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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17. silent treatment **unedited**

 

I woke up, feeling an empty space beside me. I turned my head to see Marcels empty spot. I sighed, kicking the blankets off of me. Seriously, what crawled up his ass? If he would've beat the guy to death, he'd end up in jail. I stopped him, don't I get some kind of praise? Nope, I get the silent treatment.

I rolled over, pressing my cheek against the pillow as I yelped, sitting up. My cheek was aching and bruised. I slowly put  hand to it, feeling the dried up scar. I winced in pain, cuddling deeper into the blankets. It was beyond freezing cold. I looked around, desperate to find the source of cold air.

It took a few seconds but my eyes landed on my window which was wide open along with my balcony doors. I rolled my eyes, getting up as I ran to close them, wanting to beat the nippy air. Once I finished I dashed back into my bed, forgetting about my bed as I landed on my cheek, screaming out in agonizing pain. I must have sounded like I was being murdered, and Marcel still didnt come up.

I rolled my eyes, slowly pushing myself up as I walked out of my bedroom, peeking in Emmas bedroom where she slept on her bed peacefully. I slightly smiled, continuing until I reached the stairs. My back began to ache and I already knew why. When I had been punched I landed on the ground. On my back which caused any previous pain to come soaring back.

I slowly made my way down, holding my back as I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to exclude the pain. Nothing worked. I finally reached the last step, placing my feet on the cold tiled ground as I walked into the kitchen. Marcel stood hovering over the oven cooking...omelettes?

"Those look good!" I smiled, trying to make conversation but I was left hanging. You know, whenever I talk my cheek hurts like hell so he better consider it a damn nice gesture I just talked.

"Why are you so pissed off?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Once more he stayed silent, piling two omelettes onto his plate as he walked into the living room. I dont even get one? This boy has problems! I sighed, walking out to stand beside him. I stared at him for a good minute or so before I rolled my eyes, sighing as I walked back into the kitchen.

I took a granola bar, heading back upstairs and into my bedroom. Once I firmly slammed my door shut, I took my phone, resting it between my ear and shoulder as it began ringing. If you're wondering, I had already dialed the number.

It rang a few times before an unfamiliar voice answered on the other end.

"Uh, hello. Is Marsha there? I'm her grand daughter, Ella." I said, confusion worked into my voice.

My grandma was the only person left in my family, my parents, grandfather and everybody behind them were gone. Even kids, cousins and uncles were gone. I had nobody but her.

"Honey, I'm so sorry to inform you- Marsha passed away last night." She said sympathetically as my eyes widened.

"W-What? S-She's gone?" I asked, my voice cracking mid-sentence.

"I'm so sor-," She began before I cut her off.

"HOW COME NOBODY FELT THE NEED TO TELL ME? IM HER ONLY LIVING FAMILY LEFT, WE DEPENDED ON EACH OTHER AND YOU DON'T EVEN TELL ME!" I screamed, pulling at my hair as if it were going to pull out.

"Ma'am calm down..." The lady spoke sternly as I rolled my eyes.

"THATS NOT RIGHT! BEING HER ONLY FAMILY LEFT I DESERVE TO KNOW THAT SHES GONE! IM DONE WITH THIS BULL SHIT.'' I shouted, harshly pressing the end button as I threw my phone across my room. It hit my wall, landing on my rug. Thankfully it didn't break. Tears poured from my eyes as I collapsed onto the ground. My body doubled over, my head down by my knees as i sobbed into my hands. I stood up, stumbling as I walked over to my dresser.

I threw everything off, taking the mirror and smashing it to the ground. The glass shattered into a billion little pieces as I let out a frustrated scream. I tore everything off of my bed, kicking the mattress multiple times. Next, I tore everything out of my night stand, shattering everything I could.

"WHY?" I screamed, leaning my forehead against the wall.

I let out another scream of frustration, sending my fist through my wall, creating a large hole. It wasn't good for the house but oh well...I was...pissed, depressed, angered...pretty much everything! I walked into my bathroom, using my elbows for support on the counter as I cried. I swear I could've caused the tsunami in Japan but you know...yeah.

Another wave of anger hit me as my fist smashed into the large bathroom mirror. I closed my eyes tightly as little pieces of glass rained down, cutting me in various places.

I held in my profanities as the glass finally landed on the floor, some stuck in my skin.

Guess what? After all of this, Marcel STILL didnt come up.

I groaned, stepping on the broken glass as I headed out into my disaster of a bedroom. I walked out, down the stairs into the kitchen. Taking tweezers, I pulled the small pieces of glass from my skin, wincing each time. My fist had begun turning shades of purple, black, blue and...brown?

I rolled my eyes, pulling the last piece of glass from my skin. Since I stepped on the glass, my feet were cut up which meant I was tracking blood through the house. I stood still, holding the tweezers in my hand as I slammed  my hand to the counter, well my safe hand, the tweezers poking into them. Not enough to draw blood but sure hell enough to hurt.-

"GOD DAMMIT MARCEL I FUCKING HATE YOU!'' I screamed, tears gushing from my eyes. I walked out to stand beside Marcel as he kept his gaze on the television screen. I rolled my eyes, standing in front of the television screen as I turned it off.

He didnt seem the bit fazed by my cut up, bruised appearance.

"I would rather look at my TV." He spoke monotonously, no emotion void in his voice.

"Look at what has happened to me! You don't even give a flying shit!" I yelled, tears dripping onto the ground. I ran back up to my bedroom, slamming the door shut as a loud sound echoed through the house.

I walked into my bathroom, finding what I was looking for...a blade. I hesitantly put it against my skin, pushing it down as I glided it across my wrist. It hurt so bad but any other pain was taken. I continued making slits all up and down my arm, blood dripping onto the ground. I began feeling lightheaded, knowing I had to stop.

I put the blade down, examining the blood gushing from my arm. I found an old towel, wrapping it around the cuts as I yelped in pain.

Once all the cuts had stopped bleeding, I applied a gauze over them all, protecting them from infection. I walked out of my bedroom, my arm in unbelievable pain. I slipped on a long sleeved, oversized sweater with some sweatpants as I sat out in the hallway. I laid on the floor, crying into my hands as I crazily sniffled.

My cheek hurt like hell, my hands pressing against it and tears rolling onto it. My fist was in pain from punching my mirror and walls and the rest of my body burned.

It was so painful, words just couldn't explain. My back hurt like hell from my fall down the stairs.

~~.~~ 

 

Marcel and I had been officially dating for three weeks and ever since that incident he still hasn't talked to me. I have barely eaten anything these past few weeks and I can now easily count my ribs. Every time I try to eat, I end up vomiting it out. I haven't stopped crying and people at school look at me worried. At night, Marcel only used me as a heat source, sometimes he didn't even touch me, just turned his back towards me.

It was a Sunday afternoon, Marcel doing his typical routine, watching television. This time I stood in his way, determined to to move.

"I'd rather look at the TV!'' He spoke monotonously, reminding me of the night a few weeks ago.

"Why are you doing this to me? Do you not see what I have become?" I spoke as calmly as I could, my voice cracking multiple times within the sentences.

Silence.

"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!" I screamed, instantly shutting up when I spoke the last three words.

Marcel's eyes widened as he finally looked into my eyes.

"You love me?" He asked in a deep, surprised voice.

"Uh, no. I didn't mean it like...I have to go!" I said, rushing up to my bedroom as I took my keys and phone.

I quickly rushed downstairs, almost to the door before Marcel took my arm in his hand. My eyes widened with pain as his fingers were pressed against my cut.

"Get your hand off of me!" I growled, trying to pull my arm away. He let go but stood in front of the door blocking him.

"You love me?" He repeated as I sighed.

"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!" I admitted, slumping down in defeat.

He placed his hand on my cheek...since it healed, and lifted my head to look him in the eyes.

"I love you!" He spoke, pressing his lips against mine.

"I love you to!" I muttered against his lips, wrapping my arms around his waist as I pulled him closer. 

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