Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

Imagine 9

   "Neymar! Just shut up and listen, ok?" I yelled at him.

   Our little arguement has gone on and off for almost two hours now, and I'm just about fed up.

   I felt my anger at its highest peak and felt as though now was the time to let loose.

  "You want to know why I'm acting so weird?" I ask while exaggerating the weird.

  "Its YOU. You've got me acting this way. You know why?-" He tries to cut me off, but I quickly rebel.

   "Neymar cut me off again in this conversation and God so help me I will tear out my hair." I threaten.

   He shut right up. "I'm fed up with all of this. You have a girlfriend who walks around YOUR houseand treats me like dirt. Slaps, kicks to my stomach, and even punches, I take in, because I don't want to be the reason your relationship with her falls and so you don't get heartbroken. And what do I get back? NOTHING. NADA. You ignore me, and at times, act like I'm not there! But wanna know something? I am there, all the time. Especially at 12:30 AM every Friday night you sneak in thehousewhile Bruna is away with that Brasilian singer chick Anitta or whatever her name is! Why does it have to end like this Junior? We were amigo and amigas for 17 anos! I was with you before fame, before you changed for the cameras and media! What did I ever do to harm you?" A lump of sadness poured from my throat before I confessed one last thing. "Neymar..I..I..I lllove you." I weep.  My eyes start watering, and I just can't hold back anymore.

   The tears from all of the emotions I carried in my heavy heart are finally crashing down on my parade like rain.

   The anger, frustration, hurt, betrayal, every single last negative emotion.

    Neymar stood there emotionless as if I didn't just pour myself out to him, and I swear, my temper was so hot at his reaction, it could've burned that house.

   "You know what? Fuck this, fuck you, fuck her, fuck all of the girls you've had sex with this past year!" I scream turning and grabbing my few belongings from the guestroom bed and storming out of the mansion.

    I stomp past him, blinded by my rage. I've never been so mad in my life, and have no idea why I'm so angry over this whole thing.

   I shove the keys into my car and reverse right out of his driveway.

  

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Short one, I know. Workkng on another imagine right now, promise it'll be longer ❤