Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-2.0- Choking, Cheaters, and Climaxes

"Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God;
For I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God."

-Psalm 43:5.

            /Andrew's POV/

   "Yo Andrew, are you okay?" My friend Tòmas asked me as he messed around with some of our other friends. "Your hand's shaking." He pointed out, and I hid it behind my back with a blank expression. Too bad Elisabeth happened to be sitting at my side, running her hands through my mop of hair.

"Maybe if you took a quick drag, maybe you'd be okay? Relax a little." She whispered into my ear, and I shook my head.

I hadn't smoked in almost two years, no drinking for almost a year. Not when I had a baby girl, would not could not.

I'll admit that ever since Ana left, I was in a bit of a funk. I mean, I had no idea she was going to move in with her stupid boyfriend. So I texted Leo earlier that day calling off our little investigation, he sounded relieved in the reply but a little dissapointed. It was no use getting through to this girl, believe me, everybody has tried. Even our pai, but I wouldn't expect him to get to her, she hates him. As far as I know.

"I'm fine...I just get like this sometimes." Lately. Tremors, cold sweats, dry mouth...the whole 9.

"Awww, you miss the little one?" Miko, childhood friend, asked as he took a swing of a beer that looked pretty tempting. I licked my lips and I nodded. "Just go pick her up. I'm sure Melody's gotten her hands full with her and new boytoy." Miko rolled his eyes, and I lay my head into Elisa's lap.

"Don't remind me." I groaned.

Not that I'm jealous or anything, but Melody met some dude at a fashion thing. They hit it off and they're possibly going out. Name is Victór. I didn't meet him though, and Melody knew that I'd have to approve of this guy around my--our daughter. Just like she approved of Elisabeth.

She didn't know the half of it though.

"Why are we focusing on baby mama?" Elisa's cynical cackle rang through my game room. "Let's talk about that match again Real soon." She hovered above my face, and stared into my eyes. My eyes veered off to the screen where Miko was watching a preview for a new novela. It looked pretty good, I ain't gonna lie. Elisabeth peppered my face with kisses, and I paid her no mind.

She deserves better than me anyway, somebody who isn't so career obsessed. Who isn't obsessed with beating arch rivals, and isn't still down in the dumps about Marc leaving to Borussia Dortmund. Just when I make close friends, they all leave. Everybody leaves...

Is it me?

Even though I was the 'chosen' one amongst Katilina and Alana, my pai would leave me alone in the house every chance he'd get. My ex step mother would go to expensive dinners, go shopping, and with her boyfriend who'd come week days from 8:40am-5pm while my pai would be off with his girlfriend from 4pm-7pm after a day of business. The maids and the cooks would only stay around after hours for so long.

Even when I would see pai and step mom, it would be for fùtbol and nothing else. I was taught not to smile, or to cry, and laughing was barely tolerated. Let's just say that my pai was not the affectionate kind, and I hate him for the fact that I can't show my love to my daughter and girlfriend the way I would like to. Or to anybody.

"Andrew."

I hate that be fed me lies about my mãe to push a narrative that only he loved me in this world. I hate that since I've been here, the only time he's called me was for an embarrassment--