Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 15- Barely Standing

A/N will be posted at the of the chapter.

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An odd sensation overcame Neymar as he set foot inside Belle's house. Usually, as soon as he would be in viewing distance of the place, a smile would form on his face. Today though, it was different. No bachata playing throughout the jumping house, toys weren't sprawled across the floor, and the girls were no where to be found.

The house was dead silent except for the sudden noise of tiny click-clacking on the wood floor. He lifted his head slightly to see little Aspen walking to the living room. She stopped momentarily once her eyes met with Neymar's. "Hi." Her voice was above a whisper and she had no emotion in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Little One?"

"Momma's sick." The bluntness in her voice made Neymar slightly frightened.

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Belle's eyes fluttered open but the pain around her head was evident. With the pain killers and other medications that the physician put her on was not doing any justice what's so ever. In fact, it seemed to make Belle feel more sick than healthy. "No, why me?" She groaned out loud. She wasn't expecting anyone to hear her, so when she heard heavy footsteps, she jumped in her bed. Her daughter was in the living room with a possible killer/kidnapper. "Aspen." She tried calling, but failed miserably once another flash slapped the side of her head.

"Sorry, I'm not cute and adorable like she is." Neymar's smiling face popped through the doorway. His smile almost made Belle break into tears. She wished she could smile and be happy again, but as of now, she couldn't even frown.

"Aspen told me her mommy was sick. Is her mommy sick?"

She bit her lip and nodded her head softly. "Not the sick that she thinks." Belle didn't like the fact that she had to lie to her daughter, but at the moment, she wouldn't understand that her mommy had cancer. That her mommy might not be there for her 18th birthday, or to be at her wedding and see her children. That part killed her the most inside. Neymar's face dropped as he saw the tears that were daring to peek out of Belle's eyes.

Things may have changed, but one thing Neymar hated more was to see Belle cry. "Belle, Belle." He cooed. "Please, talk to me."

"I-I have cancer." She managed to choke out. The large lump grew in her throat again as a tall tale sign that tears were on the way. And indeed they were. Large salty tears flooded down Belle's cheeks and onto her bed spread. Neymar sat in front of her, silent with his mouth open. "I have cancer." she said it again.

"How? Why? What?" Neymar began mumbling out loud and soon, tears threatened to fall from his eyes as well.

 After a few moments of silence, Belle cleared her throat but it still managed to come out raspy. "They didn't say it for sure.." She swallowed hard. "but they say I show all the symptoms."

"What symptoms?"

"I have really bad headaches, my vision gets blurry every 3 minutes, and I have had 2 seizures in the passed 2 weeks."

Neymar stood baffled and stared at the woman in front of him. She didn't look sick at all; her face still held her perfectly bronzed color and her hair was still thick and long. She didn't lost weight at all. To him, if she could smile, even the fakest of smiles, no one would ever realize she had cancer. But her eyes. Her eyes held sadness, sick. That is the only tell.

His head shot up and looked back and fourth from the door and back to Belle. "Belle, does Aspen know?"

"Know her mother might die?" She scoffed and shook her head lightly. "That's something you tell your two year old daughter."