Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 9

I sat at the table with John and Kimberlynn, listening carefully to what they had to say. I didn't get a lecture, instead they tried the best they could to calm me down and tell me what I should do.

"I think we're going to keep you here for a little bit. I don't trust your dad. In fact, I never did." Kimberlynn said, and John nodded his head and looked at me.

"Kimberlynn is right Bella. You're safer here than at your own home. We can go back tomorrow when your dad is at work, and gather the rest of your stuff." John said and fiddled with his glass of water.

I didn't want to live here, only because I'm scared. Scared because I feel as if I asked to live here. It is someone elses home that I almost invited myself in. They always told me I was welcomed anytime I wanted, but it was just the way I was. 

I nodded in agreement to the both of them. We stood up, and exchanged hugs.

"You'll be okay here kiddo." John mumbled.

"Thank you guys so much." I replied and they both smiled. "Well Bella, it's getting late. You should get a good res.t" Kimberlynn said, and rubbed my back as I nodded.

I made my way up the stairs, then entered the spare bedroom. My bag was already in her, as I started to unzip it and slip into more comfy clothing, seeing I was still in Neymar's jersey and the shorts.

I climbed into bed, and checked my phone. I had a missed call from Neymar. I dialed back his number and his voice shortly came up on the other end.

"Bella. John told me what happened, are you okay?" I smiled slightly.

"Yeah Neymar, I'm okay." I heard him sigh.

"Well I'm coming by to see you tomorrow." I smiled. Neymar somehow managed to put a smile on my face when I wasn't feeling it. "Sounds good to me."

I snuggled into the blankets, and a thick scent of fresh flowers came through.

"I'll let John know that I'll take you to get your stuff okay?" I shut my eyes and turned off the side table light.

"Okay Neymar. You don't have to though."

"Bella I want to. I miss you already." I laughed.

"I miss you too Neymar. I'll text you when I get up though, I'm about to fall asleep on you." Neymar chuckled.

We exchanged goodbyes, then the call ended. I couldn't believe how much has happened in just a short period of time. From me meeting the celebrity I have always wanted to meet: to me nearly moving out of a hell zone.

I thought long and hard about what might happen next. How long will I even stay with John and Kimberlynn? The last thing is remember is picturing my night over with Neymar, before I fell asleep.

--

I woke up to the light sound of talking downstairs. I groaned, and turned to the side as I flickered on my phone. It was just 9:48.

I rubbed my eyes, and threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I trailed over to the mirror just above the dresser. I looked like a mess. The bruise from my dad was now a lot bigger than it was. It was fairly noticeable too. Great.

I brushed back my long, knotted hair into a ponytail before making my way downstairs. I was greeted by John and Kimberlynn.

"Morning sunshine" Kimberlynn said, and took a sip of her coffee. John peeked over the ledge from the kitchen, and his eyes went wide-eyed. He dropped the spatula and came over to me. John glanced at my bruise and traced his finger over it. I winced in pain, and he immediately pulled back.