She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over something
she had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.

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30. Carelessly + A/N

 

   The first persons house I could think of was Harrys but he was across the country. I settled for Jake, knowing he'd let me stay as long as I needed. I was absolutely furious with Marcel but a certain fear pulled at my every nerve. Would this be like last time? Several months apart, or even worse? Would we never mend this large dent he's set in our love? Would we ever forgive and forget?

   I nervously knocked on his door as the bus drove off. I heard footsteps scurry across the door before the door flung open.

   "Ella?" Jake asked surprised, embracing me as I smiled lightly, embracing him back.

   "Hi..." I spoke, my voice weak as it cracked.

   "Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away just enough so that he could see me. His arms stayed wrapped around me as I looked up at him with glossy eyes. I wanted to nod. I wanted to nod so bad but I knew I couldn't keep running from my problems. The more I ran away, the closer they got.

   "M-Marcel and I...g-got engaged...an...and I found out." I paused, trying to think of how to phrase it.

   "Some things and I broke the engagement.." I finished, letting tears roll freely down my cheeks.

   "You got engaged?" He asked in shock as I nodded, biting my lip to hold in the tears that pushed against my eyelid.

   "Aw, come in!" Jake hurried to say, his arm looping around my waist as he gently led me into his familiar house.

   "The guest room is still available is you need it." Jake mentioned as I nodded, sniffling as I managed a small thank you. I was so grateful he didn't push me to tell what Marcel had done. I'm absolutely done with his past continuously making its way into the present but I would never betray his secret like that. 

   "I-I'm going to go and uh, lay down." I spoke, quietly and awkwardly as he nodded, removing his arm from my waist. I walked down the hall like a broken infant, lost without it's teddy bear as I glumly open the door. He killed Annabelle. He killed my parents. He was the reason for all of this. He's the reason I cry myself to sleep.

   I mustered a smile, admiring the simplicity of the small yet spacious room. The bed was neatly made, but the room still smelled of Harry. It still smelled of a refreshing scent mixed with something Marcel simply carried with him. I loved the scent, it could lull me to sleep or keep me wide awake.

   Tears welled in my eyes as I remembered all the nights I would pull Marcel's t-shirt over my head, breathing in the lingering smell. It would always make me smile, it was something I couldn't control. I fell down onto the bed, the mattress curving beneath my weight. I stayed in this position, simply thinking about what would come.

   Would this be the end of Marcel and I for good?

   Did we still have hope or did it completely vanish? Die along with my parents and best friend.

   In reality, I'm blaming myself. I pushed Marcel to tell me. I told him it wouldn't change my opinion on him and yet I let it. He trusted me to believe he had changed, which he had, and I betrayed his trust.

   Tears rolled down my cheeks as I dove deeper into the element. This was my fault. I'm the reason for both of our broken hearts.

   I knew that he had the equal blame but I wouldn't admit to that. I wouldn't put him down so instead I did, myself.

   I  lifted my head up, two tear stains beside each other on the blanket. I sniffled, trying to regain breath again. I couldn't blame this on myself, nor could I towards him. I had spent the whole period of our relationship either blaming myself or attempting to blame him, which I could never do.

   He was my one and only, and blaming him would be like calling an angel a demon. It was completely inaccurate.

   What I wanted most was to run back to our house, fling myself into his arms and be peppered with his kisses. I wanted him to hold me tight, I wanted him to mumble how much he loved me. I wanted him in general and the love I held for him was overpowering. But I couldn't. I couldn't go back.

   As long as he's made me happy, he's also caused several years of pain and tears. I remember the first time I tried to kill myself...

   I sniffled at the thought. I was only fourteen. I thought if I died, I could be with the three people I cared for the most. I had tried hanging myself but my friend dashed into my room, saving me before I could die. Although I'm thankful she kept me alive, I wasn't at the time.

   I wanted nothing more to die. Nothing more than to close my eyes and wake up with my parents and Annabelle smiling down at me. I thought of it as my only escape.  It wasn't...and it never was but at the time my thoughts scattered carelessly across a barren earth.

   I wanted to hear his sorry and know he truly meant it. But the word sorry has been overused and abused. After a while, it just begins losing its meaning.

   I let my tears lull me to sleep, and that night the dreams were worse then they had ever been.

 

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SOrry for the horribly horrid chapter but I wanted to get something up for you guys :) Love ya ♥

~gabriella//

 

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