Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 21-Aftermath (Part 1)

WARNING:: This chapter may touch some nerves. It is a very serious issue and this is actually based on a true story of my friend. She will be annoyomous in this. This chapter is rated R. Just a warning.

Update: Update: Update: Update: Update. Yassss! As many of you know, my wisdom teeth are infected so I am on meds and stuff until I get them taken out of Tuesday. Right now, I'm trying to write everything all at once. I'm getting positive reviews and demands on this story and my Marcelo one.(: So those two will always be updated first upon finishing. But here is the update that many people have been demanding and yelling and forcing and blah blah blah, so I really hope you guys find this chapter good because I have been delayed due to extreme PAIN IN MY JAW! Ow. :*( ALSO ONE SHOTS ARE BEING WRITTEN!!! THE MORE YOU ASK THE LONGER I WILL TAKE! 

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Belle sat a long side the other models in the club that was highly recommended by the director of the fashion show.Neymar was there, slowly watching from a distance. It took all her will to tell him to leave and with much annoyance and denies, he finally left. She winced as venomous words flew out of his mouth but pushed it in the back of her mind when he was out of sight. The place was loud and smelled of cigarettes and musk. Although she had agreed to this a long while ago, she just wanted to go home to her daughter and go to bed. Since she was one of the designers, it was mandatory to celebrate. Apparently. She congratulated herself though, for she hasn't thought about Neymar once since he had left. Her mind was made up about Neymar, she just couldn't deal with him anymore. Their relationship will always be forever disfunctional. One of the prettier models, Lucial, handed her a burgundy glass bottle and demanded that she chugged the contents. Instantly, she refused. The party scene wasn't her scene anymore. Now that she has had a daughter, her mother instincts erupted and she no longer was a drinker. 

She threw a look at Belle and shrugged once before turning to a friend of hers. Silently, she counted down the hours until it was time for closing when everyone would slowly diminish and go home to live their normal lives once again. She often contemplating on leaving but someone always stopped her; whether it was to ask for pictures or to praise her ideas.

She stood up and informed everyone who was giving her looks of disappointment that she was only going to get a drink. 

"Boring party?" A voice came from in front of her once she reached the punch bowl. She recognized the man as the director, Franco. He wasn't a handsome man but he surely wasn't ugly either. He handed her a red cup and filled his up as well. "Nothing is-" She scanned the drink earning a deep laugh from the man. "No, I don't drink alcohol. That and this," he held up his own cup. "are simply the punch." There was a glimmer in his eyes as he said this but she shrugged it off.

The more she looked at the bright red drink, the thirstier she had became. All this stress and anxiety that was going on had masked her needs. She downed the drink quickly and moaned lightly as the drink slid down her parched throat. Instantaneously, she felt extremely dizzy and sick to her stomach. Although through her shitty mood, she tried her hardest to maintain a positive attitude, especially since Franco can give a good word around for her. She fought through the sickness and tried to listen as he spoke to her. His smirk was sinister and his eyes twinkled. Belle looked down at her cup and smelled it. The putrid smell wafted through her nostrils and watered her eyes. 

"Wha-What did you give me?" She slurred. The smell was strong and she could feel bile rise up in her throat burning as it did. Franco smiled at her and gave her a wink that sent shivers down her spine. "Patrone."