Being Brooklyn

Chapter 8

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Well without further ado, "drum roll please"… The long awaited, extra long, CHAPTER 8! Enjoy the rollercoaster that is life folks!

Yours truly,

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I woke up in a cold sweat and I heard someone screaming. Oh, wait. That person screaming was me. Suddenly, my door was kicked open and five boys stood there in their pajama pants. Each one carried a different weapon.

Zayn came running in with a kitchen knife.

Liam carried pepper spray. "Wait… PEPPER SPRAY?!?!" My mind was helplessly confused.

Niall came rushing in, his fists held in front of him, his mouth filled with doughnuts, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't look any more dangerous than a baby penguin.

Harry ran into the room drawing a light saber out from behind him.

Finally, Louis came sliding in through the door, a baseball bat held high above his head, "SUPERMAN TO THE RESCUE!" He swung the bat, knocking my colorful lamp over. It clattered to the floor noisily.

The five guys stood in my doorway, poised and ready.

"What's wrong, love?" Niall asked as he scooted around the others and plopped himself down at the foot of my bed.

I trembled beneath my turquoise duvet. "I-i-i- h-had a n-nightmare." I stuttered. "H-h-he tried to k-k-kill me! He h-hit me with h-his c-c-c-car!" I shivered. I grabbed fistfuls of my blanket and wrapped it tightly around my quaking body.

"Who? Who killed you?" Liam questioned, as he sat down next to me and started to rub my back soothingly.

"I swear to God…. I will kill him." Harry muttered under his breath as he paced back and forth.

"Haz? Stop pacing… you're um gonna wear the floors out. And um, Paul won't be too happy about that…" Louis' voice pierced through the layer of confusion and worry like a dagger.

Everyone managed to squeak out a couple laughs, but you could easily see that the boys were distraught.

"You know what? It's nothing. You can all go back to bed now. Sorry for waking you guys. Never mind." I said firmly, but inside I was falling apart. I buried my face in the pillow and warm droplets started to form at the corners of my eyes. "Shhh Brooklyn. It's gonna be okay. Don't let him get to you. Bryan's long gone. He disappeared after Sophie died. He can't harm you." I thought over and over to myself trying to calm myself down.

I felt my bed shift and I turned my head to the movement. Niall had lay down carefully next to me. "Brooklyn, do you want me to stay here with you for tonight?" He asked, his big, blue orbs filled with concern. Slowly he brought his hand to my cheek and used his thumb to brush my tears away.