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.


32. Endless supply [17 chapters left]



   "Harry!" I shouted, the loud sound of glass piercing through the air. Marcel had slammed Harry against the balcony door, causing the glass to shatter. He stumbled back onto the deck, the cold air instantly filling the room. Harry shook his head of hair, pieces of glass flying to the side. Small lines of blood traveled down his body, one deeper cut right beneath his eye.

   "Get out of here Gabriella!" Marcel shouted, his body instantly in front of mine as he shoved me back. I yelped in pain as my back made contact with the wall. A banging pulsed throughout my head as I bit my lip in order to maintain my scream.

   As of right now, Harry was unable to move due to his loss of blood. I worried for him. I prayed for him to be fine. Marcel had my shoulders pinned against the wall, pressing them painfully against the hard surface. I could feel his palm indent the skin as I tried not to shove him off. 

   "Marcel. Please. I know the guy I love is somewhere in there! Please, ow!" I cried out in pain as his hand met my cheek. I wanted to cry but I was more in shock as to the fact he had physically hurt me. The one thing he promised never to do. I felt the skin tingle due to the impact as he set his jaw in anger.

   "Shut the fuck up! You disgust me! Always have always will!" He seethed as I let the tears fall freely. Was I the only one truly in the relationship? Did he ever love me?

   "Then why did you begin dating me? Why did you tell me you love me?" I asked, my voice quiet and weak, cracking mid-sentence.

   "I lied." He smirked, my eyes widening.

   "Marcel. Do you not see what you're doing? If you continue hurting her, she'll going to look towards death for relief. You'll be the cause of her life. You!" Harry spat, the cuts on his arms now healing. The blood was long gone, but the skin was raw.

   "I never wanted to hurt you Ella. I never did. You're better without me. You always were." He whispered, his hand gently caressing his jaw. His voice was to soft for his drunken state but somehow I knew he was truthful. I wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him but I knew I couldn't.

   "Marcel. I'm always better with you!" I reassured him, my hand resting on his jawline. He leaned into my touch, and for the first time in a while I saw tears leave his eyes. They travelling down his cheeks rapidly, his his eyelashes curled from his eyelids, wet with the liquid.

   His cheeks were red from the anger before and his rosy lips trembled, as he placed his hand over mine. His very slight facial hair, tickled the palm of my hand as I smiled ever so slightly. Come back to me Marcel. I know you can. I felt for him. Pain makes people change. And he had to go through the worst form of all. Bullying.

   He was tormented, and harassed until one day he felt he needed to point to prove. Everybody needs inspiration. He had none. People with large hearts are always the ones suffering. Knowing the Marcel only I had seen, his heart could fill the world with love and love alone. He was a tormented soul, beaten until he found the only way to make people stop. To change. Im not denying I think this Marcel is beyond fucking sexy but nobody should have to change. Things will get better and thats what I wanted him to know. Marcel had started a fire in my heart, and soon my whole body was burning with love and passion. I wanted him to understand that I'd always love him. I'd always be here for him but I needed space.

   "I'm so sorry Ella. I shouldn't have killed the people you loved. I shouldn't have killed anybody. I shouldn't have changed. I should be wearing sweater vests and ironed, loose pants but I changed. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry..." He cried, the amount of tears dramatically increasing. Harry stood behind Marcel shocked he had revealed himself so vulnerable. 

   "I understand Marcel. See? I'll never hate you! You have to stop assuming that! You have to tell me how you feel because otherwise I wont know! If you were to just tell me things, maybe they wouldn't cause problems in the future." I spoke softly, gently massaging his cheek.

   "I know. I know. I'll find a way Ella. I'll find a way to tell you everything." He assured me, tilting my head up so that our eyes met. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. Just once. He leaned his head down, our lips touching as an instant smile formed on my lips. 

   He almost seemed shocked as I kissed him back but he knew he had an endless supply of my kisses. They would never end. I stood on the tip of my toes, my arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled me closer to him.

   I heard Harry clear his throat as I gasped, pulling away.

   "Oh. Sorry Harry." I apologized quickly, smoothing my hair down. I could see the jealousy in his eyes but I pushed it off. Surely the dream was inaccurate. It had to be.

   "Ella, so do you forgive me, please?" Marcel asked with pleading eyes.




Hehe, cliffhanger! Love you to aha! So sorry  I havent been on much life has been quite aggravating and depressing lately :( Anyways, love ya guys and keep the trilogy names coming, I have one right now which is amazing! :)




If you read this all comment if I should end at a trilogy or not :) x


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