A Smile That Could Kill.

Chapter 1

*Brook's Pov*

It was Saturday, a lazy day.  We were driving, i had no clue where we were going. All i know is Blake, my ignorant stepfather, packed me into the car, and was in a rush to leave.

"Where are we going?"  I asked for about the tenth time, no answer.

"You'll see."

I knew he wouldn't tell me, he was always difficult like this. I put my neon pink earbuds back in, and was swallowed back into the songs on my top playlist.

*Mason's Pov*

 I waited.....and waited....and waited. Finally someone walked in. It was a man about 6 feet tall. He had black shaggy hair, and a smile that could kill. He walked towards me, "Hello, what's your name sir?" His smile looked like one of those smiles the killer gave the victim right before they killed the vitctim, just like on CSI. He caught me staring at him, and asked again but more sternly. "Son, what is your name." She answered for me, like always, because apparently I wasn't able to answer for myself. " His names Mason, Mason this is Dr. Smith." He shook my hand, and I realized how sweaty my hand was. I quickly wiped it on my navy blue jeans.

 "Come right this way, Mason." I followed Jen, questioning her on where we were going. She didn't answer so I just kept following them. We took a right, then a left and through two sets of double doors. "Sit right here, Mr. Smith will be right with you." Then Jen, the only person I knew in that hellhole walked right out of the room, leaving me alone with that murderer.

*Brooke's P.O.V.*

"Can you turn the music up?" He turned it up and my favorite song, "Payphone", by Maroon 5 was blasting through the speakers of his black 2012 Camaro.

We took exit 23, which brought us right next to an abandoned restaurant, Sally's Bakery.  The 'S, y, k and e ' were all unlit, so it read All's Bar. The windows in the front were shattered, except the one on the right with a wooden board covering it up. It looked as if no one has been in that building for years, and if they were it probably wasn't much prettier on the inside. The grass was about 2 feet tall, creeping up the side of the brick building. The weeds were sprouting from every side, dead flowers, and animal residue left on the path that lead to the door. We passed several 'For Sale' and 'Foreclosure' signs and homeless people crawling on the ground trying to get comfortable before the day started and people roamed the streets.We took a left on "Believing Street " and pulled into a empty parking lot right behind a tall white building. "We're here" Blake said, showing he was excited  to pick up Mason. I wondered what he looked like, was he cute? Or was he ugly like most guys in my school back in L.A.? Was he a football jock or one of those nerds that were constantly picked on because of their smarts and bad style. I guess I would have to find out myself.