Brooklyn's POV

I woke up from a hungover of wine and salty potato chips. I was resting on Niall's shoulder. He was already awake. I looked up at him.
"Hi, you're awake!" Niall said.
"Yeah, here I am." I said with my tired voice. "I'm gonna go upstairs." I got off the couch and stretched my arms. I found myself wearing the same thing as yesterday.

No duh, I was drunk.

I opened the door to my bedroom and laid on my bed for a while, flipping through a magazine. I got my diary out and flipped through pages and pages of writing, I've been writing in it since we left, every day. I read an article about Niall, how sweet he was, it was mostly about his quiffed, blonde hair. You meet other people you know. Another one was Emma's time at the hospital, or how I imagined it. I flipped around and peeked out my window. I saw a figure flash out of my sight. He was hiding around the corner. I could see him with my own eyes. He came back and looked at me again, he was wearing shades and a black jacket, you couldn't tell who he was.

But eww, stalker. Imagine how long he's been watching me. I just noticed this so it couldn't of been long. But seriously, a pair of human eyes, watching me. It wasn't some hot teenager, or Harry. It was a man in his 50s, dark brown hair, almost 6 feet. Okay dude, stop.

I walked downstairs to confront Niall about it. He was our superniall.
"Niall..There's some guy looking in my window, and it's creepy. It's not Harry or anything.. It's weird. Can you talk to him..." I said. I'm such a baby.
"Sure, and how do you know Harry?" Niall said.
"How do you know Harry? Didn't I tell you about him?"
"Uh.. Long story.. I'll deal with that later. But for now, we shall go outside to deal with your problem." Niall took my hand and brought me outside. I didn't want to go. The guy was still looking in my window.
"Hey you !" Niall screamed. I got scared. The guy walked up to him. I got behind Niall and pulled up my purple cashmere sweater to my face, trying to hide myself.
"What." The man said. I didn't want to look at him. I was scared.

Niall's POV

"Hey you !" I screamed out to this "guy" Brooklyn was scared of. I wasn't afraid.
"What." He walked up to me. Brooklyn got behind me and closed her eyes, only to hear the voices around. He buffed himself up to make himself look strong.

That never works buddy. I'm taller than you.

"Why you sneaking up in my girls window?" I got defensive. Brooklyn and Emma, I cared for them in every single way possible. Brooklyn. She was my girlfriend too, nobody does that, ever.
"Well, first of all. That girl isn't supposed to have a guy like you. I forbid that. Especially a guy in a boy band. Go find another girl, don't you have like.. A million fans?" He said.
"Who are you?" I whispered loudly.
"Ryan, Ryan Hughes."
"Niall, you... Know me seeing that you know.."
"Everyone knows." I got cut off. I rolled my eyes. Emma and Brooklyn didn't know.
"Don't roll your eyes at me."

Shit. He noticed.

I looked at him straight in the eyes...Brooklyn snuck a little behind me... Then Ryan, out of the blue, slapped me in the face with his bare hand. The other one was in a leather glove, clumped up in a fist. Didn't want to do something that deserved that.
"S-sorry sir."
"Better be.." He muttered.
I rubbed my hand on the area. It was stinging so bad, it felt like a thousand bees stung my face. It took a minute for someone to talk again.
"So, Brooklyn your daughter?" I said. He leaned to look who was behind me.. Brooklyn (of course, she's been there the whole time.). He stuck my chin up and grabbed Brooklyn's arm quickly.
"Yeah." He said.
"NIALL!" Brooklyn said.

Brooklyn's POV

I was hid behind Niall the whole time, i found out a couple of things. He's part of a boy band? Would that mean that Harry is in this boy band too? Why would he forbid me and Niall, c'mon , we're cute.

Back to the moment.
"So, is Brooklyn your daughter?" Niall said. I give him creds 'cause he didn't necessarily know a lot. I saw my dads face look at mine. I closed my eyes again. Suddenly I felt an arm grip to mine.
"NIALL!" I said. My dad squeezed my arm tighter, not for protection wise.
"Niall, that's a nice name. I have to thank you, you gave me this one chance to bond with my daughter."
"Daughters." Niall cut him off. I smiled.
"I don't care about Emma! I already spent enough time with her, now I want to spend enough time with Brooklyn.." He went all up in Niall's face.
"He's gonna kill me!" I screamed.
"Please don't kill her.." Niall said sweetly. Maybe I did like Niall better.
"I'm not gonna kill her, like I said, Im going to bond with her." Niall raced up to him, he was gonna beat him up!
"Ah, ah, ah.. You don't wanna do that." He showed his leather fist. Niall backed away.
"Niall! You're stronger than that!" I said, trying to encourage him. He tried again. The fist came straight to his face.

"NIALL!"
"What did I tell you.. Oh pretty boy trusts his girl." Dad said. It didn't cause damage, a red mark stood out on his face. A tear shed, following the red lines on his cheeks.
"I think I should finish you..." Dad said to Niall, standing there trying to heal the sting.
"Dad.. No, please." I said.
"THIS IS YOUR SUFFERING BROOKLYN!" He screamed at me. "IM NOT DONE!"
"Sir, don't scream at her like th-" Niall fell to the ground. Dad had just kicked him a little above the balls, you could tell because Niall was grabbing there.
"NIALL!" I tried reaching for his hand or... Nothing. Dad was holding me too tight, I couldn't go anywhere.
"THIS IS HOW IT STARTS, ISN'T IT?" I cried to my own father. He wasn't my father anymore.
"AND IT ENDS WHEN YOU LOSE ALL HOPE." He screamed back at me.
"I'm never going to lose hope, I'm that strong.."
"You won't be for long." He showed me a piece of cloth, and shoved It in my mouth. I tried spitting it out, but he held on to it. I screamed and screamed for help but no answer. I kicked my legs in the air, trying to let go of him. He brought me to a black van, the one similar to the day we met Louis. And the day we came across the Man. My own father, Ryan, was the man.
"GET IN!" He said. My feet dragged off the grass as my body fell in the supposedly large trunk. I looked over at Niall, the image was getting blurrier.. all I knew was, that my superman wasn't there for me.

He shut the trunk, it was dark in there. I couldn't see anything, my eyes were getting really tired. This was the start of his plan, to torture me. The engine started and the wheels drove off, the smell of the gas mixed with the chloroform, my eyes shut.
"I was just going to sleep.." I thought to myself.

Emma's POV

I looked out my window the whole time, is that what I just saw?? I had to go outside, warn Niall and save Brooklyn before she gets hurt. Dad wasn't bonding with her, he was torturing her. Brooklyn told me all about in her diary. Her diary! The place for all her answers, I just had to look for it.

I searched her bedroom until I found it, in her pillow case. Classic. I carried it around, like I was Brooklyn.

No time.

I ran downstairs and opened the door outside, there was Niall, lying on the cold , hard ground.

Notes

A little CLIFFY there... Tell me what you think and what I should change.. Or not. I would not like silent readers, or silent contest enterers.. :D.

Here is what Brooklyn looked like while her dad was bringing her to the car ( She was screaming, had chloroform ): http://lessruth.deviantart.com/art/Pocket-full-of-chloroform-47761737.

Okai.. Peace! And be Artsy writers! ~ArtsyFartsyGurł