Little Miss Tease~ N.J.

Parte 16

"N-No! I'm quite alright, thank you." i say shooting up starting to back away.

"Oh alright then." he says staying still.

I decide to quickly turn around and go to the next bus stop but as i take a few steps i watch as he follows me.

"Hey what are you doing!?" I shout at him.

"I'm just gonna make sure you get there safely."

"I think i can manage fine!" I say continuing to walk.

I gradually try to speed up but he is resistant on my trail.

"Go away! Please!" i start still walking.

This man leaves me no choice.

I pull out my phone and dial the forbidden number.
*Brr Brr*

*Brr Brr*

*Brr Br*-

"Neymar please help!"

"What? What's happening!?"

"Some guy is following me."

"Who are you talking to? Are you *HIC* cheating on me already babe?!" he shout in a sad voice.

He lunges toward me grabbing my arm. I let out a terrified scream and drop my phone on the ground. luckily it was dirt so it didn't break.

"Y/N!?"

"Stop! Get off me! Ah!" I still scream as he pulls me into an embrace.

"Y/n stay there im coming for you!"

"Sir! Please release me! Neymar I'm scared!" i said frozen in fear

"Look left." he says down the phone.

And as i do so, a shining Royce is illuminated in the darkness, headlights full brightness. The car pulls up and my one shining star steps out the drivers seat.

The man clap his mouth probably tasting just his alcohol.

Neymar walks to him and grabs his arm.

"W-what *HIC* are you doing!? Leave us alone *HIC*!"

"Get in the car." He says to me sternly, not even looking at me.

I began to shift from the man's grasp but he still hangs onto me.

"Sir can you-" I begin but suddenly Neymar's knee is in the strangers stomach.

"Go." He says again to me as the man's hands release me and cowl over himself.

I quickly head toward the car and open the door sitting in the drivers seat then slam it closed. My heart was racing but smelling scent of him in the car calmed me.

Everything was muffled in here.

The man seemed confused but angry at the same time. Neymar threw him to the ground then got down to his level. They seemed to have a short conversation before Neymar gripped his collar and violently smashed in the man's face repeatedly. The man threw up his hands signalling defeat but Neymar had no remorse. Blood leaked down the side of his face and I turned away in sorrow but I couldn't handle the excruciating noises and whimpers of the poor man. I got out the car rushing toward him. I enfold around him, pulling them apart.

"Enough! That's enough Neymar!" I say trying to hold myself together, getting a closer look of the male on the floor.

"Are you ok?" He turns to me holding my face in his bloody hand.