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.


42. Happy wall [7 chapters left]

Marcels PoV


   "Ella.." I bothered, walking towards her small, fragile body. It had been hours since she passed out and I was unbelievably happy she was well. I couldn't bare if anything happened to her. Shitty as I am at proving it, she made me beyond happy. Maybe it was the way her small hands would hold mine or the way the taste of her lips vanished all my demons, but she made me happy. I never thought my actions would haunt me, take away the one thing most important to me but it did. If I wouldn't have turned into a train wreck, I'd still be happy. People would still like me. Yet I wouldn't have Ella and I'd much rather be a train wreck with her then some perfect student without her. She was like my anchor and I didnt know how to prove it, but I would.

   "Please talk.." I pleaded, wanting her to scream at me as opposed to staying silent. A quiet sob escaped her lips as she tried to retain it and my heart shattered into billions of tiny shards of glass. The sound pierced through my heart and ripped open every scar I was trying to desperately to heal. That quiet little sound could drive me insane.

   "Please, babe. Don-,"

   "Don't call me that." She demanded and I was thankful she could get that much out. I guess I never let out how I felt in front of Ella. When she was hurt, I'd cry but never in front of her. When I cried, it was maybe a tear or two but then they were gone like the wind, vanished. I refused to cry in front of girls but this wasn't any girl this was Ella. I broke down into hysterics, falling to my knees as my head rested on her lap.

   "Ella, don't leave me. You can't leave me. I need you, so God damn fucking much." I sobbed, fisting her shirt as her hand soothingly massaged my scalp. She had to believe me. I would do God damn anything to make her mine. I screw up more then anybody knows and I don't deserve Ella but I knew one thing. We were in love and nothing could break that. We're not those TV relationships where they can't keep their shit together. We're different. They don't have a love like Ella and I do. They don't understand what it's like to look into her eyes and see your world. Ella was my world, no less.

   "What can I do to get you back?"

   "Bring back my parents and Annabelle." She cried, as another dagger pierced through my already broken heart. Out of all the answers and that's the one she chooses. The one I cant go through with because I hung out with dick heads who seemed cool then but are costing my future now. She's my future, the only thing I have to look forward to.

    "Baby, you know I would if I could." I tried to convince her, but one name left her lips that absolutely destroyed.

    "I want Harry." She cried, and I officially lost all hope. She was calling out for Harry because I couldnt be good enough for her. I couldn't give her everything she clearly deserved.

   "I'm so sorry."

   "No, I'm done with your sorrys. Why couldnt you just leave me to die with Dylan or Ryder? I'd rather live through that pain, knowing they hated me then this where I loved you and you broke me repeatedly." She spoke quietly, my eyes widening. I screwed up so bad, she wishes she were with someone who tried murdering her. Thats how far I pushed her. Across the cliff and straight over the edge.

   "Ella, you dont mean that. Please, dont-,"

   "Stop talking to me. Go get drunk, break everything and hurt me some more. Ive been done for a long time." She muttered monotonously as I sighed, getting up from my knees. Ive tried anything I could imagine and theres nothing that could rebond us the way we were. I wanted so desperately to smash our lips together and jog her memory. Make her remember why we fought so hard. Although as the minutes passed, it was obvious those memories were long forgotten.

   Get drunk. Isnt that all I know how to do? I sighed, starting towards the fridge and pulling a bottle of vodka from its position into my hands. I observed the bottle, debating whether or not I should. I glanced over my shoulder at Ella who sat broken and I popped the lid off. Anything to rid my mind of her tears. Tears that I caused.

   I poured the liquid down my throat and I saw Ella flinch due to the smell. She never enjoyed when I drank and yet here I am, drowning my sorrows in the only way remotely familiar to me. Good old vodka. Itd make all the pain go away only to slam back against me the next morning. Yet for those few hours of peace, I could forget that I ever fell in love.  Love is a war and I was ready to fight. Only to find out I'm all out of bullets.


Ellas PoV


   I hated the smell of alcohol, but living with Marcel I had become use to it. Maybe it was the fact he considered it his only escape or the fact I learned the detect it so I could run when hes drunk but I knew it all to well. I heard the liquid slosh down his throat and I flinched in disgust. How much more of this could I take? Not even over Annabelles death was I this disconnected from the world, yet here I am simply arguing with Marcel and its like I've lost all will to live.

   All will to breath. Maybe if I stop breathing I could be in a better place. No, no. As much as I disliked Marcel right now, I wouldn't leave him alone. Theres a difference between leaving him, and him being alone and me dying, him being alone. Entirely different, dont you see? In ways, I guess I wanted to thank Marcel. Thank him for being all the things I had to say goodbye too. At this point I was thinking gibberish and nothing I thought made any sense. 

   I looked back, only to find Marcel opening the door to another girl. How long had I zoned out? Obviously longer then a few minutes. He laughed, sweeping her up bridal style as he carried her upstairs. What did I expect, a knight in shining armor? He wasn't no where close. He was the devil in aluminium foil. I guess I could keep something happy in mind, looking back when I wanted a happy tomorrow but everything I came up with soon vanished as Marcel slammed the bedroom door upstairs shut.

   Even the darkest nights will end and the sun will rise.

  True but my night seemed to spend an eternity in the dark. The world continued, people living and laughing like normal, not knowing my heart laid shattered on the ground. Hidden in their laughs was a broken girl, to in love to stay yet to scared to leave.

   I could give myself hope, or I could give myself reality. I could convince myself I would leave, or admit to myself that I'd be stuck here. Whichever I chose was up to me and the choice was ripping each fragment of my being apart.

   Time to decide what I'm going to be from here on out. Or maybe I could wait a few days. Months. Years. Give me time to pick myself back up. If I ever did. Which I wouldn't but the thought of being in a complete state of oblivion comforted me in some sick, twisted way.

   "Don't tell me you love me, show me." I whispered, knowing nobody could hear my plea for help.

   Okay, Ella. Time to begin making sense. 

   I stood from my position, straightening myself out as I headed upstairs and into the art room I had created, Ignore the grunts and moans. You can do this Ella. I sighed, pulling more cans of paint out as I began painting my feelings. Let's just say it wasn't a very happy wall.





Guess what sucks major ass? This chapter, but Im just REALLY tired and excited for the ending :) Hope you enjoyed and love yaa :) x



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