Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 20

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A week went by and my trip with Neymar has been the best time I've had in a long time. I swear, everything negative that has happened recently has not been on my mind because of Neymar.

I was back at home with John and Kimberlynn and was stuck with practicing for soccer for a while. I love soccer, but to be honest I just wanted to rest. 

I felt my phone vibrating on my bed as I read my book. I put it down beside me and seen Neymar's name flashing up. I smiled and hit the answer button.

"Hey baby" His words sounded slurred and his voice raspy. I sighed and propped my knees up so I was leaning my arms on them. "Neymar..." I mumbled into the phone, as I heard loud music and people talking on his end.

"Bella, I miss you" Neymar remarked, highly intoxicated. I groaned.

"Neymar, I miss you too but it sounds like you've had enough for tonight" I said, and heard a deep sigh. "Don't tell me what to do"

His sudden outburst took me surprised, so I stayed silent until he decided to speak again. "I'll call you tomorrow" Neymar mumbled, and that was the last I heard of him.

I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Annoyed, I groaned and flipped over, covering my face with my blankets. I heard the TV, John and Kimberlynn talking from downstairs. I decided to get up.

I tossed the blankets off me and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. My thoughts trailed to my call with Neymar last night. I don't know why he's still acting out. I thought he was going to change, but I guess I was wrong. The things he is doing is not like him at all. It's bad enough that I am afriad to ask him, because I know he'll just yell at me, blame me for stuff I didn't do then change the subject. I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried to get Leo to help, which worked for only a day or so.

I walked out the bathroom and downstairs where Kimberlynn handed me a cup of coffee. I thanked her, and poured myself some type of cereal.

"So, how's it going with Neymar?" John questioned me. "Are you two making out good?" Kimberlynn added to the growing pile of questions. I placed my cup down and my hands over it, with a slight nod.

"I guess things are fine" I mumbled, and looked up at John and Kim. They gave me a confusing look, but I tried to ignore it and find a different subject to talk about. But, it was too late.

"Are you guys still together?"

"Do I need to have a talk with him?"

"Bella, he didn't hurt you did he?"

I laughed a little bit, and they both stopped throwing question after question. "Guys, nothing terrible happened. He's just changing, acting a bit weird but nothing serious"

I hated lying, to them especially because I consider John and Kim family. But I didn't need them in my business-especially the "love" part of it.

John sighed in some-type of relief. "Good, but do I still need to talk to him?" He questioned. I gave him a thankful smile but shook my head. "That's nice of you to offer. But I think I'm okay right now"

John smiled and ruffled my already messy hair and walked upstairs to shower. Kimberlynn took a seat beside me as I dug into my cereal.

"You know you could tell me about Neymar, if you're too afraid to talk to John. I know he can seem a bit scary some-" I cut Kim off.

"Don't worry Kim. Nothing is going on with Neymar and I. We're all good"

She sighed and smiled, unsure about what I told her, but I gave her a small smile.

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That day went by slow. No calls from Neymar, and I haven't even heard from any of the other guys. Leo hasn't texted me, or Alexis. I figured they'd be busy with the team.

I flipped the next page in my book and started to realize the story line is almost the same thing as what Neymar and I are "going through". I started to get lost in the story, until I realized that my phone was ringing on my desk. I hurried to get up and answered it without checking who it was.

"Hello?" I answered, automatically feeling bad since I realized I sounded annoyed.

"Bella? Fuck. Thank God you answered. I'm so damn sorry about last night" I heard the other person speak, and it  was Neymar. I sighed, starting to give up.

"I'm starting to get tired of you saying you're sorry all the time when you end up screwing around the next day or two after" I mumbled. There was a silence on the other end.

"Please don't give up on me.." I heard Neymar sigh, his voice slightly cracking. My face fell and I ran my fingers through my hair. "Don't even dare saying that, because you and I both know I won't"

I could see the smile spread across his face even though I am not with him.

"I know Bella. I've just been such a fuck up lately and I'm really sorry, I am" Neymar sighed.

"And I know how you feel about all this, and I promise that I will change, I just don't want you to leave me so I am doing the best I can to protect you"

It took me a few minutes for my brain to process what Neymar had just said. Everything is happening way to quickly and I honestly cannot keep up with him. I don't want to get heartbroken by some small thing between Neymar and I. At the same me, don't want things to end either.

I realized I hadn't responded to Neymar, and he was desperately calling my name into the phone.

"I'm sorry. I just, I don't know. I'm confused"

I wasn't sure if that was the exact right thing to say. "What are you talking about?"

I sighed. "Look Neymar, I would be lying to you if I said I wouldn't be upset if our thing between us screwed over. You are such a fantastic person but I cant keep up with your blowups"

I automatically felt the regret stab me in the stomach like a sharp knife. "Don't do this" Neymar breathed out a shaky breath.

"I'm not letting you go."

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