Just Friends - Neymar Jr

50

"I'm a failure? You're the grown ass man, begging your daughter for money as her career is way more successful than anything you've ever achieved. Have some pride and take a loan from a bank or something if you need the money that bad," I scoffed.

"Deny it all you want, you know you're a failure. You know you're a disappointment. It would've done us all a favour if you could do one fucking thing right and taken the extra pills!"

My eyes widened and I felt a tear finally leave them, "Well you know what? I'm glad it didn't work. I'm glad I'm still here and you got to see what an amazing daughter you missed out on!"

"Whatever, I'm done with talking to you. I'll be less amicable in our next encounter," he hung up the phone, leaving me to stare at it with tears still streaming down my face. He wanted me dead?

"You tried to kill yourself?" I turned around and saw Neymar standing there, his eyes glossy and hurt.

"I-" I tried to find something to say but my mind was blank.
He walked up to me, engulfing my body in a tight hug, finally giving myself permission to let it all out as I cried on his shoulder.

"I want to go home Neymar. Please, I can't do this anymore," The tears kept flowing and my voice came out shaky as he carried on stroking my hair.
"Shush, it's okay linda, you're alright. I'm here, nobody's gonna hurt you."

I don't know how long we stood like that, me in his arms as I completely broke down. He tightened his grip around my trembling body and rocked us from side to side as I sniffed after ranting about everything.

I looked up at him, leaning my chin on his chest as I smiled, wiping my eyes, "I'm joking, it's not that deep. Can we go back now?"

He held the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath, "You drive me crazy, there's no way you said it's not that deep."
"It was time ago, let's just get back to the room," I grabbed his hand, pulling him with me as we made our way up the road.

There were crowds outside the casinos lining the street to our hotel, causing Neymar to walk slightly ahead of me to pave our way through. He held me close behind him so we wouldn't get separated and we were soon out in open space, making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

However, he still decided to hold my hand and keep me close and I didn't fight it for once. I wanted to tell him everything, how shit I felt, how scared I truly was and most of all, how much I missed him, how much I needed him. But I couldn't.

We walked through the lobby and took the lift up to our floor in a weird silence. I wanted to say something, but what do I say after that?

The elevator dinged, signalling the doors were about to open. He dropped my hand to dig in his pocket for the room key, finding it and unlocking the door. He only faced me then when he held it for me and I could see his eyes were still glossy. For fucks sake.

I sighed, flopping onto the single bed, "Why are you upset?"
"When did you try to kill yourself?" his voice and face displayed no sign of emotion as he spoke.
"Are we still talking about this? Just drop it, God!" I rolled my eyes, kicking my shoes off.

"Just drop it? Are you crazy?" His voice grew angry as I ignored him, "Amelia!"
"What?" I shouted back at him.
He took a deep breath, not being as loud this time, "When?"
I put both hands on my temple, not wanting to argue anymore, "2009."

I looked up after getting no reply from him, his lips were slightly parted as he did the maths in his head, "We were seventeen?"
I nodded and his whole face softened as he wiped his eyes before any tears could fall.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped, you could've stayed at mine. I could've sorted it all and-"