The Boy Next Door *On Hold*

47

Alrighty guys.

I had a major writing block and I didn't know which way I wanted the story to go but I think I somewhat got it now.

Um.....

I'm trying to get back on top of writing, but I don't know how soon that will happen so thank you for being patient with me.

I'm also super sorry for making you guys wait so long for another update. It's been like a month if not more.

And a little bit of self promotion here:

If you ever need a story to knock out of the way and enjoy while you wait for an update from me I have about four other stories and there are also about four or five stories on my other acc (bobika_otp I I'm working in more updates on that page as well).

Okay and how for the video up top. I couldn't find one without the package and I'm also kind of rushing to get this posted so I didn't look that hard, but I chose Laurie and Val's paso.

If you're having trouble viewing it tell me and I'll see what I can do to fix it.

And I think that's it.

Hasta lavista
~Lan

Chapter 47

Brooklyn POV

"Where the hell have you been?" My dad's voice boomed as soon as I closed the front door. My eyes scanned the room looking for him, until I finally saw him at the end of the hall

"I was with Val. And before you ask, no, I did not kill anyone."

"Artem was worried sick about you."

"That's funny because he knew exactly where I was. Just as you instructed."

My father sighed. "It's for your protection."

"My thirst is under control. Why don't you believe me?"

Artem shifted uncomfortably before looking at his watch. "I'm gonna head out now. It's getting late."

"Bye. Thanks again man." My dad said giving him a man hug.

"Anytime." Artem said. "See you later Brooke." He said kissing my head and leaving.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Goodnight dad." I breathed. The last thing I wanted to do was lose control around my vampire-slaying father.

"We aren't done talking about this." My dad said following me up the stairs.

"Yeah, we are."

"Brooklyn.." My father warned.

"What dad?" I said turning around quickly. "Do you wanna tell me I can't control myself some more? D'you wanna make me feel worse than I already do. Or- or maybe you want to me to feel even more ashamed of myself than I already do every time I'm around you."

"I'm not trying to make you feel ashamed of yourself."

"Well then fucking congrats dad, cause I'm not ashamed I just wanted you to feel bad." I said sarcastically as I started up the stairs again.

"Who do you think you're talking to Brooklyn?"

"I don't know who I'm talking to anymore, but I know it's not my father."

~

I was sitting in the back of my closet crying for the last few hours. I've never fought with my dad like that.

We were always so close. Just me and him.

But now, he doesn't trust me anymore.

He doesn't think I can handle myself.

I was perfectly capable of handling myself before when he would leave for weeks at a time to go on missions.

My closet door opened and a familiar scent flooded my senses. "What are you doing here?" I mumbled.

"You're all sad, and upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I sighed. "You heard, didn't you?"

"Yeah, and I didn't want to leave if you were upset."

"I'm fine, Val."

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked as he sat down next to me.

I shook my head. "I think I just need to be alone for a while."

Val sighed. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I need to clear my head."

Suddenly, my closet door opened and light flooded into the room. My father stood at the doorway with what looked like a tranquilizer gun in his hand.

I quickly stood to my feet. "Dad, what are you doing?"

"I'm saving you from yourself." He said pointing the gun at me.

Val hissed and pushed my father's arm against the door. My dad fired his gun and the dart slightly brushed against my arm.

My dad grabbed Val's arm and flipped him over. Val was quick to his feet as he pinned my father against the wall.

"Dad stop!" I yelled as my father pulled the trigger on his gun, shooting Val in the arm.

"I'm only trying to help you." He said as Val fell limp into his arms.

I growled as I ripped the gun from his hand and pointed it at my father.

"Brooklyn, gimme the gun." He said stepping closer to me.

"Don't." I said placing my hand on the trigger. "Don't move."

"Brooke, don't do something you'll regret."