Okay, maybe was a mistake telling him now...
"Neymar calm down-"
"And he conspired with her to ruin me!" he was fuming by now, and I nodded a little bit. "She knows how Carolina can get!" his teeth were chattering with pure anger. "Marc you bastard!" he took off running down the hallway and I gasped.
"No! No Neymar!" I screamed, trying not to run after him and injure myself further. "No!" I screamed once I reached the athletic training room. Rushing of feet was heard as Neymar was choking Marc and Marc was wrestling Neymar to get him off.
Members of the team were trying to hoist an angry Neymar off of him. I was pushed against a wall, slamming my back against a hard surface and I cried out. Leo was holding Neymar in his arms and Neymar shouted something so profound.
"I could lose my son because of you idiots and Bruna knew that!" he yelled, and Marc sat there with a look of shame.
He should be ashamed.
The room was silent and then a finger was pointed at me.
By Leo.
"Everything was great until you came along!" he scolded me, and I grew angry, Neymar shook his head. "You ruined the team's unity!" he yelled, and Leo nodded his head at me.
"Unity? Unity." I said as if it were something gross. "You wouldn't know anything about unity!" I yelled, and stood to my feet. "That's it!" I screamed.
I was finally pushed to my breaking point, and now I knew to go back home. Neymar followed after me once I stormed out of the room. The tears finally flowed freely and I felt like screaming louder.
"Ana wait!" he said to me, and I turned around. "I'm sorry..."
"For what? For being silent? It's what you do best." I muttered through my tears.
"What do you mean?" he asked me, and I kept on my strides.
"It means goodbye!" I threw my hands up at him. I was done. "I'm leaving!"
"Don't! You can't-" he stuttered.
"Why?" I asked him loudly, waiting for an answer but all I got was silence. "That's my point." I told him, and I backed up some more, and turned around all together while waiting until I was out of the training center to burst into tears. I wanted him to say something.
Something to make me want to stay.
I picked up my phone to make one call.
"What can I assist you with?" Siri asked me.
"Siri, call Molls for me." I said.
"Calling Molls." it automatically reached voicemail.
Ah just like a guilty person.
"I don't care if you did it, just make sure you are out of my penthouse by 1pm, because I'm not staying either." I said sternly and hung up without a regret.
From leaving a loveless city, only to return to that loveless city.
Mission status: failed.
It's all I ever knew.
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ps alana is near her period
what even is brundrew
sounds like prune juice
#ew
I've been so bad at updating lately, I'm sorry you guys eww
so yeaah tension was deep.
who actually did take the photos
will NEYMSR EVER NOT BE SILENT AT THE WRONG TIMES???!!!??
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leo why are you so meann
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Double Trouble // Neymar Jr //
FanfictionYears of fueled anger and regret has pushed Alana Amero to her wits end. Her only aspiration in life was to play professional football, but her dream was cut short at her own will. Now, two years later, she is now determined to make her dreams come...
..Twenty-One..
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