Alberto and I spent the day looking

Alberto and I spent the day looking at the pictures I had taken. He gave me some constructive feedback on the pictures that needed more improving. He also showed me some e-mails he has gotten from other photographers and news agencies, asking for permission to use the victory shot I had taken of Neymar. I felt really happy about it and proud of myself. I didn’t go out of the photographers room during lunch break and stayed inside. I didn’t want to run into Neymar nor Marc. The hours flew by fast and I packed my things to head back home. I walked through the corridors of Camp Nou when I saw Marc walk out of the locker room. I shifted my gaze to the floor and walked faster to pass him. “Olive, wait” he said as I passed him. I ignored it and tried to walk away as quickly as I could, but he got hold of my arm. I stood there frozen for a second not knowing what to do, because the last thing I had expected was that he would hold me back. He faced me, but I didn’t look at him. “Can we talk?” he asked, softly. I automatically shook my head. “Please?” he pleaded. I tried to free my hand from his grip. “Please, just one minute” he sighed. I shook my head again, because I didn’t want to talk with him. His grip around my arm tightened and without a warning he pulled me inside the locker room and closed the door. “W-what the h-hell?” I stuttered, totally surprised. “I’m sorry, but I need to talk with you” he said. He moved closer to me, making me walk back. I didn’t want him to come closer, I didn’t want to be here! I finally hit the wall behind me and looked around for ways to escape. Marc placed his hands against the wall, making sure I couldn’t escape. My heart started to race, because I was scared. “Please, let me go” I said, faintly. “Olive, I’m sorry for slapping you…I’m so sorry” he said. He stroked my cheek where he had slapped me, which made me flinch in an instant. I closed my eyes in fear and held my breath. “Please forgive me” he sighed.
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