The Boy Next Door *On Hold*

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Brooklyn POV

This guy was outrageous. He knows my dad works for the government, I tried to play dumb but it didn't work out. He just yelled at me.

He wants me to steal some stuff from my dad so he can use it for whatever he needs it for. *mental eye roll*. I'm not doing it. I don't care what he says.

I can't steal from my dad. He'd kill me. Then he'd find a way to bring me back to life, just to kill me AGAIN.

I mean don't get me wrong, my dad's a good guy; but when he gets angry it's like going through literal hell.

I put my homework away and pulled out my pajamas, which were some sweat shorts, a camisole and a sweatshirt.

I put my music on and got into he shower singing along to Right There by Ariana Grande. When the song was over I jumped out and dried myself off. I continued singing as I walked back to my bedroom. I loved having the house to myself.

My grandma went to her friends house and she's spending the night cause her friend lives rather far. I texted her to make sure she was okay and got there safely. All I care is that she's safe.

I searched my backpack for my headphones. I found them and grabbed a blanket off of my bed. I climbed out of my window and onto the balcony, from there I climbed onto the roof. I spread my blanket out and put my headphones in and started at the stars, getting lost in my thoughts.