The Footballer's Sister

By thiscoolkidd_

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Imagine being Cristiano's younger sister? More

Author's Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 18

Chapter 17

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By thiscoolkidd_

I woke up lost. I had no idea where I was and the room was too dark to recognize. I wasn't scared though, that smell comforted me. It was someone's cologne, I just couldn't remember who's.

I dragged my hand across the huge bed I was lying on and attempted to find my phone. It took me a little while but I finally grabbed it and, to my luck, I still had 78% left. I was worried it might've died on me but to be fair, I didn't use it much yesterday. I don't know how I managed but it was 1 in the afternoon and I was still sort of sleepy. Anyway, I was ready for the lecture my brother was going to give me since I didn't come home but I honestly didn't care at this point. I was fed up with him and all of his bull. Whatever message was waiting for me on my phone, I was so prepared to defend myself. I was old enough to make my own decisions. ...right?

To my surprise, I only had one text from Cris.
"Make sure you eat something before you go out to training with us. Hope you slept well. I love you."

I was beyond confused. There was no 'dad' tone or nagging or cursing. What was his deal? I chose to worry about that later cause right now I just wanted to figure out where the hell I was. I turned on the flashlight from my phone and searched for the light switch. I saw it on a wall that was a few feet from me. As I attempted to get up and walk toward it, I felt a pain in my chest and abdomen area. I hunched over and heard the door open.

"Lina!" A male voice almost yelled. It was my dad. "Baby girl are you okay?"

It was then that everything came crashing down. That smell was familiar because when I was younger and my parents would argue, I would run into this room and bury myself under the covers in hopes that I would stop hearing whatever was going on. Of course I was wrong most of the time, but somehow I managed to convince myself that none of it was real. I remember loud voices shouting and sometimes even things breaking, it just depended on what they were arguing about that day. But I now know that most of the time, it was about her. About the lady who suddenly took an interest in my dad when my brother started to make something of himself. That woman couldn't be stopped no matter what the situation was. Despite the fact that my dad was already married and had a family, that home wrecker came into the picture. She told my dad they would just be friends and that's how he introduced me to her the one day he ran into her while taking me to my brother's game. I remember him saying "Hey baby girl this is my friend Ana, say hi." Her cold eyes showed absolutely no love toward me and I couldn't stand her. I didn't know why but I later found out that it was because I knew when someone couldn't be trusted and apparently she was one of those people.

"Lina. Hey, are you alright?" My dad asked, helping me sit back down on the edge of the bed, "You're okay now, it was just a scare that's it." He squatted in front of me and took my hand. I couldn't look at him in the eyes so I just stared at my lap and felt the tears well up. I don't know why I felt so weak and vulnerable in this place but I did and I hated it. He then reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're gonna be fine, okay?"

Something in his voice made me believe him. I don't mean I thought I was gonna be okay despite the pain I got, I meant in general. I was going to be okay no matter what was going on in my life. "Why am I here?" I finally choked out.

"Well last night, you were pretty bad. That friend of yours, Isco, he called up Cris and told him about your panic attack. Baby you hadn't had one of those in years, he was so worried. So anyway, he apparently didn't want anyone looking for you over at his place so he asked me if you would be able to spend the night here just to calm you down. Of course I said yes-"

"Wait," I cut off, "why would Cris call you? He doesn't even like you."

"Actually I think things might be taking a more positive turn. I called him up after the Starbucks incident and let him vent. I realized that I never really let him tell me what he felt and that was a bad father move. I let him tell me and then I apologized for everything. Sincerely, too. I don't know if he forgave me but he seemed relieved to finally get that off his chest." My dad explained.

I just sat there, staring at my lap, not knowing what to say. Better yet, not wanting to say anything at all.

"It's okay if you don't trust me." He said, interrupting my thoughts, "I understand that I have to work for your love and I'm okay with that. Just give me a chance to do it, that's all I ask."

I smiled and so did he. Then, he pulled me into a hug and I didn't resist one bit. I hugged tighter and allowed myself to relax. Letting people in wasn't exactly my strong suit. There was always something in my mind that convinced me to be a closed book. I was scared to get hurt. I needed my dad my entire life, why lie? No matter how well Cris did at taking his spot, he'd never be my real father. And there was some things he couldn't do that I wish my dad would've.

"Cris said he had training today and that you would probably want to go if you felt better."

I just nodded my head yes.

"Well if you're gonna get going, you need to get something to eat. That is, if you're not feeling bad in any way. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"No, I'm fine." I finally said, "I wanna go see my friends and Cris. I'll just pick something up on the way, I'll be okay."

I walked down the hallway and out the door still sore from my chest due to the panic attack from yesterday. I hopped into my car and was overcome by a feeling of serenity. It seemed as if everything was just falling into place.

•••••••••••

I arrived to the Santiago Bernabeu stadium and was welcomed my some familiar faces and warm hugs. I walked in with Sergio who asked the most irrelevant questions, but I could tell he was just making small talk. I spotted Isco over on the bench and walked his way.

"Lina, don't say anything. We need to talk in private." He said, pulling me into the hallway before I had the chance to object.

"I'm so sorry that I left you there but I know how you get when you have anxiety. I just didn't want you to get worse and I know your dad was going to take care of you. Don't be mad at me, I was just thinking of what was best for you." He just about blurted out. I giggled a little bit which freaked him out. "Uh, are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes." I said with a smile, "look I know I always tell people that they don't know what I really want but you prove me wrong every single time. It helped, believe me. In more ways than you know."

"Really?" He asked, sounding a little surprised. "How?"

"Look I'll tell you soon enough but for now I just need some space to think about stuff and let it all set in." I explained.

He let out a sigh and just nodded. "Well it's good to have the old champ back. And right in time for the Olympic trials too. They're less than a month away!"

I had honestly forgotten all about that for a while. I hadn't trained with my uncle who was on vacation for 2 weeks so I hoped my times hadn't slowed down too bad. I had been working toward this goal since as long as I could remember. All I wanted was to run in the Olympics. I just didn't know it came with so much pressure. My uncle always called me the "Golden Child" when it came to track. I ran 4 events and unless I won the gold, I wasn't satisfied. Sometimes even winning first place I wasn't happy. But the more you succeed, the more people expect from you. Everyone is rooting for me to make the team and I'm favored to win the gold in the 100m dash and the long jump at the trials. I didn't want to disappoint anyone so losing was definitely not an option.

"Hey, don't start overthinking now." Isco said, "you should be excited about the fact that you're going to kick ass!"

I laughed at how right he was. It was time for me to just enjoy the sport. I had made it this far, why stress now?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the locker room door closed shut and my brother walked out. He saw us, walked over to me and didn't say a word, he just pulled me into the tightest hug I had ever been a part of.

"I'll leave you two alone. I'll be on the pitch if either one of you needs me." Isco announced.

Cris pulled away, stared at me and hugged me again.

"Dude," I complained, "my chest is sore, you're gonna break me."

He laughed and shook his head. "Lina I swear you can never take anything seriously."

"But no, really, how are you?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Yeah that's what you said not too long ago and then you went and had an anxiety attack last night. Look I'm so sorry I've been an asshole and that I've been putting so much pressure on you. It was my fault your body reacted that way and I'm so sorry I really am." He said.

"Cris, it's okay. Honestly. I'm fine and things are looking a lot better. I mean it." I assured.

"Okay well even if they aren't, I don't want to be the one bothering you about it. Let's just go back to the pitch before coach started yelling at me for being late."

As we walked in, I spotted everyone in a huddle on the sideline. ""Hey team." I heard coach announce, "Help me welcome the newest addition to our Real Madrid family, Coach Luke Viera. He is a sprinting trainer and will be assisting us, more specifically our strikers. We could all use some speed so I figured why not hire someone who specialized in exactly that."

I couldn't not believe my eyes. Luke was here and I had to act as if nothing had happened between us. I didn't know why but something in me told me to keep it to myself. I just didn't know if that was my best option, but it seemed like my only one.

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