Find me

9.

It was an event. 

In Madrid. 

Some kind of award ceremony on a domestic level.

There were two matches at Camp Nou right before the event and the football teams of Valencia and Bilbao had arrived in Barcelona a day before the matches and all three teams were to leave simultaneously for Madrid from here. 

Camp Nou was given for trial matches and drills on a time basis to the teams. 

Six hours before the match between Valencia and Barcelona, it happened again.

It felt like a curse.

As if the demons were out to get me.

I was walking down the hall of Camp Nou in agony. Since they had arrived, a few players of Valencia had targetted me. At first, it was just comments but as the dark dawned, they started showcasing as if they had greater plans. I was scared but dismissed their actions because I had been used to this all my teen years. It hadn't taken long for me to realize that I was pretty enough to catch the boys' attention. Not the prettiest but pretty.

They started bothering me to a level I couldn't take. But I was helpless. They tried to talk indecent and even grab my hand when noone was looking. I was so fed up at one point that I started crying a little and stormed back towards the physio rooms from the ground. 

And I ran into him. Neymar.

I didn't stop.

Neither did he.

But for just a second our eyes had met and he saw me crying. And Thank goodness he did.

But before anyone knew, I was gone, fast and far from him.

Later in the evening, the evil guys caught up with me and I was backtracked inside the bathroom. They had absolutely no fear of anything or anybody. I don't know if they had followed me or whatever but they had found me walking in and were quick to trap me. 

My mistake was that I had gone up towards the VIP public washrooms when I should've just stayed where I had been. Secure. I was the only one there and so stupidly gave myself away as an easy target. When they had mentally tortured me enough, all except one, left. And he was the guy who wanted me just for him. 

I swear there is noone who could understand what my mental state was at the time. When the same thing that broke you in the first place is about to happen to you again and there is nothing you could do about it. 

I screamed as much as I could before he jammed a hand on my mouth. But I was able to put up a fight against him. He tried to get my clothes off. But I resisted him till I could.My heart was in my mouth and I knew I would pass out soon enough and the horror was paralysing me already.It was the same feeling. When the guy  had managed to tame my hands and legs somehow, he threw himself on me cutting off my air and his whole weight buried me.

And that moment, I gave up.

I gave up fighting altogether. I just wished to go unconscious before I could feel the pain. 

In another ragged heartbeat, all the weight was magically lifted off of me.

"SON OF A B*TCHH!"

I knew that voice. 

I didn't remember closing my eyes but when I opened them back up, I saw Neymar holding the guy by the shirt and hitting him.He threw him against another wall and punched his gut. The guy yelped in pain and there was blood on his face but he got up and ran for the door and out of it.

At the moment, I didn't know whether to be relieved or to be scared even more. But somewhere inside, I knew he wouldn't do it. He came upto me instantly and didn't touch me for a second. My breathing was yet to come back down. My blood was yet to cool. My tears were yet to stop falling.

I looked into his eyes. 

In another instant,he grabbed my arm and tugged for me to get up. I had to do as told. He pushed back down my displaced FCB sweatshirt and it brushed against a point of pain and i scrunched my eyes.

He noticed because he looked up for a second but then resumed restoring me back to how I was. He took me by the hand and led me out of there. I had stopped crying by then. I didn't know what to say or what to think even. I just struggled to match his pace as he led me down towards the Barcelona area where there were no outsiders.

On the way, he stopped suddenly. I looked up and found Gerri blocking Neymar.

"What happened? Why is she crying?" He asked pointing to me.

"Gerri, we need to report this." He replied.

"Her too?"

Neymar just nodded. "But I didn't let him hurt her." 

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I have't seen him much."

"Don't let her leave here."

"Yeah."

Gerri just touched my cheek affectionately and then left.

Soon, I was in the locker room. There was nobody there. Just him and me. 

"I wanna go home." I blurted out before he could leave me there.

He turned back and came upto me again. "You don't wanna go alone. Don't worry. Nobody will touch you now." He said and turned again.

"Don't leave me alone." I panicked. I never thought I'd be saying this to him.

"I'll be back in a minute." He said and left.

And then it all dawned on me. I wanted to cry more but I didn't. I just felt deeply irritated and annoyed by everything. He returned soon and brought me water.

"Listen, don't wander away like that. This almost always happens when we have rival teams staying. They target girls associated with our club. Especially ones like you. You're the third since yesterday and we're gonna get them penalized."

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