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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7. My mistake

Chapter 6

 

 

   I let the silence linger for just a few more seconds before squirming in Marcel's arms, turning to face him. He smiled down at me as I grinned, letting my head rest against his chest. The warmth of his skin radiated as I was enveloped in warmth. I pulled my arm up, setting my hand on his chest as I traced the outline of his butterfly tattoo.

   His hand rested on my back as I left a kiss between his two swallows.

   "I love you." I whispered, as I slid my hand across his torso and moved it onto his back where I snuggled closer to him.

   "I love you more!" He whispered back as I smiled, tilting my head back so I could look up at him. He smiled back down at me, taking my cheek in his hand as I was brought up for a kiss. I smiled into it, slightly parting my lips as his tongue ran across my bottom lip.

   Knowing as of right now I wasn't in the mood, I pulled away leaving small kisses on the corner of his lips.

   "Damn, fucking tease..." Marcel groaned as I giggled, getting up.

   "Come on!" I spoke, tugging at his arm as he looked at me confused.

   "Where are we going?" He asked, sliding off of the bed and onto his feet. I looked at him, smiling before replying.

   "The club!" I responded as he smiled, leaving a kiss on my cheek. He told me to go get ready as I walked into my closet, thumbing through all my clothes. Hm...what about something outside of my comfort zone? Nah, I'm pretty comfortable in everything.

   I found a dress I haven't worn in a while, pulling it off it's hanger as the hanger flew to the ground. I sighed, leaving it there as I picked out some white strap heels. Perfect. I set my outfit on the bed, finding my undergarments, placing it on top of the pile.

   "I'm going to stop by my house real quick, pick up some clothes. I'll be back soon!" He spoke quietly as a quick kiss was placed on my lips. I nodded, kissing back quickly before walking into my bathroom, stripping from my clothes. I heard a whistle as my eyes widened. The hole in the wall still wasn't fixed!

   I stood in front of the hole, glaring at Marcel as he chuckled, blowing me a kiss before walking out of my room. I laughed silently to myself as I removed the rest of the cloth from my body. I quickly took a shower, brushed my teeth and curled my hair, Marcel already back by the time I finished. He was currently watching me apply mascara.

   "You don't need any of that shit!" He smiled as I smiled back, rolling my eyes. I didn't want to say I feel prettier with it because even though I do, I still feel fine natural. I didn't want to say it's a girl thing because not all girls wear makeup.

   I finished with my eyes, applying some lip balm before walking over to my clothes on the bed. I made sure the towel stay wrapped around me as I slightly bent down to pick them up. I found my bra and underwear, walking back into my bathroom and closing the door as I changed into them. I dropped the towel, setting it in the laundry hamper as I walked back out, minimal material covering my body.

   Marcel bit his lips as I giggled, pulling my dress from beneath my heels. The lavender material was cold in my hand, the white lace that covered it accenting it. I scrunched it up, slipping it up my legs until it was in place and fit.

   "Can you zip the back please?" I asked, turning around as I brought all of my hair over my shoulder. Silence lingered before I felt Marcel's hands tug at the zipper. He finished, gently massaging my shoulders as I smiled, tilting my head back as I earned a kiss.

   "Thank you." I spoke, turning back around to sit on the bed as I pulled the heels onto my small feet. I stood up, spinning in a circle as Marcel admired me.

   "You look...stunning!" He exclaimed as I blushed, my cheeks increasing their color. I observed Marcel my heart beating wildly. He looked hot...I'm not going to lie! Especially in his skinny jeans. I noticed he liked wearing those...


(without the sunglasses though...)

 

 

   "Shall we?" I spoke in a posh voice as I extended my arm towards my lover. He nodded, his hand fitting in mine perfectly as we were led out of my bedroom, soon walking down the sidewalk.

   

*

 

   You know how some people drink their guilt away? Well...I was one of those girls. I have had four shots right now and I wasn't stopping anytime soon. My mind thought back to when I was about to get raped by a guy I barely knew.

   "One more..." I spoke, my words slurred as my vision blurred. It was beyond easy to get me drunk. The bar tender looked at me skeptically before filling up another glass and sliding it in front of me.

   "Marcel...come dance with me!" I giggled, finding him talking to a friend...I think.

   "Angel, I need to talk to him real quick. Calm down on the alcohol!" He chuckled as he winked. I think.

   "Don't tell me what to do," I pouted, my anger growing. Did I also mention it was easy for me to get mad when I was drunk?

   "I don't want you to do something stupid!" Marcel replied, not even looking at me. I stomped my foot, storming off into the swarm of intoxicated dancing teens. I found my way to the middle, swaying my hips to the music as my arms were thrown above my head.

   "What's a pretty lady like you doing out here?" A guy walked up as I squinted my eyes.

   "My boyfriend doesn't want to dance with me." I giggled as I thought I saw him smirked.

   "Well, I'll take his spot!" He replied as I felt hands place themselves on my waist. I smiled, grinding my hips against his as I bent down, letting his hands cup my bum. After a few moments, I came back up, turning to face him.

   "Let's get out of here!" I spoke eagerly, begging myself to stop. On the inside I knew what I was doing was wrong but my drunk self didn't have any self control. He nodded his head, pulling me out the back exit as we emerged into an alley. I pushed him against the wall, my lips finding his as his tongue immediately traced my bottom lip.

   I granted him access, parting my lips as his hands roamed my body. I tore his shirt off, discarding it beside me. His hand began unzipping my dress before he was harshly ripped away from my clutches.

   I heard groans as I looked to my right. Marcel was beating every last piece of life from the poor guy. Blood as puddling around the guy as I begged Marcel to stop.

   "I won't hesitate to let the punch hit me instead of him, don't forget that Marcel!" I warned as his fist froze mid-punch. He groaned, rolling his eyes as he stood up from his position, pinning the guy. I was about to talk before the guy took this as an opportunity to reach his arm up and pull my dress down. I gasped, anger pulsing through me as I quickly pulled it up, pinning him to the ground. I pulled him up, slamming him against the wall. I never knew I was this strong.

   "Don't you fucking touch me!" I growled as he laughed, angering me.

   "You seemed fine with it a few minutes ago. Why don't I get rid of lover boy over there? Would that change your mind?" He asked as I glared at him, my anger bursting through me. I kneed him, sending multiple punches to any part of his body before wrapping my arms around him and twisting his neck as I heard a crack. Marcel had been trying to tell me to stop but the crack stopped his protest.

   "Ella, this isn't you! I'm being honest when I say you're turning into me!" Marcel spoke, his eyes wide open with shock as the guy fell to the ground. I rolled my eyes, pulling his body up and dragging him into the trashcan.

   "It's your fault for leaving!" I spat, angry with myself. I was so hormonal. I had taken three lives already.

   "Keep this up and you'll be more dangerous than me!" He warned as my heart broke but my posture remained straight.

   "Oh well..." I shrugged, slightly stumbling from the amount of alcohol I had consumed. Marcel caught me in his arms as I let the tears fall. I'm being ruthless and I hated it. Just ask that guy.

   Oh wait! He's dead because I killed him.

   My mistake.

 

 

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Guys, I'm crying. I heard Harry used to self harm and thats why he wears bracelets. is that true? Apparently Gemma confirmed it! I dont know, I feel heartbroken right now. I'm so confused on what to believe but if its true...well Im a Harry girl so imagine how it'll feel!

Btw Ive had an OBSESSION with 5sos lately and im part of the 5sosfam now apparently yeah. Im a Luke girl..just saying :D Okay, love you, bye :D Xx

 

~gabriella//

 

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