Chapter 36 - Back to Old Habits.

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Brooke's P.O.V.

'I was walking along the road, listening to some music. When I turned around and saw a car following me. At first I thought it was nothing so I carried on walking. When I turn around again I saw the same car following me. I pick up my pace, I turned down the wrong road walking quickly trying to find my way out. Everything soon became a maze. I turn around and the car was on my tail. I carried on walking hitting a left when I walked straight into a dead end. I backed up as far as I could against the wall. The car stopped and the lights turned off making it dark, with only the street light dimly, making light.

I heard the car door open and foot steps making there way towards me. I reached for my phone in my pocket but it was not there. There was nothing I could do to protect myself. I saw a manly figure moving towards me slowly. "Who's there?" I asked trying to sink further into the wall. The figure moved closer and closer. "Brooke it's me your father." The figure said. When the light hit his face perfectly.

It was him, and he was drunk. His eyes were blood shot red from the alcohol and he was stumbling back and forth. He walked till he was right in front of me. Every time he moved closer I flinched. "Why you hiding from me?"He asked putting his hand on my cheek roughly. I pulled away and he grabbed my face. "Let go of me!" I said moving around trying to get him away from me. "Hold still you bitch!" He yelled angrily hitting me across the face. He walked back to the car and turned the lights on before walking back towards me, with something in his hands.

"Brooke, you should have just kept your mouth shut, and you wouldn't have gotten into this mess. If it wasn't for your mother snooping around on my phone, we wouldn't have gotten a divorce. And You were the one who killed your sister, it was all you." He yelled angrily. "You should have been the one that got sick not, her. You where a piece of shit that we kept. I never wanted you, I wanted to have Gracie she was such and amazing little girl and she got sick. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU!" He yelled raising what was in his hands. I watched it move up, it was a gun. He was going to kill me. There was a click-' I woke up screaming, drenched in swear. I felt hot and dizzy. Chris and Josh rushed though my doors, as I sat with my knees pulled again my chest, sobbing. 'How did I get home anyway.' I thought to myself.

"Hey Brooke what's going on?" Chris said rushing to my side pulling me into a side hug as I sniffled. "D-dad." I cried. "What do you mean Dad." Chris said angrily. "H-He contacted me at school t-today, but I refused to talk to h-him." I said trying to calm down the stuttering, but just making it worst. Chris tensed up. "I-I had a dream where he was f-following me around and he blamed m-me for Gracie's death, he said I s-should have been the o-one that got sick. He also hit and a-abused me like in the old times." I cried harder. Mentioning Gracie was a very emotional topic for all of us. "Brooke it's not your fault she got sick, any of us could have gotten sick." Josh said rubbing my leg. "But I fell like I could have prevented it." I cried. "There was no way you could have prevented it." Josh said.

I nodded my head and tried to calm dowm. Chris and Josh left my room and I grabbed my phone walking downstairs sitting on the couch thinking about my dream. I needed someone to talk to and the only people I could think of was Michael and Luke. I messaged both of them waiting for one of them to reply. Michael was the first to reply so I called him. The phone rang about three times before he answered the phone.

"Hey Brooke, what you doing up so late?" He asked confused. "Well everything that's gone on with my dad today has got me thinking. I also had a dream about him, where he was following me around, and he abused me like her used to, he called me a Bitch and told me I should have died." I said my voice cracking. "I'm really sorry Brooke, I would have done whatever I could have, to try and stoped what happened If I could have." He said in a sad tone.

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