More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Everything Will Be Alright

Flashback: 5 Years Ago

"Rosa; come with us. We'll take you guys home okay?" I looked up at Nadine as she held out a conscious hand to hoist me up. Her eyes were watery and dark. No matter what she said, I craddled Marianna's head in my lap and leaned onto Adrianno's shoulder. I felt Mari hiccup below and she shivered, letting out another sob.

It took three hours for the nurses to get her to stop screaming, and even longer to get Adrianno to stop frantically pacing and throwing the hospital furniture around. He was officially our guardian now since he was over 18. I sat still-unmoving like a statue. Not a word had escaped my lips since the doctors told me what I had feared most; Mom and Dad were dead.

"Rosa, please. You can't stay here all night," I stared at her hand again. I wanted to cry, I wanted to punch a whole in the wall, I wanted to burn in a sea of flames, but silence overwhelmed me. Whatever I wanted to let out disappeared into thin air; I was nothing more than a fucntioning body; no morals, no emotions. Breath, eat, sleep, survive. That was all that made sense.

Everything else..Everyone else was a lie.

I felt Adrianno stir beside me as he sat up, and lifted Marianna's lifeless body from off of my lap. He slowly walked outside and climbred into Nadine and Sr.'s car.

Sighing, Nadine sat down right beside me and took my hand in hers. Unfazed, I stared straight ahead at the door of the hospital room where my parent's corpses lay.

"Rosa, I understand that the pain you're going through is beyond recognition, but I need you to get inside the car. If you don't want to go home, that's fine. I'll be more than glad to let you-"

"I'm not going home with you." I muttered through clenched teeth. She let out another long, exasperated sigh.

"I know you are angry with Neymar, but please, just come home and we can pray together like we always used to. Do you remember?

"Pray for what, Nadine? Forgiveness? Do you want me to pray for a resurrection or for my parent's to miracullously walk out of the room alive and fine? Should I go home and pray for to a God who took my family away from me?" By now everyone had focused their attention on us, I gave Nadine a cold hard stare and clenched my fists. But it wasn't directed towards her.

"He lied to me," I whispered, sitting back down. For the first time that night, a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek.

"Trust me when I say I will deal with Juninho when I get home. What exactly was it that he said to you?"

"He said everything would be alright..."

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My grip on the steering wheel never faltered as all the color drained from my knuckles. I didn't even look down at the speedometer but I knew I was driving at a limit that would more then likely singe the paint off of the car. My face was stained with tears and snot as I cranked the music up louder to submerge from my murderous thoughts.

No matter what, I couldn't stop replaying it; the way he held her in his arms, the way he needed her just like he needed air.

I drove faster and took one hand off of the wheel to retrieve my cell from my back pocket. 8 missed calls form Adrianno, Mari, and Neymar. Seeing his name displayed across the screen caused me to throw my phone to the seat next to me. How could he do this?

All your fault, Rosa. All your damn fault.

And as much as I hated to admit it, it was true. I allowed myself to have feelings for someone I shouldn't be having feelings for. Why? Because I'm too hypocritical to listen to my own advice and not be weak. I let history repeat itself, I let myself get hurt. But as much as I wanted to blame myself I wanted nothing more than to slam my fists into his face.

It's all because I loved him too much.

I applied more pressure to the pedal, and pretended not to hear the various hunks as I sped down the highway.

I coudn't help but feel pain and hurt course through my veins. Nausea pained my stomach, heart, and chest. No force on this Earth or in the heavens above could stop the internal and mental suffering. The blood pounded in my ears, in sync with the loud music I was blasting in the car.

For a brief second, I whipped my head around when my phone rang again, and stared down when Juninho's face danced across the screen beckoning me to smash it into the ground. I stared at his face, and for a brief second, I didn't hear the car honks, I didn't hear the loud music.

And I certainly didn't see light pole drawing closer and closer

But no matter how hard I slammed onto the breaks, I couldn't stop the impact as the car slammed into the metal pole.

The last thing I remember before blacking out was reaching out for my phone, and desperately trying to press the 'answer' button. The darkness took over all of my mind, and for a moment, my body was numb and my heart stopped beating altogether

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A/N:

SO....that just happened. I don't think I need to explain what "my heart stopped beating means" b/c that is pretty self-explanatory.

So I'll just leave on a cliffhanger just because....

Aren't I evil? But don't worry, this isn't the last chapter I still have to write an epilogue thingy please don't hate me I actually have good stuff coming.

Hope you enjoyed (if you didn't I would understand, but just know that this isn't the end! Or it might be.....hmm......)