Jule brand x f!r
Warnings: angst, abuse, pain, mental problems, talk about pressure in the profesional world and a lot of making up and a happy ending.
Not completly spell checked due to the time.
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Jule's pov
Everyone thought it was always so easy, being able to play for your national team and being one off the stars at your club.
The training that you needed to do to even get a spot on the team, then the fact that the comments described me as just not good enough, that i needed to perform better,
That i was too young for my now girlfriend of three years, y/n, that i was after her money, i was called a gold digging bitch, and that wasnt even the worst things i had been called.
Even with trainings, i had to be better, it did not matter how much i tried, how much i picked up extra training or gym sessions, i felt stupid, like my body was letting me down, like football was letting me down.
And the the worst part was that i could not tell y/n, i mean she has tried to tell me, but i could not, in fear of her thinking that i was an failure.
So instead of talking i began to drink, quite some alcohol,
And when i came home after having sobered up, i knew y/n could smell the drinks in my breath, by the way she winced every time i tried to lean in and kiss her,
And today she decided to confront me.
I was slightlt stumbeling due to the drinking and the fact that i didnt have enough time to sober up yet.
'Jule?' I see y/n standing in the door opening, she had dark cirkels under her eyes, her eyes were also very red, she had cried.
I gulp trying to get past her.
'Jule, Where have you been?' A tear falls down her face,
I avoid her eyes, knowing she already knew where i had been these past few hours.
'You have been avoiding my calls, you have been ignoring me and above all you are getting home more drunk then you have ever been before,' seeing the woman i loved so much cry i finnaly snapped.
I raise my hand despite every cell in my body screaming no, this wasnt me in control as this raised hand conects with her cheek.
'No, my love, i didnt,' sobs wreck through my body as i see y/n sitting on her knees, holding her cheek while being infront of me.
I tried to help her up but she flinches,
'I am so sorry, just the things that had been going on these few months, and i didnt want to you to see me as a failure, y/n i love you, ' i crie again.
'And i know that i am not completly sober but that isnt an excuse y/n please say something,' i keep looking her, trying to read her body language.
'I, i think i will stay at alex's house,' she mutters before standing up and walking to the bedroom, leaving me a sobbing wreck on the floor.
'My love?' I hear her mutter, i look up, seeing she had packed a bag filled with clothes.
'I need some time, but we can talk about it if you go and change the way you are coping right now.' I nod, sighing as i feel her lips planted on my cheeks.
Leaving me for, hopefully only now.
2 weeks later
I look at a smiling me in the mirror, after y/n had left i had started doing what she had asked off me.
