Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]

Chapter 2

♡Edited

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Time flew fast and school was finally over.

I took a deep breath and let it go while I was packing my stuff to get out of that hell.

I went straight to my locker to put the things I didn't need to take home.

Not too long after, I felt someone's hands on my back and soon, that person hit me against the wall.

I was so much in pain. My nose was bleeding.

I turned around and Madison was standing in front of me.

This bitch.

"Listen up, you hoe." She yelled. "Don't even try to flirt with Brooklyn because he's going to be mine soon. Just fuck with him one more damn time, and I'll fuck you the hell up!"

A few seconds later, she left me there, while I was crying my fucking eyeballs out and laying on the floor.

I decided to go to the park near the school. I needed some fresh air.

I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed to the park.

Tears were still falling down. I just sat on a bench all alone and started to sob.

"Why is it always me?" I said to myself. "I'm tired of everything. I don't want to have scars. Where did I ever go wrong?"

After a while, sobbing and crying like a 2 year old kid, I felt someone sitting right next to me.

I just had my face buried in my hands and I didn't even bother myself to see who was sitting next to me.

Soon, I was in somebody's strong arms.

I quickly looked up to see who it was with my bloodshot eyes.

Brooklyn. It was that Brooklyn guy.

I tried to control myself and stop crying.

"Why the hell was he comforting me?" I said to myself. "I mean... He doesn't even know me well."

There was a silence. Not awkward but beautiful.

I really didn't know what to say. Everything just seemed to be so weird.

"What's wrong?" He broke the silence.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked him with a low tone.

"I don't know... I just want to make sure if everything's fine."

"Why do you care?" I asked again as I wiped my tears away.

"Do you always ask a lot of questions?" He laughed and I nodded.

"I care because," he sighed. " I just don't like to see people sad." He gave a look at me with a beautiful smile. "Don't ask why."

"Nothing's wrong." I took a deep breath.

He narrowed his eyes and gave me that "really?" look.

"Liar." He said with his thick British accent.

"I'm not lying."

"You are! It's obvious!"

"Just..." I took a deep breath and I knew I was going to cry again. "A little bit sad, I guess."

I started to cry again. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I just wanted to cry and never stop.

"Hey..." He placed his arms around me. "Don't cry... Just feel friendly with me. I want to know what's going on."

"I'm tired. I'm tired of everything."

"Are you being bullied? Do they hurt you?" He whispered.

I slowly nodded. "I really feel like shit. I know they're right. I'm not worthy of life, I'm not pretty, I'm not skinny-" he caught me off.

"And I'm fucking pregnant." He rolled his eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I looked at him and I was so confused.

"I literally thought we were stating things that are impossible."

"You idiot." I laughed.

"Why? You're so wrong." He smiled.

We talked about our lives. He talked about how hard it was to be a Beckham.

He seemed to be so caring and, sweet? I guess?

He really didn't give a shit about being a Beckham.

It was also so strange... I mean, we had known each other for a few hours and I felt like I had known him my own life.

Fucking weird...