Confident

38- Don't Piss Off The Wolf

MAJOR writers block on this, and I've been super busy at uni.

Sorry it took me bloody years to update!

Enjoy:)

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Brooklyn struggled to sleep that night. Her mind was a mess, and her thoughts wouldn't stop running around in her head. She couldn't believe the news about Ben, her manager, who had been so kind to her.

He was a killer.

And if he knew about her and Harry then he would use her. Hurt her.

And now her dad was in town, which made things a whole lot more complicated. Brooklyn was glad, however, that her mum wasn't with him. She wasn't sure how she would react if faced with her mother.

Brooklyn rolled over in her bed, sighing in frustration. She hoped sleep would help her forget everything, just for one night, but sleep wasn't coming. She laid in silence, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the morning to come. Soon the soft patter of rain could be heard and Brooklyn sighed, looking at her window and seeing water droplets through the crack in her curtains.

Brooklyn tensed as a low grumble was heard and there was a flash outside her window. She rolled over and buried her face in her pillow, covering her ears with her hands. "Please don't," she murmured, groaning when she heard another rumble.

Within minutes there was a full storm.

*

Brooklyn was tense and on edge as she got ready for school the next day. The storm had started an hour ago and she was wide awake, failing to sleep, since it began. She had gotten up early in hopes of distracting herself but nothing worked. She jumped and flinched at every crash of thunder.

"You're fine," Brooklyn told herself as she tied her hair up into a ponytail. "It can't hurt you. It can't do anything to do." She gasped when there was a loud bang. "I know it's not fine, but you've just got to pretend that it is."

Brooklyn took a deep breath and grabbed her bag, making her way downstairs where she found her dad sitting at the table. "Morning, B," he smiled.

"Good m-morning," Brooklyn said shakily, attempting to hide her uneasiness and fear.

"Are you nearly ready to go?" Her dad asked.

"Y-yeah," Brooklyn gulped, casting a look outside. The sky was dark and rain was pouring down.

"Are you going to have any breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," Brooklyn said, nervously shifting from one foot to another. "Can we go? Like now?"

"Of course," he nodded and Brooklyn hurried outside, squeezing her eyes shut and scrambling into her dads car. She turned the radio up in hopes to block out the noise of thunder.

Her dad got in the car shortly after, complaining about the weather and he started the engine, turning the heaters up and the radio down. Brooklyn gritted her teeth and tried not to focus on the storm.

"How did you sleep?" Her dad asked as he drove away. "You look tired."

"I slept like a baby," Brooklyn lied. She was nervously twiddling her fingers, only glancing up to look outside occasionally, quickly lowering her gaze and bracing herself when she saw a flash of lightening. She wanted to stay at home and hide from the world, block out the sound of thunder that brought back so many horrible memories, but she didn't want to have to spend time with her dad which is what she would have to do if she stayed at home.

He no longer felt like her father. He seemed like a man that she knew once, in an old life, and now he was a distant memory. Ever since her parents had shipped her off to this town it felt like they had discarded her as their daughter.