Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

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*Prologue*

With one hand on the door knob, he hesitated. He knew who was on the other side. The thought of confrontation was frightening. He gave it a slight twist and let the door creak open to show the figure.

"Belle checked out yesterday." Declain Torres spoke calmly, surprising him. He let himself in and sat on the sofa without facing Neymar. With raging curiosity floating around the room, he yearned to ask how she was doing. Belle, the girl he once loved. Hell, he still loved her, but he couldn't deal with what happened. He couldn't deal with the guilt or horror.

Declain turned quickly to Neymar and his voice changed from calm to hostile. "I can see how much you care." He spat. "She lost part of her memory. She only remembers me, her parents and her close friends."

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. His tongue grew dry making it impossible for him to talk. "But she doesn't even know who you are." He growled. "I doubt you care though. I bet you're ecstatic."

As speechless as he was, he could feel the anger begin to boil in the pit of his stomach and rise up his throat like vomit. "How dare you say I don't care about her!" Neymar was on his feet now inches from Declain's face. Almost in an instant, he calmed himself. Declain resembled so much of Belle that now every time he looked in his eyes, he saw hers. He was scornful towards Neymar. Not only was he the reason for what happened to his sister, but now he didn't even care to see her or even ask her condition.

A lump grew in the middle of Neymar's throat making it hard to speak what was coming through his mind. "S-She doesn't remember me at all?" He croaked, Declain shook his head violently. "Nope, she doesn't even remember what happened."

"I never got to tell her.." He murmured to the ground and felt a slight blush creep onto his bronzed cheeks.

This seemed to spark sympathy in Declain as he came and placed a hand on his shoulder gently. "I think she knew."

"She doesn't now!" All the memories, all the laughs, tears, smiles, seemed to rush back and slap Neymar in the face. All those times where he could have said something, where he could have had a chance seemed to drain away. "Dec, I- I'm sorry man." the burning sensation spread on his eyes. It has been a familiar feel ever since it happened. It was his fault, and he will never forgive himself.

"Neymar, would you like to go see her?" His voice was filled with forced kindness and it was obvious that now he didn't want Neymar anywhere near his younger sister. Declain faced the young boy and before Neymar could even answer, he spoke. "Of course you wouldn't."

Sadly, he couldn't lie to himself. As much as it pained him, he didn't want to see her. He didn't want to see how broken she looked because of the mess that he got her into.

"Neymar, you had to much to drink." Belle joked with her best friend as she watched him stumble out of the house party his teammate were throwing. "I am fine,Littlefoot." He slurred. Belle shuddered, even the nickname sounded wrong with a slur in his speech. He unlocked his car and slipped into the driver seat. "No you're not!" Belle pulled his shirt as an attempt to get out and let her take over.

"Just get in if you want a ride. If not, I can always leave you here." His mood suddenly changed along with everything else Belle was familiar with. This wasn't Neymar, her best friend, this was a whole different person. She slowly slipped into the passenger seat and made a quick prayer. "Don't be so such a baby."

"Can we just go? I have school in the morning.." Belle prayed to get home in time to even think of going to school, but what feared her most was the doubt of them making it to her house. "Oh I forgot, you are a youngin' and still go to high school." He began to tease her making her feeling even more uneasy as she was. "Neymar, just take me home!"

His face twisted and she watched every move he took once they swerved onto the road. He took his eyes away and focused on hers for a moment. She tried so hard to find the warmth of his eyes again, the friendliness, but all she found was cold and dark. "You're such a bitch, Belle, I swear." He spat. Eyes watering, she forced herself to turn the other way and look out the window. "Don't talk to me anymore after tonight."

"Bell-"

"Fuck you!" She screamed, surprising herself with the raise in voice. "Just take me home, and have fun living the football star life!"

He continuously opened and closed his mouth as if trying to say something, but nothing came out. "Save your breath." She mumbled.

The car grew silent and the roads were pitch black. Her eyes grew heavy and began to droop. 'one little nap won't hurt.' she thought to herself. Anyway she could to get away from Neymar, the better.

With minutes of silence only to be broken by honking and bright lights, Belle snapped her eyes open. "Neymar look out!!" She yelled and pointed to the trunk coming straight towards them. He pressed on the breaks hard causing them to swerve in a circle and hit a street light.

"Oh my-" Neymar shook his head and swept broken glass off his lap. It was after minutes of silence, did he realize that he had someone else in the car with him. Her.

"Belle!" He turned towards his unconscious friend and gasped. Her head was busted open and was bleeding. It's red liquid dripped slowly down her face and down her eyes resembling of tears. "Belle!!" He spoke louder and began to shake her slightly. His hands flew to his pocket and got his phone out to dial 911. '"You'll be okay, Littlefoot." He cooed. "You'll be okay."

He unbuckled her seat belt and moved her close to him. If she was going to leave tonight, atleast he could have her in his arms one last time. And he stayed like that until the paramedics arrived.

'This is all my fault.' he thought while waiting in the emergency room. 'She will never forgive me.'

He lifted his head up to the double doors of the operating room and shook it. "I can't do this." He breathed. Without even thinking, he got up and left. Left the hospital, left Belle.

"I can't." He allowed the tears to fall out of his eyes and to fall on to the hardwood floors of his villa. They began to fall quickly. Declain grumbled curse words under his breath and turned towards the door.

"Well, whenever you want to see your 'best friend'," he made emphasis on the last words and spoke again, "i''m sure she'd like to meet you."

The word 'meet' crushed his heart. It was as if he never existed in her lift, like he had a clean slate. Nothing is remembered of that night. At least that's a good thing. She won't remember what happened that night. She won't remember him causing her this pain. She won't remember his hateful words.

But, she won't remember him and that's the problem.

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!Authors Note!

Hey! I hope you guys like this one!! I know Neymar isn't from Real Madrid and he plays for Santos but I don't care, hes my new crush!! <3 ahaha anyway Madridista's I hope you like this!! I know it's kind of like The Vow, but I think The Vow sucked major buttcheeks so I made my own revamped version.(: Hope you liked it! Comment, Vote, yes(:

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