Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter twenty-eight

Cris' pov:

"What the fuck is this." I looked around of pictures of all of us. Emily, Leo, and myself. What the fuck is this? Leo and I were confused and just shocked at what was in front of us.
"Leo, there's another door." I said as I placed my hand on the knob. As I opened it, there was my everything.

"Emily!" I hurried towards her as she was tied up and crying. I untied her, and took off the tape of her mask. She was shaking and you could tell just from the marks of her skin that she was tortured. These mother fuckers are paying.
"Emily, are you okay ?" Leo said, as he picked her up.
"no." She replied looking down, as if looking up was a sin.

"Well, well, well, isn't it cris and Leo the super hero's?" Neymar said walking in with a gun in his hand. Koke, standing next to him.
"Why? What the fuck is your damn problem you stupid cunt." I said

"Well, Emily is the most precious thing right? Between you and Messi it's pretty much the thing you guys have in common. Messi, you've been great but you took my spotlight, I'm supposed to be the best, idiot." He said chuckling. He loaded the gun but it sounded off, as I held Emily close to my chest as she sniffled.

"And Cris, do you think impregnating my girlfriend was the best? You think I didn't know? Trust me, I touched her more then you think, and I could tell she was. She wasn't going to play me out, that baby problem was taken care of. She had a miscarriage, I wonder who caused it." He chuckled looking at Koke. "Emily, you can't just break up with me, and think you won't get what you deserve Princess." He said. That's when I got mad, I looked at Leo who was shocked and didn't know what to say. He was confused and was feeling many emotions, you could tell from his solid face.

"Well, Neymar why don't you just kill me?" I raised my voice, as I sat Emily back down on the chair.

"It's not simple Ronaldo, not that simple." He smirked.
I looked at him and realized that the gun he had was different. It seemed real because he had "loaded it" but I think it was just a B.B. gun. I mean it could be real, but this dumbass is stupid. It looked like the one My son had. He's so stupid. I took a risk, it was a 50/50 chance on whether I would die. I love this girl.

I looked at him and laughed. He looked at me with a confused face and I went straight to tackle him. Koke, was shocked as he was trying to help Neymar. Messi took the cue to carry Emily out down to the car. I had punches taken to the back, but they didn't hurt. I took the chance to punch Neymar as much as I could, the last punch was to his mouth and he fell unconscious. I looked at Koke, and came for him.
"You fucking bitch." I yelled as I punched his face, and kicked him. I had pure anger towards him, he caused a life. He took my child away from me. He took my Emily, my everything.

"the bitch here....is....you...." Neymar spit out blood. I punched him once more, and he was unconscious. I looked at koke who was afraid. He looked at me with a concerned face, he should be concerned. Stupid cunt.

"Now you, why? What the fuck have I ever done to you, koke?" I asked him as I cleaned off my fist.

"It's not what you did Ronaldo, it's what your wife, girlfriend , fucking Buddy whatever you want to refer to her as, she humiliated me and I don't appreciate that as she is a girl and I'm a guy. She can't do that." He scolded. I laughed.

"Well you dumbass you're going to be even more humiliated when I smack the shit out of you." I aimed towards him, but he back off and moved back. He pulled out a gun. It was a real one. What the fuck?

"Goodbye Cris, you said you miss your baby? Maybe you'll see him, or maybe you'll see me in hell in a few years." He said, as everything turned black, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Emily's pov:

I don't know what I did to deserve what happened. I don't know who I am anymore. I was tortured, raped, everything and I right now I can't do this anymore. Right now, I'd rather be dead then alive. The pain I've been through is so much, that I don't know if I'll ever recover. Cris was in there with the monsters, I don't want to think about what they're doing because worst case scenario he's dead.

Leo's POV

Emily, she's safe and I can't believe that she is. I thought she was dead. I called emergency services and Cris was still inside. As they arrived the policed barged into the home and searched the first floor. Emily was being checked with the paramedics.

All along I trusted my bestfriend but, he was a asshole who betrayed me. I can't believe it. He knows more then anyone, all my secrets and everything. He was like my brother and how did he become capable to-

"Oh my god cris!" I heard Emily scream as I saw a stretcher being pulled out with cristiano laying on it. Shot and I don't know if he's dead.

"Emily, please come on." I pulled her off him as he was unconscious. I think he is dead. She sobbed as we saw his blood. The paramedics put cris into the back of the ambulance and so did Emily, she had various injuries. I hope they cristiano is okay. But hope is a strong word.

As I was left behind Neymar came out in a stretcher. He was bruised.
"I hope you burn in bloody hell." I screamed.
"I love you bud." He said softly as he fell unconscious. They took him to a farther hospital to avoid conflict.

When I arrived to the hospital about thousands of people were outside chanting,
"Be strong Ronaldo." As I entered the crowded area it got hard to breathe as I kept my head low.

Cristiano headed to the Operating room where the best cardio Surgeon, Cristiana yang would operate.

I waited with Emily in the E.R as her wounds were getting treated.

"I can't have him die Leo, I can't -" her voice cracked as she cried. Her tears rolling down her face reaching her lip.

I was lost for words, I didn't know what to do.
Two hours after waiting with a crying Emily the surgeon came out.

"My name is Christina yang and I am Cristianos surgeon, if you guys would like I could take you to him." She said in a serious tone as she showed Emily and I the way.

We entered the room and there laid Ronaldo, his under eyes were dark.

"The bullet hit his aorta near the heart but I was able to fix it. He's right now still a little bit drugged but-" Her voice was cut off by loud beeping. She moved us to the wall and called for a crash cart. Cris was in cardiac arrest, as the nurses rushed into the room with a crash cart as the doctor was pushing his chest.

"Charge to 200!" She yelled.
"Clear!" She said as Cris' body jumped. Then the noise no one wants to hear, flatline.