The Beckham Game (Brooklyn Beckham FanFic)

The Cell is waiting

"Mandy? Mandy!" Brooklyn whispered, harshly.

This is not how I wanted to start the morning.

"Piss off" I whispered back, and rolled over.

He shoved my side.

"You right there?" I yelled.

I opened my eyes and looked up to everyone staring at me.

Shit, that's so embarrassing!

Victoria was giggling.

"Uh... hi everyone" I said softly.

2 police officers, Victoria, David, Romeo, Cruz, Libby, Libby's mum and siblings and a detective.

I can't believe this.

"Ms Oslo, am I correct?" The detective stated.

"Yes..." I replied anxiously.

"You are under arrest for the planned kidnapping of Brooklyn Beckham. I am now going to read you your rights..." he started.

"WHAT? No! What?" I screamed.

Victoria's face went from giggling to serious, real quick.

Brooklyn grabbed me as one officer lifted me and put my hands behind my back.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law, you have the right to an attorney...." The detective started.

"Brooklyn! Help!" I screamed, crying.

"She didn't do anything!" he yelled.

Victoria ran up.

"She's only a child!" she yelled.

"And her mother is responsible for all this, we have reason to believe that Ms. Oslo was apart of the planned kidnapping of Mr. Beckham" the officer said.

"What the hell would I do that for? He's the guy I love!" I screamed.

David walked up to us, telling Romeo, Cruz and everyone else to stay back.

"Listen sir..." he started.

"There is no way that Mandy could be involved in such an idiotic thing. I know for a fact that she would never do that!" He told them sternly.

"Did you think her mother would do anything like this?" They all stood there silent.

"I didn't think so" The officer told them.

"Take her away" The detective yelled.

I grabbed Brooklyn's hand. With tears in his eyes, I saw all the hurt he was going through.

"I love you Brooklyn! And I always will! I didn't do it! Get better baby! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I screamed!

"I love you! I will help! I promise!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, my head was out the door.

—— 3 MONTHS LATER——

"You have a visitor, Ms Oslo"

"Mmkay" I yelled back.

I walked down the hall, slowly.

"Hey Mandy!" Liv yelled.

Liv was now a friend of mine in the jail. She was the only one that helped me through the first month or so. She was in the cell next to me. She was in that cell in place of someone else. Her so called 'boyfriend' set her up. He basically put her away for kidnapping and murder. But she didn't do it. She witnessed it, and told the police. But her ex-boyfriend, was a billionaire, so he told his story and blackmailed officers. She's pretty sure he slept with the judge and half the jury.

That's what I love about Liv, she gets straight to the point.

"Good luck, sweetie" she yelled. She was 2 years older than me. She protected me from other inmates. I don't know how I was put in here with murderers and shit, but I mean... it was Brooklyn Beckham who I apparently 'tried to kidnap'.

Brooklyn hasn't visited me once since it all happened.

I thought he loved me. Liv says all guys are jerks and should be gone from the world. Right now, I agree with her.

"Thanks luvvv" I yelled back. She smiled and went back on talking to another inmate.

I walked down the hall. I looked at one inmate. Mags. She was 19 years old. Yesterday she tried to beat me up. I grabbed her face and smashed it against the wall. She ended up being in the jail's medical room for 4 hours getting stitches. I must say, I have gotten a lot tougher in here. Liv says that to survive, you gotta be ruthless.

Mags looked at me and looked away. HA. She was scared of a 16 year old.

I kept walking until I reached the room where we sit if we have visitors.

I looked around as the officer guided me to a small table. Since what I did wasn't too bad, I was allowed to go into the lounge. The lounge is where you talk to your visitor in an open environment. Not like on those phones they say you use on TV.

To my dismay, Brooklyn was sitting there.

God he looked gorgeous. But he was an idiot.

I sat down and put my feet up.

"Beckham"

"Mandy... I"

"Why are you only deciding to visit now? Huh?" I asked him, sternly.

——BROOKLYN'S POV——

She looked so different. Her hair was shorter (picture at top or side, the picture is what her hair looks like, not her face. You will see her face in the next part :) )... and she looked so much stronger. She had a couple scars on her forehead.

Jail has changed her.

"I wasn't allowed to see you, Mandy!" I told her.

She looked at me and looked away in disgust.

"Sure. Keep going, bullshitter!" She added.

Why was she like this?

"I'm not bullshitting, god damn it! I wasn't allowed to come within 100 metres of you for 3 months. Then they have another trial!" I fired back.

She looked at me and put her hands on the table.

I looked at her hand. It was badly bruised and had cuts all over it. Not cuts... more like scratches or nail marks. It was all wrapped into a bandage.

"God Mandy... what happened to your hand?" I asked.

I was worried.

"Not much. A 19 year old tried to mess with me, so I smashed her head against the wall. Took 'em 13 stitches to get it all back looking normal" she laughed.

"You would never do that! Why are you acting like this? What has changed you?" I yelled louder.

"JAIL HAS CHANGED ME!" she yelled.

The whole lounge looked at us.

I moved closer and whispered to her.

"Well I know the Mandy I know is in there. This is all an act. You aren't like this" I told her.

"Well in here, Mr Perfect... you have to be ruthless to survive!" She got up, pushed in the chair. Not pushed, more like slammed. And walked out.

I need to get her out of here.

This isn't her.

This isn't Mandy.

This isn't the girl I love.