Strings Attached // Neymar Jr. Ft Marc Barta

☓ Chapter Twenty Four

Third Person POV:
Marc ran as fast as he could.
"Camila Camila!" He screamed, fearing the worst. He has every reason to. At this moment Jose was taking out a bottle of rat poison. As he was about to pour the deadly liquid into Camila's i.v he heard Marc's voice.

He tried to pour it in the iv again but he was interrupted by the door busting open.

"STOP!" Marc yelled, breathing heavily.

"Take one step closer & this poison is going in her veins!"

Marc decided to feign surrender, but this was all part of his plan.
He had ran into a security guard who had stopped him from running to Camila's room. Marc explained to the guard what was going on.

Marc looks to the side and gives Jose the most chilling smirk ever.
"OK JUST DONT HURT HER!" He yells. At that cue, the security guard and two other police men burst into the room, guns raised.

"Drop the poison & get on the ground or get shot!" The police officer demands, shouting.

Jose stood there shocked. Hesitantly he lowers the poison. But he lifted it right back up, hoping he could still carry out his plan. The police were not falling for it.

One police man ran to move the i.v bag away from where the poison was about to be added. The other pulled the trigger in the direction of Jose, aiming perfectly at his abdomen.

He gasped looking down at his wound before he fell onto his knees. Everyone in the room knew he was a goner. But he was required medical attention, so the officer called for medical staff.

everyone was silently hoping he wouldn't make it.including Camila.

Camila had heard everything. Marc, the police, and the shot. She was so grateful she could cry, even if she couldn't. Then she thought, maybe if she tried hard enough... She could arise. So that's what she did, in the midst of all the chaos. First she tried moving her hands, a sense of satisfaction running through her. It was progress. No one noticed though as everyone was focused on a bleeding Jose. She the tried to open her eyes. She felt them twitch.

Alright one more time. She thought.
Trying as hard as she could, she felt light fill her vision. She gasped. She was finally awake. She even shed a tear. But what really made her burst at crying was the sight of the man who saved her life. The man she had loved since she was a child. Marc. He looked at her and immediately ran to her side.

"Camila" he whispers , closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads together.
He caresses he face with a Hand on her cheek. Embracing her warmth. This just made Camila sob cry harder. She loved him so much. She realized this while she was still in her coma. It made her reflect a lot. But this moment right her sealed the deal. She felt a sense of home as he held her face.

"Marc I'm so sorr-" she begins, wiping her tears.

"Shhhh. Let's not talk about that right now buttchin." He said softly, smirking alittle bit. She smiled at the name he would call her when they were younger.

She rolled her eyes
"I do not have a butt chin!"

"Yeah you do."

"No I don't." She whined

"Alright whatever Camila. I'll agree just this once cause I don't want you to go into a stress induced coma." He joked.

"Mr. Bartra, we need take you in for a testimony of what happened." The officer interrupts politely, standing by the door. By now the chaos had already diffused & Jose had already been wheeled away by medical staff.

Marc nods. Beginning to walk out. Not before turning to Camila and adding:

"You still have a butt chin."

A/N: there's the update :) hope it was worth the wait. THIS IS NOT THE END, but we're very near it. Probably two more chapters. Vote and comment for faster updates & thanks to those who already have. Love you guys! 😘