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.


24. Don't leave


   I groaned, squinting my eyes shut in pain as I felt the goosebumps shake and rise on the surface of my chilled skin. Marcel looked over at me worried but for his sake, I pulled together a painless smile, a smile of his own tugging at his tinted lips as he looked back towards the television which suspended right in front of the bed.

   I pressed my lips together in agony, quietly moving to clutch my stomach as I withheld a groan. My stomach hurt so fucking bad.

   "I'm going to go to the bathroom!" I managed to squeak as he nodded, never diverting his eyes from the screen which I was truthfully grateful for. I held onto my queasy stomach as I walked out of our room, finding the nearest bathroom as I walked in, closing the door gently so that it made no sound. Another round of goosebumps tackled my skin as I slid along the wall, falling onto my butt. I leaned my head back to rest against the wall as I brought my knees up to my chest.

   "So much damn pain.." I whispered through gritted teeth, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to dissipate the rising discomfort. Each time I swallowed it felt like a shit load of bricks was poured into my pried open mouth, carelessly scratching and tearing the tissues of my stomach. In reality, I'm not due for my period for another two weeks so what was making me feel like this?

   I tried to stand, my action only proving faulty as I fell back onto my ground, yelping in pain as my back hit the corner of the counter.

   "Ow..." I said, pulling the word out as I laid in a heap on the cold tiled ground. A numbing pain smeared across my back as I winced in pain every time I tried to rise from my fallen slumber.

   "God, my hurts so bad!" I whispered to myself, tears slowly glossing over my boring brown eyes. Marcel always called them a bright, beautiful amber but I always saw nothing but a dull, lifeless brown.

   "Babe, are you okay? You've been in there for twenty minutes!" I heard Marcel say as he fist gently knocked against the solid door.

   "Y-Yeah, just looking for something!" I lied, weakly pulling a cabinet open as I ran my hand through it, knocking things over to make it sound like I was truly in search of an object.

   "Then why is the door locked and closed?" He asked as another big hit of pain sunk into my stomach, quickly may I add. As I attempted to rise, just as before, I fell back onto the ground causing a loud thud to echo through the interior of the bathroom.

   "Ella? Are you okay? What's going on?" I heard Marcel panic as the sound reached his ears. His knocks became louder as I constant pounding emitted through the wood, the knob contonously wiggling, Marcel desperately oping he could open it.

   "It hurts so fucking bad..." I whispered, rolling over onto my side.

   "Ella? Ella? Open the door babe!" Marcel said, his voice loud as the banging volume increased.

   "Sh, quiet it down!" I croaked, lazily pushing a finger to my lips as it slid down my cheek, falling onto the floor.

   "Baby? Open up, now please! Ella? Please!" Marcel pleaded as I attempted to reach for the knob. It was simply to far.

   "To far away, God, Marcel this hurts!" I cried, my voice booming in volume towards the end as another wave of agnozing suffering washed over me.

   "Baby, move away. I'm breaking this fucking door down!" I heard Marcel growl as I nodded ever so slightly, weakly placing my hand on the barrier of the bath tub, pulling my body away from the door.

   Just as I pulled my leg away, Marcel fist came bursting through the wood, little splinters flying variously amoung the small space. He stuck his arm through, turning the inside knob as he opened the door, rushing in.

   "Oh my God, angel!" Marcel gasped, hurrying over to my aid as I was lifted into his arm, my body frighteningly cold yet surprisingly hot.

   "My stomach!" I groaned, turning in his arms so that my face rest against his beautifully broad chest.

   "Babe, it's cold and all you're wearing is a tank top and shorts right now. You might have a cold!" He informed as I shuddered, inhaling his magnificent scent as I snuggled deeper into his warm hold.

   "Dont go, stay right here and never leave and food when it's cold and cold air when it's winter because winter is cold, just like it has been for the past nine-forty year-seconds, things..." I smiled slightly, cuddling with the blankets as Marcel placed me down.

   "Beautiful, you're sounding drunk!" Marcel laughed, standing up as he turned off the light. He turned to leave but I grasped his arm, stopping him in his tracks.


   "Babe, I'm going to turn the heat up and I'll come right back."

   "Mm," I hummed, letting him go as I tossed and turned, awaiting his arrival. After a good five minutes, his body sunk down beneath mine, his arms wrapping around my waist as I was pulled close.

   "Okay, maybe I feel better now." I admitted cheekily as Marcel chuckled, pulling me deeper into his embrace.

   "Don't leave?" I asked Marcel, my voice small and quiet.

   "Wouldn't even think about it."






Im sorry this is short but Im done with this, so fucking done. The constant names from left and right, people who pretend theyre my friend but theyre not. And here I am sitting fighting with this girl who I trusted. I just...I cant do this anymore...


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