The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

Please Wake Up

- A lot of Swearing in this chapter. Sorry :) Just letting you know.

Brooklyn fell.

His head hitting the ground.

Blood on the cement.

My mouth dropped in slow motion like you see in the movies.

"BROOKLYN! SHIT BROOKLYN PLEASE!" I yelled.

I started to rock his body back and forth trying to wake him up.

His eyes opened and closed frequently.

His scared, big, brown eyes.

A group of people gathered around trying to help.

Someone was on the phone to the Police and the Ambulance

I looked at him, trying to keep him awake.

This reminded me of something... the accident.

I remember now. I was like Brooklyn, I was in his position.

"Brooklyn please! Stay awake, I love you! You have to stay awake baby!" I cried.

I looked at the blood soaking into his shirt. I put my hand on his stomach where the bullet had hit him.

He opened his eyes again. His eyelids, flickering.

"Mandy?" he asked slowly.

"Yes, yes Brooklyn! I'm here!" I comforted him.

"I love you-u. Don't let t-that dickhead of a b-b-oyfriend hit you" he repeated.

"Oh god. I love you so much. Stay awake. You can protect me" I told him.

I could hear the ambulance.

"Stay with me, Brooklyn! Please. Keep talking or looking at me" I cried to him.

The Paramedics arrived and someone pulled me away from Brooklyn.

I cried out to him constantly.

I watched his lifeless body lay there. People he didn't know, work on him.

I grabbed my phone, hands trembling.

I rang Victoria.

V: Hello? Mandy, are you okay?

M: Victoria! Brooklyn has been shot or something. I don't know. I can't breathe! The Paramedics are working on him and a white van shot him...

V: Wait what? Slow down! What happened?

M: BROOKLYN'S BEEN SHOT!

V: Oh my god!

I heard her scream to David and hang up.

Tears were pouring down my face.

I couldn't breathe.

They got a stretcher and hoisted him up. Putting him in the back of the Ambulance. Signalling for me to get in with him.

I ran to the Ambulance and sat next to Brooklyn.

I grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

The paramedics still were working on him.

I moved closer and whispered in his ear.

"Keep fighting. I need you. I don't want to get hit by that dickhead back home. I don't want to deal with what happened last night by myself. I need you, and I always will" I told him.