The soccer player (Neymar Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Neymar's POV

I slowly woke up and looked at the clock.
Great. One hour till practice, but I don't feel like going. My stomach was killing me and my head pounded. I roll out of bed and dig though my dresser. I grabbed just a plain orange shirt and black football shorts and slipped them on. I slowly walked out my bedroom and noticed something. I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up in my bed. I sigh and pick my phone up from the ground. No messages but I didn't care. I grabbed my car keys, slipped on some sandals and walked out the door. I can feel the dried up tears on my face as I reach the elevator doors.
I shouldn't go to practice, just turn around now. I press the elevator button "down." And I waited for it. I sigh as the doors open and I step inside. I press the button to level one and I lean on the railing.
I look up and see a mirror. I was a dump. My hair was completely a mess, my face was puffy from all the crying and my eyes made me look high.
The doors open and I step out and walk towards the front doors. As I open the doors, media swarmed around me and I covered my face as I walk towards my car.
"Neymar! Neymar!" They yell and I enter my car.
"Are you ready for the World Cup!" They ask. "Yes." I say and slam my car door. I turn the car on and drive off. I didn't care if I looked like a mess, it's just practice.

Lionel's POV

I stood in the locker room and go though my things. Everyone was taking about the World Cup and how exited and thankful their going. I sigh and place my bag into the cabinet above my locker. I look over and see Neymar slowly putting his cleats on. I look closer and see he was crying. I shake my head and walk past him.
"Lionel!" He says and I turn around and he stands up.
"How is she?"
"Why do you care?" I snap and his eyes widen.
"I care about her. Now, how is she."
"She's a mess, just like you. She isn't eating, drinking and she's breaking things." I say and he bites his lip.
"Thank you for telling me." He says and I turn back around and walk out the locker room. He doesn't really care about her, does he?
I shake my head and walk outside. I stretch my legs and see Neymar walk outside. He slowly walks over to the coaches and talks to them. I growl and look down at the ground. When I look back up, coach was patting him on the back and Neymar nodded. He walked towards the goal and did his stretches. I roll my eyes and tighten my cleats and walk over to the center of the field.

Jessica's POV

I sat at the edge of my bed staring out the window. My stomach growled and I laughed.
"Maybe if I starve myself like that girl liked like in the airport. He might want me back." I nod my head at my words and smile.
I look at my cast and frown.
"I get this off next week, right?" I talked to myself. I stand up and walk to my closet. I put my cleats on and walk out of my room. I left my ball outside when I went out there. I walk outside and kick the ball to the goal.
"Maybe, if I get better at football. Neymar might want me back." I laugh and kick the ball again to the goal. I laugh again and kick the ball into the left corner of the net. A tear fell from my eyes and rage filled inside of me. I grab the ball and throw it into the brushes. I fall to the ground crying, I need to stop crying. He's not worth it, but I loved him.
"Maybe if I kill myself! He would love me again." I stop crying and stare at the sky.
"I won't. He cheated on me. It's his lost." I say and stand up. "He's the bitch who tore my fucking heart out and fed it to whores." I say and laugh.
"He gonna pay for what he did." I say and stare at the net. "One day." I say and walk back into the house. I grab a warm water and walk back up stairs. I needed some one to talk to right now.
Tina, she's in Paris with her brother. I sigh and place the water on my bed. I dig though my closet and take out shorts and I t-shirt.
I needed a shower, because all this makeup needs to go. I slowly walk into the bathroom and close the door. I take off my clothes and turn the shower on.

Lionel's POV

After practice I walk into the locker room and see Neymar laying on the bench in tears.
"Hey." I say and he looks at me. He shakes his head and covers his face. "I can't take this pain anyone." He says and un covers his face. I felt bad for him, almost guilty.
"She can't take it either." I say and he shakes his head.
"You won't believe me, the girl that kissed me forced me to kiss her. She pulled me and she was strong." He pauses. "When she look at Jessica and I see her, my whole world broke. I lost everything." He says and I shake my head.
"Yeah, I don't believe you." I say and grab my bag and walk out of the locker room.
"Please Lionel! Get her to go to Brazil, I'll get her back!" He yells and I keep walking.
"Not this time, Neymar." I say and slam the doors open and shut.
He's not gonna break my little sister heart again. I knew he was trouble, I knew it. But I couldn't stop Jessica from falling into this trap. I wanted him out of her life, never see or talk to her again.

I arrive at the house and quickly walk inside. The lights were all shut off and not a sound to be heard.
"Jessica, I'm home." I say but no reply. I walk up the stairs and see Jessica's door close. I try to open it but it was locked. I look under the door and see a chair blocking it.
"Jessica! Open the door!" I yell and no answer. This is scaring the hell out of me, what if she killed herself.
I pound in the door and try to open it.
"Jessica!!" I yell and bust the door down.
Jessica, was in the corner of her room crying, and writing on her wall.
"Jessica." I say and she looks at me.
"Am I ugly? Is that why he didn't want me." She says. I shake my head and walk around all the broken glass on the floor.
"Your not. Your not even close to ugly." I say and sit next to her.
On her walk she wrote, "Neymar, I loved you but you didn't love me?" Over and over on the wall.
"Now, let's clean up and maybe get some pizza?" I ask and she nods her head.
"I do like pizza." She quietly says and I nod.
"I know you do."
For this, Neymar. I hate your guys because you turned my little sister into a insane lady that doesn't know what she's doing.
For that, your going to pay.

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No songs for this chapter that helped me right it but whatever.

About the Brazil vs Germany game: they tried okay? I love Brazil because they didn't give up, they tried their best and for that I love them even more.
I don't care if it was 7-1 or 100-10 I am a Brazil fan; unlike the fans in the stadium bc they started cheering for Germany. You ain't real fans if you do that -.-