Hey Guys !

Well I have had a little writers block on my other story and I thought I would try this on for size. So let me know what you think.

I do not own Four Brothers or anything else, just Taylor.

Chapter 1: Detroit, Michigan.

I was 13 when I first met Evelyn Mercer and her four boys. To most people her small family looked like a side show act. Her oldest boy, Bobby was 17 when I first met him and already adult with a bad attitude. I was too young at the time but now I know he was already well known to the police even if he was still in High School.

Angel the second oldest, even at the age of 16 he was already hustling the other kids at school but deep down he had a heart of gold.

Jeremiah was the middle child even though he was only 15 the boy had surpassed his other brothers in the height department, he wasn't like Bobby or Angel he has a good head on his shoulder he was as straight as they came.

Her youngest son Jack was the odd ball of the family, he wasn't into all the other things the guys around here where. He liked rock music and playing his used guitar, at the young age 14 he had already found his own style and groove.

I was too young to understand why Evelyn had four sons that weren't actually hers but to me she was my saviour. You see my mum was a drug addict and my dad well I don't even remember him. My mum would on occasion go on 2-4 day benders and it was hard for her to find someone to watch me and to her credit she would never take them around me. Evelyn had a huge heart and had no problem watching me when mum would rush me over to her house and drop me off. When my mum was on her little trips Evelyn would pick me up from school, make me dinner, do my laundry and make my lunches for school. She made me feel part of her family, something I had never had before.

By the time I was 16 I spent 90% of my time with the Mercers and 10% with my mum making sure she was still going. The boys where my best friends, they protected me through high school when kids would pick on me because I was weird but now only 1 of the Mercer boys still lived here, Jack. Bobby had moved on when he turned 19, I wasn't sure where he was he never stayed in one place for very long. Angel well the reformed hustler turned to the Marine Core but we all knew he was still hustling people. Jeremiah on the other hand stayed close and moved in with his girlfriend when they left high school. The house seemed smaller without their huge personalities to fill up the space. They all phoned once a week and Jeremiah never once missed Sunday lunch

I would say I was closest with Jack but not in a big brother way, he was my best friend. I would sneak into his room and we would stay up all night reading comic and listening to old records we had collected through out the years.

Just before my 17th birthday my mum passed away, after years of drug abuse her heart just couldn't hold on any longer. Everyone but Angel came back home for her funeral, I was shocked to see home many people knew my mum let alone cared enough to come to her funeral. I hated myself the whole time for not being more upset about her death but Evelyn assured me it was completely natural. Jack on the other hand became my protector through the whole ordeal, he never let anyone spend more time than needed with me and every night when I would cry myself to sleep he was crawl in beside me and just cradle me till I fell into a tearless sleep. He was my rock.

That was until he left. He left when he was 19 to move to LA to become a rock star. He begged to go with him and I really as going to but all had ever known was Detroit, my grades in school where not good enough to go to college and unlike him I had no real talent. The day he left I didn't even say goodbye instead I sat on the window ledge and he walked in the snow with his bag over his shoulder. I didn't stay long enough to see if he ever looked back for me. After that the house was too cold without the boys and Evelyn wanted to start fostering again so I found a job as a waitress and got my own small apartment near to it.

And me ? Well if you work for Victor Sweet or have had the great pleasure of entering his bar my name is Crystal but if you where a normal person I would meet at the grocery store then my birth name is Taylor King and I prefer it to Crystal. When you work for Mr V Sweet it's better if people didn't know who you really are. I'm not a pole dancer or anything but I am his bar manager not that I enjoy my job but it is a job. My natural dirty blonde hair I had got from my mum had been coloured with a dark brown bottle dye, my almost white blue eyes where usually covered by layers of black eyeliner. I was in no means pretty just your average Detroit girl but every night after my shift I would go home to my apartment and wait for him to call but he never did.

So that was the first chapter. Wasn't very long I know just wanted to do some recall on the character before I jumped in.

Thanks for reading.