Find me

5.

He followed me.

I felt his presence at my tail every step I took.

I was agitated.

"Wait." He called out.

I weighed my options. I was kind of trapped because I didn't know how to get back. The only option I had was to walk if I wanted to avoid him and somehow find my way.

So, I stopped.

I didn't turn and he came up all the way to stand in front of me. I was breathing hard because I was angry and also anxious to get back.

"Sorry, okay? Give me a chance, please."

First, he wasn't sorry.
Second, chance? What the fuck?

"You know what? I might think about giving you a chance if you drop me home like a good person." I tried to manipulate him.

He just gave me snarky laugh.

"Comeon, let's go back inside. Don't be a sourpuss."

What???

"I wanna go home."

"Just a while more and then I won't hold you."

"You know, I'll just go back in and ask someone else to drop me home."

I turned and charged for the door but I was yanked away from it before I could blink. He didn't even give me time to balance myself and dragged me along the boundary of the building towards the back.

I knew I was in trouble.

His grip on my arm was painful. Painful enough to enrage me to a boiling level but I felt like crying out of helplessness at the same time.

Finally, he pushed me against the cold wall of the house. There was dim lighting in the back of the house.

Looked like a back garden.

"Didn't I just tell you to not talk to Marc and Rafinha?"

I never even mentioned their names.

"You're not my father." I spat back at him.

"Don't talk to me like that." His voice went up a notch and he was just inches away from me.

"Who do you think you are? Why are you doing this?"

"Well, I'm Neymar-

He closed in towards my lips.

My hands were trapped.

I couldn't breathe.

He came closer.

And closer.

"-- and I like to win."

His lips softly brushed against mine and lingered close for a second before going completely aggressive.

Push him away.

Do something.

Knee him.

Just as I was about to kick him, he shifted and pressed his whole body against mine. I was confined and didn't even have breathing space.

He wasn't letting me breathe at all.

Something paralysed me.

His lips were so, so soft even though they were creating havoc around mine. His eyelashes brushed against my skin. His body heat sheltered me from the cold.

But my mind fought against my body.

I struggled.

I pushed.

I shuffled around.

I fought and fought until I finally stilled against my captive and gave in out of helplessness.

Just about two seconds later, he withdrew his mouth an inch back.

I welcomed the fresh air.

He traced kisses along my cheek and jawline.

"Get away from me."

I managed to utter trying not to lose it.

My wrists had started burning against his palms. And I realized how cruel he was being just then.

"You don't like this?"

He kept tracing lighter kisses on my jawline.

"I said get your filthy mouth away from me."

He backed away a bit and gritted his teeth at me. No, he couldn't influence me with his charm.

And I could tell by the bitter taste on my tongue, he was slightly under the influence of alcohol.

He probably drank a lot of beer.

He just gritted his teeth in anger trying to compose it.

"You're hurting me." I said.

And for a fraction of a second, I saw a fear flicker in his eyes and he let go of my hands unfer a state of panic.

But he must have returned to his egoistic self the second I broke free.

I ran and ran.

To the front of the house.

Across the driveway.

Past his car.

Past the other cars parked across the road.

I didn't think anything through.

I just wanted to run fast and far. I didn't look back and I just kept moving, tracing the thick trees that were lining the side of the road.

Until one fine tree, I was again jerked to a halt. This time I hadn't anticipated it.

Again, I was face to face with him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

And with that, he pulled me along all the way back to his car that was hiding in the shadow of the night perfectly.

My panic rose to a level that I couldn't produce any voice.

He opened the door of the huge, black car and pushed me in relentlessly. I fell onto the hardcover of the backseat.

The next thing I heard was the slamming of the cardoor shut.

And a body hovering above me.

Until it pressed itself against me so brutally that all the air was knocked out of my lungs.

There was a hand on my mouth and another one going all over my body. I dug my nails into his back but it didn't seem to have any kind of effect.

Pain and lack of oxygen drove me mad.

Until I couldn't struggle anymore.

Until every last ounce of air was out of me.

Until the darkness inside the car darkened.

The last thing I felt was his hand going under my dress.

And thats it.

I was gone.

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