The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

He hits you, doesn't he?

I put my stuff down in Brooklyn's room and sat on the bed. I have to admit that it was a pretty big room.

Brooklyn sat next to me. He looked hard at me and asked me the weirdest question you could ask someone you just met.

"Do you love your boyfriend?" he asked.

I snapped a quick look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"It's a pretty simple question. I just wanted to know" he asked back.

How dare he. Of course I loved him. Well a bit anyway, I mean... Of course I do. It's as simple as that!

Brooklyn looked at me harder. His eyes were ones you could fall into, his smile made the room suddenly light up.

He moved closer.

"Of course I do" I quickly added.

He moved even closer.

"You know that I know he hits you right? The bruises on the back of your neck, and the red/black bruise on your thigh. He hits you doesn't he?" he asked.

I looked strangely at him.

I had only just met him, and he was already deep in my personal life?

"No he doesn't, he just get's a bit angry sometimes. He threw a rock and it hit me accidentally. No big deal, now could we talk about something else?!" I snapped back.

He stood up and grabbed his phone. He started to walk off...

"I'll be down stairs if you need anything, or wanna talk" he added.

I looked at him and smiled slightly. He was cute, and sweet.

He was right though. A couple weeks ago, my boyfriend had a meltdown. He went crazy. He hit me a couple times in the back of the neck and then threw a trophy at my leg. I've wanted to break up with him for ages, but I know that if I do, he might hit me. And I honestly don't think I can live in fear of him anymore.