Chapter 32

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"Mom, Dad, Sofia," I said, surprised to see them walk in.

"I'm going to let you have some time," Gavi said, getting up to leave.

"No, Gavi, stay, please!" I pleaded, needing his support.

"Sweetie, how are you feeling?" my mom asked, her voice laced with concern. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, especially when I thought about how Ferran had called with the news.

"Mom, I'm fine. The boys have been taking great care of me, especially Gavi. He flew all the way out to get me," I said, trying to push away the emotions.

"Why? I sent Justin," Sofia chimed in, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, why did you do that?" I asked, my annoyance bubbling to the surface.

"Because you need to get back with him," she insisted, her tone firm.

"No, I don't! I have feelings for someone else, but he ruined everything! He kissed me, and I didn't want him to!" My voice rose, frustration pouring out.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you playing fútbol! It's a dangerous sport! Look at your friend here, out for the whole season, and now you are too!" Dad's voice was harsh, and it stung.

"Well, leave Gavi out of this! I'm 21! You have no say in my life! You don't understand what I'm going through!" I shot back, feeling the heat of anger rise in my chest. "You act like none of this matters to you. I could have died! Why can't you care about that?"

Gavi looked at me, concern etched on his face, and I could see that he wanted to say something but held back.

"Just leave, Mom! You can stay if you want, but I want everyone else to go!" I said, my voice breaking. I needed space, but I also needed support. "Gavi, please, stay with me."

"Camila, I—" Mom began, but I interrupted her.

"Just let me breathe! I need to figure this out, and I need you to understand that I'm scared. Gavi is the only one who really cares about me right now."

Mom exchanged a glance with Dad, who looked frustrated but finally nodded. "Fine," he said, his voice low. "We'll give you some time."

As they left the room, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. I turned to Gavi, who was still there, and took a deep breath. "Thank you for staying," I said softly.

"Always," he replied, sitting down beside me.

"Here, get in," Pablo said, holding the door open for me.

"Thanks! I can't wait to be home," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

Gavi nodded, a serious expression on his face. "He told us what happened with your parents. Are you okay?"

"Honestly? I can't deal with them fighting all the time. It's like they don't even care about me. I almost died, and all they can do is argue." I looked down, the weight of everything pressing on me. "Coach wants me to go to Paris to work with this amazing doctor who can get me back stronger than before."

"For how long?" Fermin asked, concern etched on his face.

"Just five months. I'll be back before the start of next season. Anyway, you guys will be heading to the national team by then," I said, trying to sound upbeat.

"When do you leave?" Ferran asked, leaning forward.

"Next week," I replied, glancing at each of them.

"That's so soon," Joao said, his brows furrowed. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I don't have much choice," I admitted. "But I know it's for the best."

Once we got home, the boys welcomed me with dinner, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie that made me feel a little lighter. I noticed Pedri wasn't there; he was with his family for the week, which made me miss him even more.

As I sat down at the table, the boys gathered around. "So, what's the plan?" Gavi asked, looking at me expectantly.

I took a deep breath. "I told you about going to Paris, but I also want to make sure I stay connected with all of you while I'm gone. I can't just disappear."

"Of course! We'll FaceTime every day," Joao chimed in enthusiastically. "I'll set up a daily call. We can keep you updated on everything."

"And we'll all come visit during the summer break," Fermin added. "You won't be alone over there. We'll make it fun."

"Yeah, we'll bring you the best food from home," Ferran said, grinning. "And maybe some of pedri's mom's famous paella."

"Just don't burn it like last time!" Gavi teased, nudging Ferran.

"Hey, that was one time!" Ferran protested, laughing.

I smiled at their banter, feeling grateful for their support. "You guys really mean a lot to me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Just focus on getting better," Pablo said, his expression sincere. "We'll handle everything here. You just need to come back stronger."

"I promise I will," I said, a renewed sense of determination filling me. "And I'll keep you all updated on how things are going in Paris."

As the conversation flowed, I felt more at ease, surrounded by my friends who genuinely cared. They were my family, and together we'd face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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