Just Friends - Neymar Jr

50

"Hello Amelia."

The voice made my body shake as I froze, completely still in the middle of the pavement.
"Papá?" I spoke with my own voice, hoarse and dry, scared of a response.
"You know you dropped a packet of gum? I thought we taught you not to litter? Although I guess you went against most of what we said, didn't you?"

I spun around where I was stood and low and behold, a crumpled packet of chewing gum was on the floor behind me. I checked my pockets and the packet was gone, it had to be mine.
"How did you know that?"
"Oh I know everything hija," he laughed his cruel laugh, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're not here, I'm not scared," I continued to whip my head from side to side, scared he would creep up on me.
"I'm here," I heard movement on his side of the phone.
"Prove it then," I said, wanting him to stop hiding as my anxiety only grew.

"Alright, hold up however many fingers and I'll tell you." That wasn't what I meant but I wouldn't miss the opportunity. I smirked, holding the phone to my ear with my left hand and using my right to point my middle finger up in the air, spinning on the spot so he could see it from wherever he was hiding.

"You have no manners. And you wonder why you're such a disappointment. You're meant to respect your elders," he slurred his words a little as he spoke.
"I'll give respect where respect is due," I snapped back at him.

I heard him laugh slowly, "Oh how I wish you didn't act this way Amelia. You're only making things worse for yourself."
I kept my mouth in a straight line, not wanting to show any sign that I was scared, although my shaking knees definitely gave it away.

"Papá? Dad? You're breaking up, the signals bad I-" I hung up the phone slyly with my thumb as I kept it held to my ear. I looked at it confused pretending to dial a number and it "failing" before trying again and it really being Neymar.
"Pick up, pick up!" I muttered under my breath.

"Amelia! Jesus Christ! You had me scared, I've been looking everywhere. You know-"
"The side street down the left of the bar with the big wedding party," I spoke with only the corner of my mouth before ending the call and actually dialling the one my dad was calling me off earlier.

It rang for a few times before he picked up.
"Finally! Sorry this phone's shit," I laughed however he stayed silent, "Padre?"
"Hija."
"It was an accident, it weren't my fault. Come on, carry on with the threats! It was just getting juicy!"

I heard a sigh on his end of the phone, making my lips perk up. I was pissing him off, something I loved doing.
"You're a horrible daughter, have I ever told you that?" he spat.
"Only since I was five," I laughed.

"You're sitting on mountains of money and don't think to help your poor parents! The ones who provided you with all the opportunities that got you to where you are in the first place! Without our support you-"
I erupted into a fit of laughter, clutching my sides as I pulled the phone away from my ear before returning it, "You're support? Gosh, dad you found some humor in our sad time apart?"

*tw- talks of suicide*

"Everything we ever did was for you!"
"For me? The beatings, the insults, the attempts? Let me guess, it was for my own good?" My voice grew louder as tears started to well in my eyes.

"You chose to try and kill yourself, that was nothing to do with us. And look, you didn't even succeed in that!" he laughed as my mouth dropped open, "All you did was bring more shame to our family after that!"

"Surely you don't mean that..."
"I don't take it back. You're a failure in every aspect of your life, so much of a failure you couldn't even end it without fucking it up!"