Shakira pov
I was putting Milan in his crib. When I saw him standing in the doorway.
N:Shak I'm sorry I dont know what came over me. I didnt mean to hurt you
S:But you did. Neymar you did. I thought you'd never go back to how you were but you are.
N:No I'm not. I was angry. I just need to get my anger under control then I'll be fine
S:I know your lying
N:I'm not
S:Prove it
N:How?
S:Let me and Milan go
N:He's my son
S:I'm not taking him away from you forever just until you get everything under control like you said
N:How do I know you'll come back
S:You just gonna have to trust me
N:So this is all I have to do
S:Yes. While we're gone you can go to anger management classes or maybe see a phsyciatrist.
N:But Why? This is not a big deal
S:Ney a lot of small things makes a big thing. It starts like this next thing you know your drinking again and being that same aggressive jerk you use to be.
N:Your right. You can go.
I packed my bags and Milans. I put Milan in his car seat. Neymar helped me with the bags. He looked hurt and broken. I just hope he doesnt do anything stupid. I put my hands on his cheeks and wiped the tears that escaped his eyes off his face.
N:Please promise me you'll come back
S:I will I promise. This is just goodbye for now
N:Ok.
S:I have to leave now or we'll miss our flight
N:Bye
S:Bye
He kissed my cheek and let me go. I got in the car and drove to the airport.
