hope you enjoy! sorry if this chapter is a bit fast-paced. anyways i'm crossing my fingers that i can finish this by Sunday. that'll be probably the fastest i ever finished a book.
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Brooklyn’s POV
I worried about my dad. Ever since the questions that Sheriff asked me, I was not myself. My anger has gotten out of control. Sheriff was always coming over. All I did was hide in the living room or my bedroom. Mother was worrying too much. She came up to my room and sat down.
“Brook, are you okay? You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“It’s Dad,” I whispered.
“He’ll come back.”
“No he won’t.”
“Yes he will.”
“No he’s not! What part of that don’t you understand?” I screamed.
“Brook, calm down,” Mother said while getting up.
“I --- I’m sorry. I can’t get Dad off of my mind. It’s just like I want crush him when I see him.”
“You don’t want to do that,” Mom warned.
I stared at the picture on my night stand. It was a picture of my family at our grandparent’s house. The memory stung in my head. Sierra was only two and Danny was six. Tears stung in my eyes.
“Brook?” Mother asked.
“What?” I asked, sobbing.
Mom didn’t respond. She left the room and I was on my own. Then the sound of boots rang going up the stairs.
“Brooklyn, can I speak with you?” The voice deep and it was low.
“Sheriff Baskin?” I asked, still crying.
“Your mother is worried. Are you okay? She’s telling me some not so good things.”
“Like what?”
“You haven’t been eating and you’ve never come out of your room. Was it the questions?”
“Somewhat,” I replied. So many memories flooded in my mind. “I don’t need any help.”
“Brookie, I can help. Look, I’m sorry that those questions were so personal.”
There was a long moment of silence. I soon said one word. “Crush.”
“Brook?”
“Crush and kill him.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“My father! This is what he gets for betraying his family!”
“We don’t know if he betrayed your family.”
“Leave!” I yelled.
“Brook ---”
“Leave!” I screamed. I picked up a picture on threw it to the ground.
The glass shattered into a million pieces. Sheriff walked out of my room. I want to crush, burn, and kill my father.
Sheriff Baskin’s POV
I walked down the stairs.
“She is getting very violent. I think is from your father.”
“But, Thomas, never got angry.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said slowly.
There was a loud BANG! upstairs. Julie and I ran upstairs. I ran in and, Brooklyn was on the ground.
“Brook?” I asked. Her face was pale.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She’s having some sort of problem. I’m not sure what, though.”
Brooklyn moaned. She held her side in pain. Blood slowly oozed down onto the carpet. Julie got up and ran downstairs.
“Are you okay, Brook?”
She shook her head in reply. I picked her up and set her carefully on the bed. Julie ran back and asked me to look at, Brooklyn’s, wound. I did so. There was a piece of glass stuck in the wound along with a piece of wood. I grabbed the gauze wrap from, Julie, and wrapped it around her wound.
“Daddy,” Brooklyn moaned.
“Daddy isn’t here,” Julie replied.
“Crush,” was the last word before, Brooklyn, fell into a deep sleep.
