A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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"yes-yes . She's with me." He assured them on the phone.

Antoine was standing at the corner of the rooftop in what is seemed like a 70 ft tall in the sky.

I was standing At the edge of the building looking down at the street that was full of people and cars, they all looked like dots and points from here.

Took a look at Antoine then back to the edge, I took a step back. This time my feet was stepping on nothing but air.

"Do not!" He said taking a step closer to me hanging up the phone.

"Won't that be easier for you?" I said faking a laugh letting the wind blow my hair in my face, looking back down.

"Angelina." He said on a mad tone.

I teared up. I wanted to cry so badly. But I don't want him to see me.

"Don't fucking think of taking a step backwards." He walked towards me.

"Please don't!" I begged him to stay away.

"I don't want to die" I started crying.

"What do you want then? "He asked coming closer, he was almost ready to catch me.

"I- " I couldn't finish my sentence. I heard a scream, a scream that came from a heart.

I felt a breeze of air pulling me down, very fast. I didn't even remember what I saw, maybe I saw nothing?

But I remember having the feeling in my stomach when you fall from a high place.

I woke up, all sweaty, feeling hot, hair stuck in my neck mixed with sweat, blurry vision and a headache.

I took a deep breath only to smell his cologne. I looked at the white sheets I was burried in to recall all what happened.

I stood up walking toward him, I saw him on the couch laying down. The only light to see was the light coming from his phone that surrounded his face that looked angry.

"Had good sleep?" He asked motioning me to sit on the chair next to him.

"Uh uh." I said rubbing my eyes then yawning.

"Gotcha good news" he said sitting.

"What is it?" I said in a husky voice.

"The media thinks that we fucked." He casually said.

"What!" I stood up quickly.

"Someone took the records of me walking with you on my shoulder to the bus" he showed me the video.

I looked at the video snd felt my soul leaving my body.

"But- Neymar was with you!" I put a hand on my head returning the phone.

"Threesome?" He said closing the phone putting it on his lap.

"What? No!" I screamed.

"Neymar left us in the bus alone love. " He stood up.

"Delete the video." I said.

"Not that easy."

"It's your fault Antoine."

"Go back to sleep. "

"Fix the issue."

"Angelina, Go. To. Sleep."

"Antoine, I. Ain't. Gonna. Sleep."

"I'll figure it out"

"No you won't! How? By killing someone? By daggering a knife to their souls? No." I said in an uneven tone.

"Angel. Sleep." He warned.

" Fucking Antoine! Fix the problem that you caused!" I screamed at his face.

I started to feel dizzy, what would the people think? I'm a whore that he fucks when he wants under the name of reporter ?

No- not happening.

"I'll" he said taking a step closer to me.

My head was getting really heavy, I was seeing flashes now.

"You and your fucking psg team! " I screamed hitting his chest. He quickly held both of my hands firmly.

"Let me out of this mafia of yours, I don't want to be part of it!" My breath was starting to cut of.

He noticed it.

"Alright, come and sit here" he tried to calm me down a bit.

"Get your bloody hands- off of m-" I couldn't handle my breath controlling anymore.

"Antoine- I can't- " I said to him feeling my knees numming I needed to take a seat but I had no intention to move.

"I know, relax. Take a breath- steady breathes Angel." He repeated over and over until I couldn't breathe anymore and started to zone out.

My legs aren't doing their job, I fell on the ground but he held me up.

"Let go- of- " I pushed his hand off of me.

He was dominating over me. No use to try.

"Angelina! I'm not a baby sitter!" He said carrying me to the bed.

Once he was laying me on the bed, he hovered over me, he was fixing my body to feel comfortable.

I was slowly drifting off to sleep, as my breath was getting harder for me to inhale.

I closed my eyes a bit feeling my body all relaxed but my breath isn't.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk- wake up" he held my face firmly.

"I wanna- sleep" I said opening my eyes to see him on top of me, his hair was dangling down, I saw strips of it. But it was too dark to see his face and describe it.

" Take steady breath!" He said.

I felt my breath getting better, but still now as how usually I breath.

I followed his instructions, 'breath from you nose, let go from your mouth- do it over and Over'

After about couple of minutes, I felt better. But I was too tired to even look up at him or open my eyes.

I wanted to sleep.

"Antoine? "

" Hmm?" I heard his voice humming from next to me.

He's no longer facing me.

I was laying on my back facing the roof of the bus.

"Amma sleep" I half hummed.

"As if you're not sleeping already moi amore."

"Hmm"