The soccer player (Neymar Fanfiction)

Chapter 50

Omggggg!!! 50 chapters already?!?! Omggg I'm shocked I wrote this much! Wow.

Chapter 50

Lionel's POV

The room was dark, the only light was a candle next to me.
"Where am I?" I ask and a shadow moves. The girl I saw last night walked out of the dark and smiled.
"Good evening." She says and smirks at me.
"Just let me go!" I yell and she rolls her eyes.
"Jessica is gonna have to save you. When she comes, she's gonna regret everything. But, if Neymar comes. That's good too." She said and smiled.
"Why do you want to do this to us?"
"Neymar left me. I didn't do anything to him but he said I cheated on him, which I didn't. We were suppose to live happily ever after, not Jessica."
"You cheated on my team mate." A voice says and Neymar laughs. I don't wanna know how he found us so fast, but I was kinda glad he did.
"Cristiano!!!" Ansley yells but Neymar laughs.
"Got some friends to tie him up." Ashley's jaw drops and her hand slowly goes down to her pocket, and she had a knife.
"Listen here!" She places the knife on my throat and the cold metal slowly hitting my skin. "You leave Jessica for me. Jessica isn't who you think she is!" Neymar looks at me and I tried to shake my head but the knife was there.
"O-okay. I will." He says and looks at the ground. My eyes widen and he looks back at me, he winks and Ashley turns to face him.
"Now." She says and slowly removes the knife. Neymar hits the knife out of her hand and she gasp as he picks it up and stabs her in the arm. She falls to the ground, trying to get the knife out.
"Self defense!" He yells and starts to untie me.
"Thank you." I say and he nods.
"Why me? Out of all people." I say and he shrugs and untied my leg.
"We called the cops, so they should be here soon!" Neymar says and we exit the room, leaving Ashley on the ground in her own blood.
I finally see the light and I look down to see Cristiano, tied up and blood running from his nose.
"For a second, I actually trusted you." I say and he closes his eyes and shakes his head. I sigh and step over him, and kicked him in his side on "accident".
"The cops are here." One of the guys Neymar brought here said. He was large and a lot of muscle.
"Thanks hulk." Neymar says and I nod. I look at my hands and they bled from being tied up. I bite my lip and look back up.

Jessica's POV

Was Lionel okay? What were they doing to him? I really hope Neymar finds him soon. I pace around in my room and sat down. I sigh and pick up my phone.
"Hello?" Neymar answers.
"Hey, is-"
"Wait! There's some one who wants to talk to you." Neymar cuts me off.
"Okay."
I hear the phone being handed off and I sigh.
"Hey Jessica."
"Lionel?! Oh my god! Are you okay?!" I say and he chuckles.
"I'm fine. But you don't have to worry about Ashley any time soon." He says and I let out a breath.
"Good." I say and lay down on my bed.
"I'm actually glad your home right now, what if she came after you?"
"I rather not think about that." I say.
I hear the phone move again and I roll my eyes, I don't know what their doing.
"Well, we miss you! Well I know I do! But I loveeee youuu." Neymar says and I smile.
"I love you too Neymar."
"Aye, skype me? I'll be home in a hour." He says and the line goes dead. I sigh and put my phone down. I quickly make my way downstairs and jump in the computer chair. I spin in it and laugh. I turn the computer on and go on my twitter first.
I haven't tweeted in a while so, I will later. I scroll down my feed and look at the clock. I sigh and spin in the chair again.

Neymar's POV

I turn the car and stop right in front of Lionel's hotel.
"Thanks for the ride." He says and I nod. He nods and gets out of the car. I felt really bad for him, I guess he needs time alone right now. He told me that his team mates wanted him to go to a party, which he didn't want too. And he ran into Ashley, and he was knocked out by Cristiano, douche bag.

I finally get home and throw my keys on the sofa and grab my lab top. I turn it on and flop onto my bed. I click on Skype and see Jessica online.
"Heyyyy." I say and she bites her lip.
"Hey."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too Neymar."
"So what's the status on the team?"
Her face lights up and she smiles.
"I'm on the team. I get my jersey soon." She wiggles in her chair and looks down then back at the camera.
"Do you know what number?"
"I don't know, I want four. I don't know why. Or eight." She sighs and plays with the chair arm.
"I'm so proud of you." I say and she blushes.
"I know."
"Lionel is too. We were talking about it in the car. He wanted you to get the same number as him." I laugh and she shakes her head.
"That's not gonna happen."
"Hey! You don't know."
"I told them I didn't want ten. And they knew why." She laughs and I pout.
"You know you want to be ten."
"Shut up."
"So you do!"
"No."
I roll my eyes and close my eyes. She was on my mind everyday. Twenty four hours in a seven day time frame. She was all I thought about. Yes, I have a game against Mexico tomorrow, but she is the reason I'm going to help the team win. And for the country but still.
She is my country.
"I'm tired. I had a long day, so night babe." She says and a small yawn comes out of her mouth.
"Night babe." I say and she disconnects. I shut my laptop off and set it on the night stand next to me.
I was tired. I'm not at all. But I'll just lay here. I'll just stare at the roof. Until I actually can sleep.

•Next Day•

The game ended, tied zero to zero. Both teams were upset but we still made it a good game. I felt bad that I didn't score, and I know the guys were a little upset about it but hey! It's over. One more game and we can make it to the final sixteen.
"Hey Neymar, watched your game. You did amazing! See you soon<3" Jessica texted me and I smiled. I see that she posted a picture of me on her Instagram, it was the worst one because I just woke up. I roll my eyes and put my phone down. My legs hurts really bad but I'm just gonna go home and go to sleep.

Jessica's POV

"Ughhh!" I groan and cover my head with a pillow. A stupid bird was outside my window and I was trying to take a nap because I didn't feel well. I finally take the pillow and throw it at the window.
Finally, it stopped. I sigh in relief and close my eyes again. I don't know why I don't feel well. I guess the jet lag is getting to me now. Or the workouts at practice yesterday were so insane I'm feeling the after math now. I know it's not about the baby yet, but I'm going to the doctors to talk about it tomorrow. I know Neymar needs to be there too, but I think it just needs to be me. What if I can have a baby? I don't want Neymar knowing that or that I could have twins or triplets for all I know.
I flip to my other side and stare at the wall.
"So wall, how's it been." I say and roll my eyes. Great, now I'm talking to a wall. Wow.

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No songs for this chapter.
It's kinda a quick chapter bc I don't feel well, I hate my friend right now and school is already stressing me out and I haven't started yet.
Whoop! ._\