Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

"There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling."

-Psalm 91:10.

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May the Lord bless you and keep you all!

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      I began to sputter, barely making words out. Katilina stormed towards me, grabbing me by my arm and yanking me after her. She was speaking so rapidly, I could not follow along. Too many things were happening at once inside my head. Her nails were cutting into my arm, but I did couldn't feel a thing.

I only felt Zico's emotions. He was glaring at us, radiating anger and arrogance toward Kat and I. His eyes peirced into my soul, as I did not turn, my back was to Katilina, not having a clue as to where we were going.

Where were we going?

My head snapped up, familiarizing myself with the stars.

We were headed towards our childhood home.

Why?

Where's Neymar?

"Katilina! Where are we going?" I whined, as Zico began to disappear from view. She only huffed in reply. "Kat!" My scream echoed as she squeezed my arm harder.

Katilina blacked out if angry enough. Except this wasn't angry.

She was passed angry.

She stopped at once, turning me around forcefully with her hands. I began to stutter, fighting back confused tears. She bent down to my level, and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Pass. Me. The. Bat."

I rubbed my eyes like a child.

"Huh?" My voice was small, and Katilina licked her lips, throwing her head back. "What Katilina, what?" I was growing fearful. I could barely breathe, so it was coming out in short bursts.

"Pass me the bat!"

Katilina screamed, her hot breath caressing my face in the most frightful way. I jumped, and then my eyes landed on Zico's engine red...Ferrari. I began to shake my head wildly.

It was vintage. Only 400 of that specific model were made...

"No Kat, no Kat!" I shook my head. "This is where we cut it!"

"You are no help!" Katilina screamed in my face. "Fine! I'll do it myself!" I was nearly going to go deaf if she continued screaming the way she did.

Katilina ran into the house, and I heard the pounding of her feet up the stairs. My heart was pounding, so much so that I could feel in my throat and hear it in my ears.

Where's Andrew, where's Andrew?!

I did not know whether to run, or to stay and talk her out of whatever she was about to do.

Where's Neymar? Where's Zico? Anybody who lived on the street who we grew up with?! Anybody?!

I leaped when I saw Kat running down the stairs with two bats in her hands. She shoved one at me.