The Boy Next Door *On Hold*

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Brooklyn POV

Mason dragged me to the front of the diner. There weren't too many people here so making a sene wouldn't really help right now.

"Where are you taking me? I can't leave without letting my dad know."

"Shut up would ya?" He snapped.

I tried pulling my hand out of his but he was much stronger than me. Which was a shocker cause he didn't look like he was that much stronger than me. He doesn't look like he's weak but he doesn't look like he's that strong either.

Stay focused Brooke. How would you get your dad's attention?

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed his number.

"Hello?"

"Da-"

My phone was ripped out of my hand. I looked over at Mason who was smirking at me.

"You can't call people silly.." He said pinching my nose.

"What? Why not?"

"Because.. You can't."

I don't feel safe.

"DAD!" I yelled. "DAD!"

Mason put his hand over my mouth. I yanked my leg back kicking him.. Where the sun doesn't shine. He let me groan and toppled to the ground in pain. I took this as an opportunity to run.

I took off and thankfully landed in my dad's arms. Huh..

"And where were you going?"

"I don't know.. I was in the bathroom and then he grabbed me..." I continued talking while my dad searched through his pockets.

"This isn't going to be pretty. Take her to the car." He said. Then I blacked out.