Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-2.1- Hurt Me, Love Me

"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer."

-Psalm 19:14

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I bust through the doors as if I'm trying to knock it down. I'm quite hysterical at the moment. Having been threatened at all, I needed to talk to Andrew. Asap. I didn't care if he hated me forever because he and I were on the verge of serious. Serious. Serious trouble.

The man running the tiny shop stares at me in terror, with my dishleved hair and busted lip. Not to mention my black dress that is torn when John--or whatever his name is--tossed me down like a rag doll. The blood had dried now but it spread all over as with a makeup brush.

"Do you have a phone señor?" My voice is cracking in the middle of ny words, hoarse from screaming. The balding man just opens and closes his mouth in shock.

"Miss, are you well?" He asks me in English with a thick accent. He speaks well.

But that's not the point!

"I'm fine--well no not really--grr!" I growled, tugging at my hair. "I need..." I turn away to cough, but I feel blood dribble down the side of my mouth. I have no choice but wipe it with my arm. Disgusted with myself, I take deep breaths. Trying not to burst out bawling.

"Should I call the police?" He asks me in English again, but I get angry with him.

I'm very rusty on my English, it didn't click right away. Right now I needed instant gratification.

"No! I'm fine." I tossed my hand back and forth as a way to dismiss him. "Can I buy this? Cause I have a n-niece who likes these." I grabbed turron jijona, some kind of nougat candy that Rebekah absolutely loved. Every time Andrew went away to Valencia, he would bring her this back. And he even had Valencia players bring it for him whenever they were playing Barça. Which is where we were. I didn't even know that they sold these--

Focus!

I snapped back to reality, but still kept my eyes glued to the candy. My eyes filling with tears. The man came by my side, with a sympathetic smile. My shoulders began to shudder, as I promised the little one that I'd visit her tonight.

But I had to leave.

I had to get to the airport.

I couldn't stay anymore.

Whether it'd be permanent or temporary, was up to me. Me. Of all people. The most impulsive person in the entirety of the world. Or maybe just Barcelona...

"Miss. It's on the house." He handed me another pack of turron jijona as I held them closely to my bodies, sucking in air as I sobbed.

"You're so nice."

I grabbed him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug as he reluctantly gave one back to me. That's what I needed at the moment. A hug.

And Andrew!

Just I began to calm down, the door jingled to signal somebody else walking in. I vainly attempted to look presentable, but once I turned around. I saw who I had been looking for, but not attempting to find.

Yet.

Lo and behold...the reason for one of my miseries tonight.

"Ana!" Elisabeth shouted in shock, while I had felt a special kind of fury run into my viens. A fury where it radiated out of my skin. "What happened to you?! We've been looking for you!"