the waters.

Four Brothers is so much fun to write fan fictions for I couldn't stay away for long.

I know you all missed me so.

This is going to be different from Four Roses. It'll be a bit more angsty.

I know I'm such a teenage drama queen.

(Side note: If you've been reading my Criminal Minds fan-fic, know that I will be working on this instead of that until I get more reviews.)