The Boy Next Door *On Hold*

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Merry Christmas Humans!
Brooklyn POV

"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."

Anger coursed through my veins as I looked my father dead in the eyes and pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang through the room before everything went silent. Dead silent.

I gasped as I sat up. My head hit one of my shelves. I winced and grabbed my forehead. I was sweating and beginning to feel claustrophobic.

"It was just a dream. You were just dreaming Brooklyn, relax." I whispered to myself. I walked out of my room and into the bathroom so I could take a cold shower and clear my thoughts. I turned the water on and sat down in the floor, running my hands through my hair.

What the hell is wrong with me?

My world was spinning. I couldn't think straight. I just had a dream about killing my father.

Maybe he's right about not trusting me.

Maybe I can't be trusted.

Maybe I really will lose control.

I sighed as I shut the water off and climbed out of the shower. I pinned my wet hair in a bun and slipped into a pair of sweats. I went downstairs and left a note on the counter telling my father I would be back whenever and I left.

It was humid and quiet. The sticky air made being outside seem like the nastiest thing to do at a time like this.

I sighed and wrapped my arms around my torso. I had no idea where I was going, but I need to clear my head. Everything was falling apart.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and did the only thing I knew to do at a time like this.

The phone rang a few times, but thankfully he answered.

"Brooklyn? What's wrong?" Maks' voice said from the other end. I couldn't talk to my actual father about this, and if anyone has ever been like a father to me, it was Maks.

"Everything's wrong. I- my- everything's just falling apart. And- and I don't know what to do! And-"

"Alright, alright, Brooklyn. The first thing you need to do is calm down. Freaking out will only make things worse. Where are you?"

"I'm at the park."

"Alright, stay on the phone with me, I'm on my way." The last time he said that I almost got killed. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"He was trying to kill me." I sobbed. I wrapped my free arm around myself. I read somewhere that when they kill cows, the cows freak out so they put the cows in these mat things and the enclosed space keeps them calm. The enclose space helps soothes the nerves, so when people are having anxiety attacks, it helps to hug them. I'm not having an anxiety attack, and I've never had one before, but I definitely think I'm in the verge of having one right now. "He was trying to kill me and- and he shot Val and-"

"What? Who shot Val? Where is he?"

"He's at home. I- it wasn't real. But it felt real, and that's what I'm scared of. Because what happens if he's right? What happens if I do lose control and kill him? Then what? I- I don't know what-"

"Brooklyn, relax okay? You're panicking and you're not making any sense."

I continued rambling on despite what Maks was saying to me in attempt to calm me down. After about two minutes, he had managed to make some sense of the situation and figured out what I was talking about, but I was still going on like an idiot.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly turned around, ready to attack if needed.

"Pipe down soldier, it's just me." Maks reassured.

"What am I supposed to do?" I whispered.

"When do you leave for school?"

"Two weeks."

Maks nodded and put his hands on my shoulders. "You're going to stay with me, alright? I'll watch you and this way your dad will know you're not going to kill anyone. We'll go back in the morning. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Great, lets go." He said taking my hand and head towards his car.