Broken Without You

Chapter 11

The songs for this chapter are:
" National Anthem"- Lana Del Rey
" sugar we're going down"- fall out boy
It's a love story for the new age
For the six page
Want a quick sick rampage?
Wining and diving
Drinking and Diving
Excessive buying
Overdose and dying
On our drugs and our love
And our dreams and our rage
Blurring the lines between the real an the fake
Dark and lonely, I need somebody to hold me
He will do very well, I can tell, I can tell

After you dropped a dizzy and confused Neymar off at his house, you returned to your dorm to work on the project. Slipping on your headphones you managed to keep from thinking too much about certain people. Hearing a knock at the door, Jenny stood up to answer. "Oh, hello" she said. Turning around you saw none other than Rafinha in the doorway. "Rafinha" you said. "(Y/n) I'm getting some food, want anything?" Jenny asked. "No thank you, Jenny" you responded, looking at a sheepish Rafinha. She closed the door quietly, and Rafinha walked over to you. "I'm sorry" he started. "I shouldn't have put off our date" he murmured, reaching over to touch your face. You moved away. "What's wrong" he said, his eyebrows knitting together. "I think you know the answer to that" you respond coldly. "I don't understand" his face was blank. "Neymar told me something yesterday" you mumble. He looked at you expectantly. "He thinks you're doing drugs" you blurt out. You expect him to laugh out loud, to shake his head in disgust, or cuss out Neymar for making up stories. Instead, he nods once. "Oh my god," you say in disgust. "Let me explain" he cries out. "What could you possibly say to fix this?" You question, moving farther away from him. "It was that night of the party, I was in the locker rooms, and I over heard my coach say he would be cutting people from the team. I was feeling helpless, because, Jesus if I don't make it in soccer, I'm done. So that day at the party, when I saw you talking to Neymar, I thought he had taken that from me too." He stops to take a deep breath. "Brooke, she, she helped me find an escape that day, gave me some stuff." He trails off. " it was a one time thing but that's it, okay, I'm not an addict, I love football too much. I like you, too much to let you down like that." He adds. " I don't know what to say" you confess. "Tell me you'll give me another chance, to make it up to you." He pleads. "You lied to me Rafinha. That night Neymar practically tore me apart with words while you were in the kitchen smoking pot with some random chick" you recap. "I need some time" you say crossing your arms. "We need to take a break. You need to stay away from me while I think about this" your voice shakes. He looks at his feet. " I understand. But please, please don't let Neymar take advantage of my distance" he kills you with those kind and misunderstood brown eyes. Standing up he kisses the top of your head and walks out. As soon as he leaves you text Neymar:
" you were right" 
"About?"
"Everything"
"Meet me, tonight."
The walk to Neymar's apartment is cold, and you're glad you brought a sweater. He lives with another guy but he is out. "Bar tonight, tough day I guess" he says, motioning for you to sit on the couch. You sit, staring around at the small living room. Ney has managed to fit in a fooz ball table, somehow, amid all the clutter. "Play Fifa with me" he grins. You oblige, and after he has explained the controls, he is no longer "going easy" on you. He is Barcelona and you are Chelsea, the passes he makes always trump your clever but short plays. "You're good" he laughs. "Shut up" you command. You're losing by two points, but when he commits a dirty and intended foul, you make it in. "GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLL" you jump on the couch, giddily. "Calm down, messi" he snorts. "I pretty much am, did you see how I played you back there?" You tease. "Chill" he says clearly jealous of your balon d' or worthy skills. "There's pizza on the table but I'm too lazy to get up" he says. Rolling your eyes, you reheat it while he chooses a movie. You sit on the couch, handing him his piece of pizza. The pizza is delicious but you feel guilty, unable to remove Rafinhas sad face from your mind. "Yo, (y/n), whaddya think?" You hear Ney call out. "About what?" You reply. "Rango or Wall-E?" He asks. "Either" you answer distractedly. "Ok well I don't really like wall-E so we're watching Rango" he says popping in the DVD. "Excuse me, what's wrong with Wall-E" you say ready to fight him. "I thought you didn't care!" He exclaims. "Hmm alright alright, I don't." You chew on your pizza crust, giving him the death glare. He laughs and moves closer, laying his head on your shoulder. "Ney-" you start. "Shhh, don't make it awkward" he interrupts. The movie is spent like this, with him almost falling asleep and you unable to think about anything other than Rafinha and how hilarious the characters look in Rango. "Ney are you awake" you whisper. "Barely" he mumbles. "What should I do about Rafinha" you ask. "Dump him" he jokes. "Seriously, what if he's lying and actually has a problem" you say worriedly. " I don't think so" he disagrees. He sits up, throws his paper plate away and comes back. "If Rafinha said it was a one time thing, I believe him. He's not a liar" he declares. Nodding you head to the door. "This was fun" you smile at him. He hugs you ignoring your protests and you stop by the coffee shop to get some bagels for you and Jenny. Once you walk inside you instantly feel calmed by the indie music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You are just about to leave when you see Brooke and Rafinha standing very close together speaking in quiet voices. You attempt to sneak by but your name is called out when your order is ready and as you retrieve it, Rafinha is already making his way to you. You ignore him and head outside, fast-walking hoping he will take a hint. "(Y/n) wait!" Rafinha finally runs up and grabs your hand. Snatching it away you yell, "get back to Brooke." "(Y/n) I'm in big trouble. I need you to give me five minutes to explain and then you can leave, okay? For good if you want. But just hear me out." His brown kind eyes are dark and bloodshot, almost as if he's been crying. He launches into his explanation, about how Brooke fell for him, how she won't leave him alone and now is pinning the drug thing on him so he can't leave her. "She's saying that if I don't give her the money, she's going to have them kill me" he whispers, a tear trailing down his face. You reach over and hug him. He holds you tightly, giving shuddering breaths and shaking uncontrollably in your arms. "How much money does she want" you ask. "10 grand" he answers. "I don't have that kind of money, (y/n), I don't even have a job" he shakes his head. "What about your parents, you need to tell the police, Rafi, your life is in danger" you exclaim. "Hell no. My parents would kill me, and the police would cause a scandal that would end my soccer career for sure" he declines. "What are you going to do?" You ask fearfully. "I don't know" he admits, taking you in his arms again.