Unexpected

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"As much as I love the whole look you've got going, change because we are doing something fun," he says.

I groan and ask "Why?"

"Because I have strict orders from Katrina. Now move your sweet, little butt sweetheart and change," he says.

"Fine," I say since I know I'm not getting out of this. I walk to my room and open my closet. Since I have no idea what this so-called fun evening entailed, I decided on something simple. I pulled out dark wash jeans, brown combat boots, a grey sweater, and a cheetah print scarf. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and quickly touched up my makeup and put some red lipstick on. I walked out of my room and saw Beckham on the couch.

"Finally, God you took forever," he says pretending to be annoyed.

"I'm sure you take much longer getting ready pretty boy," I say.

"Haha very funny, now let's go," he says while rolling his eyes.

"How exactly are we going to get out of here? No cars are allowed in the school." I say to him.

"You'll find that the school kind of let's me do whatever I want," he says smugly.

"Why?" I ask.

"My parents donated a lot of money to the school and they are kind of important," he says tiredly.

"Who are they?" I ask.

"Well my grandmother has some political power in England," he says.

"Sounds nice," I say.

"Yea, nice." He scoffs.

We walk in comfortable silence to the car and we get in and he starts to drive.

"So tell me your story," he says, "We have a long drive and I'm sure this story is going to be long."

"No." I reply.

"Please, come on we have an hour drive ahead of us. I want to know what it was like growing up as a world famous soccer players daughter." He says honestly.

"Fine," I reply

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"You could say I lived a privileged life, but it never felt that way to me. I was raised by nannies and tutors. I never saw my parents, they were always traveling or something. My brothers were the only comfort I ever had. I loved them to death and so did my parents. My parents for some reason never really payed attention to me. While my brothers were at school, I was at home learning 9 different languages." I say.

"Are you being serious?" He asks.

"Yes, my parents hired 9 tutors to teach me every single day of the week. I had my own wing of our mansion. My parents never came to see me. I've only heard my dad say he loved me twice. They never showed signs of affection. I guess them hiring those tutors were their signs of affection." I reply. I look over at Beckham and his face just shows complete shock

"Wow. What languages can you speak?" He asks.

"French, Italian, Spanish, English, German, Russian, Greek, Portuguese, and Swedish." I reply.

"Whoa, no wonder your accent is so strange," he says with his eyes wide.

"Yea, I guess living in France and Italy and speaking all those languages made my accent become a blend." I say. "Anyway, my brothers would try to sneak me out and take me out to see where we lived and experience the real world. Those were the best times of my life. When I was younger they would mostly take me sight seeing, but as I got older they started to take me out to bars and clubs. They were fun and I loved to dance because I finally felt like I was free. The freedom didn't last, because eventually I had to go back home and deal with my parents." I say quietly.

"I don't understand," he says.

"Neither do I."

"So, you're four brothers basically raised you?" He asks.

I start to tell him what I usually tell people about my brothers, but I realize that I trust this boy. I don't know why, but I do and I feel like I owe him the truth. "Five. My five brothers raised me," I say quietly.

"Wait, you had five brothers? Why didn't you say him before?" He asks shocked.

"Because he died 2 years ago and it was all my fault."