He's dangerous [COMPLETE]

"Who's that?" I asked, eyeing the mess of curls that downed yet another drink.

"Oh, that's Marcel. He used to be the biggest nerd in school. One day something inside of him snapped and completely changed. He got a bunch of tattoos and beat up every kid who bullied him. Stay away from him, he's dangerous." She spoke as he looked over at me.

I tried to stay away, but despite how he had changed, he was the one thing that could keep me from failing Algebra. I didn't want to spend time with him but I had to.

Will it stay as a simple tutor?
Or will their be more going on then tutoring?

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18. Help **unedited**

Marcels POV

 

Why had I been so hateful towards her? That first night when I felt tears drip onto my hand, all I wanted to do was hold her close. I guess I just distanced myself, I remember one night, the sound of shattering glass and pounds came from upstairs.

My eyebrows had cocked in confusion, as my brain debated whether of not I should go up. Being the bloody idiot I am, I didn't.

Slowly she began changing. She wore large baggy clothes, she didnt speak, she had gotten much paler and weak. It worried but I was to pissed off to do anything about it.

It was a typical Sunday night as I sat watching TV, ignoring the urge to find her and hold her close.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ella walk in and before I knew it, she stood before me, blocking the TV.

"I'd rather look at the TV!'' I spoke, no emotion curved into my voice. I must have sounded like a dead robot. If they can die...can they?

"Why are you doing this to me? Have you not seen what I have become?" She asked, tears dripping down her beautiful reddened cheeks. I could tell she just wanted to scream, let it all out. It had been three weeks and we had barely talked to each other.

I missed her lips against mine, our bodies pressed to each other. I missed her beautiful eyes that one sparkled but were now dull and lifeless.

Silence. I didnt speak nor look at her. I was...angered. Sad. Hurt.

"GOD DAMMIT ANSWER ME! IM STANDING HERE FUCKING BROKEN! I HAVE NOBODY ANYMORE, EVEN EMMA HAS DISTANCED HERSELF FROM ME! THE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL ARE PHYSICALLY BULLYING ME BUT I CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! I FUCKING SELF HARM, IM ANOREXIC AND I FUCKING TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE TWICE! IM FUCKING LIVING LOVING YOU AND YOU'RE JUST SITTING LIKE A BUMP ON THE LOG NOT SAYING ANYTHING! I DON'T KNOW WHY THE FUCK I LOVE YOU!" She yelled, immediately cutting her voice off as we both realized what she just said.

"You love me?" I asked surprised, my deep voice raspy.

"Uh, no. I didn't mean it like...I have to go!" She said, rushing up the stairs and into her bedroom. II sat there shocked. She had self harmed? She was anorexic  She tried to commit suicide? I was the cause of all this suffering and the problem is...had she gone to far as to where I couldn't pull her from this pain?

Was she to broken to be fixed?

I saw her rush down the stairs as I ran to grab her arm, forgetting about her cuts. She tried pulling her arm away, growling at me to let go. I obeyed her, blocking the door from allowing her to leave.

"You love me?" I repeated, wanting to know the truth, my heart beating fast.

"Yes okay. I hate the way you make me love you. I didn't want to fall in love but somehow you managed to break my guards!" My heart exploding by her voice speaking those words.

She was really in love with me. My Ella loved me. The same Ella that was afraid of commitment loved me.

I placed a hand on her cheek, lifting her head to look into my eyes.

"I love you!" I spoke nervously, taking the kiss I've been longing to steal. I missed the way her buttery soft lips worked with mine. How I would always end up with Nivea lip butter all over my lips because she would never stop applying it to her lips. The way our tongues fought for dominance. The way her hands tugged at my hair. I missed her.

"I love you to!" She spoke, snaking her arms around my waist as we were pulled closer.

My hands roamed her back, gently massaging her, as I was afraid to hurt her. She really had become skinnier. I could feel her individual bone, making a pang of hurt run through me. I was the reason she had let go. When had she tried to commit suicide? How did she not end up in the hospital? How is she not dead? Did God work a miracle?

I reluctantly pulled my lips away from hers, looking into her eyes.

"When did you try to kill yourself?" I asked, the question obviously bugging me.

She sighed, looking down at our intertwined fingers before meeting my curious eyes.

"Once two weeks ago. Once last week. The first time I tried overdosing on strong drugs but I couldn't get the damn cap to open. Second, I tried bringing the blade to my neck but I couldn't find the heart to do it..." She admitted as tears filled my eyes.

"Im the cause of this..." I whispered, caressing her cheek.

"No Marcel...you are not! I could've became like this all on my own! Don't blame yourself!" She spoke sternly, holding my one hand in both of hers.

"Lift up your sweater!" I demanded, not waisting any time before I pulled her sweater off of her head. The sight just about killed me.

(but with slightly more weight so shes not THAT skinny )

She had been broken and I was a dick of a boyfriend, not helping her. I thought back to her body before. Whenever we were in bed (haha,) I would marvel over how fit and skinny she was. She ahd a beautiful figure.

"That's it, were getting your life back on track!" I spoke, gently dragging her into the kitchen. Can you even gently drag somebody? I dont know.

I took out different foods and ingredients, beginning to make a large dinner.

Once I was finished, I set a large plate full of food in front of her weak body.

"Eat it all! You dont have to rush, take it slow!" I spoke, hanging her two bottles of water. She gulped nodding as she shakily picked up her fork. I sat beside her as she poked her fork in, hesitantly putting it inside her mouth as she chewed.

I'm pretty sure it took an hour but she finally finished the whole dish without gagging. She looked down at her plate, realizing there was nothing left. Her eyes gained their sparkle, as she stood up, cheering as she jumped around. I laughed, joining in as I pulled her close.

"We'll continue doing that for a week and by then you should have your beautiful healthy figure back!" I smiled, pressing my lips against hers. That's exactly what we did and after one week she had her figure back. She had stopped self harming and she seemed happier than she was before she became broken. Her eyes sparkled and were bright and inviting.

Her smile never left and she was constantly laughing.

She had become better and it made me feel good to know even though I was the cause of her depression, I helped fix her.

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