A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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They passed through many doors, took many lefts and rights, went down into a underground floor to finally reach into the bus they were talking about.

I was kicking Antoine on his chest repeatedly, over and over to let me down. But it was no use, seemed to him like I was playing with him.

I tried to remove the tape trom my mouth by my tongue, but it wa too strong to be removed by it.

"You need company?" Neymar said standing at the door of the bus.

"I'm good" Antoine said.

"Alright, see ya tomorrow then. Good night" Neymar said closing the door behind him without hearing Antoine's response.

"Night" Antoine said under his breath.

I started to make sounds, squirming, jumping in my place, to get his attention to remove the tape, to know where am I, where am I going, why am I here, why didn't I do my job and hot locked instead.

"Jesus, chill down" he said having a seat next to me on the couch.

I calmed down a little, means we're alone here. Probably he won't hurt me, right?

I looked around, it wasn't a normal bus, more like a tour bus. Is that a thing in football?

It was all white and blue from the inside with bunch of number 7 posters on the wall, some fake plastic plants here and there. The driver's seat was isolated by a wall that had a door to it, next to the passenger seat along side it.

I looked back, there was a bed there damn. With a small kitchen counter that I had my back slid on at the moment, the couch was supporting the counter's back. And at the very last there was a closed white door, I'm taking a guess Bathroom.

I looked at him, he was looking at me. I flinched a bit.

"I'll ask questions you'll nod your head as a yes or no, deal?" He asked lighting a cigarette.

I shook my head yes.

"Will you scream if I removed the tape?" He inhaled the cigarette.

I shook a no.

"Liar. Tell the truth" he said leaving the smoke trail up.

I teared up.

I shook my head a yes.

"It's sound proof, scream as much as you like dear."

Held his hand up, and started to remove the tape slowly.

"We don't want any red marks to be on your face do we?" He asked removing the tape carefully " it's already half soaked with tears love, why you cryin'?" He asked looking up eyecontacting me.

We were too close, I can feel the heat of his cigarette that was in his mouth next to my chin.

When he fully removed the tape, I breathed out from my mouth. As I sight.

"Free huh." He asked inhaling another deep breath from the cigarette.

I looked at him not saying a word.

"We're heading in our next station, Germany." He said breathing the rich smoke.

I was trying to remove the tape from my hand, he saw me moving. Then he quickly gestured to remove them so I turned around for him to remove them.

Once my hands were free I rubbed them together healing the redness that was taking over them from the tape, then the quickly removed the tape from my legs.

He saw looking at me, he didn't do anything he just tossed the rest of the cigarette in the silver trash.

I looked around the bus, scanning it again but this time standing up. It looked bigger than what is seemed to be.

I felt him Shift in his place, I flinched quickly and turned around.

"Relax" he simply said standing up at the door way, leaning on it tying both of his hands.

"Where am I?" I asked with my husky-cry alike voice.

"In my tour bus " He said. "It's obvious, blue and white, number 7. My face literally on the wall there." He said pointing at the top of the bed then tying his hands back together.

I took a shaky breath trying not to cry again.

I went ahead, washed my face and my hands trying to relax again. Then sat on the bed.

"You sleep there, I'll pull the auto-driver, don't worry I'll be sleeping on the couch." He said then disappeared behind the door that had the driver's seat.

The place was cold, having that smoky smell mixed with fresh mint and cologne smell.

I shivered, I patted my face with the towel then removed my shoes and went on the corner of the bed sleeping with my blue hoodie and blue pijama.

I decided that it is better to sleep than think of all what happened- what will happen next.

I went under the white covers and layed my head on the white pillow. The moment that I layed my head on it the cologne splashed into my nose entering directly my lungs.

I hugged the extra sheet that had been scrambled next to the corner of the bed and burried my face in it and started crying again.

I heard the door locking, he was making sure I'll not escape. That made me cry even harder.

Click

"You'll have better sleep with the lights off won't you?" He asked in a low voice with a steady tone.

I didn't reply, but I felt his presence right at the  end of the corner that I was sleeping in.

"Hmm ?" He said.

"bonne nuit ma chérie" he said.

It's a bad thing that I don't understand what language he's speaking. And it's not the right time to ask for translation.

He stayed there, like he's watching me falling asleep, or crying. I didn't know if he does this cold treatment on purpose or not.

But I know that I really do not like it.