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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37. Was I ever? *unedited* [12 chapters left]


Dammit After is killing me! I'm literally crying from reading that! GAH! Anna, why? The feels and God dammit, Hessa! Okay, done :) Anyways, major events are coming up which will lead to the final chapter. (Sneak peak- Ella might not live in Florida much longer;)) So yeah :) Hope you enjoyed it :) xx

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  I woke, my body warmer then when I had fallen asleep. I painfully craned my neck, only to see the balcony doors closed. Did somebody come and close them? Events reoccurred in my head, and ever so faintly I remember waking up early this morning. There was a guy, wasn't it Harry? My thoughts were a fog, poisonous in every way. My hands pushed me off the hard floor, as I flexed my body, trying to relieve myself of the ache. Although nothing could help the ache of my heart.

   I sniffled, my throat scratchy. I felt like trash, and I could guarantee I looked like it. I stood onto my feet, slightly swaying as I pushed my hair from my face. I tried to say anything, desperate to know whether I could use my voice but it was useless. My yelling from before had taken my voice away from me. The only thing I could use to convince myself things would be okay.

   The only thing that emitted, were a few strangled coughs, and wheezing. Not even a faint echo of a sound. Everything. Gone. Empty and void. Just like my heart. I wanted to disappear and never come back but the immature, clingy girl within me knew it wouldn't work. The moment I heard Marcels voice, I'd come running back faster then a runner in a marathon. I wanted to say goodbye and move on just as he had, but nothing helped anymore. I couldn't forgive him but I couldn't move on. I was stuck in a pitiful middle that tore every piece of me to pieces smaller then the sharpened, glass fragments.

   I wobbled from the room, thankful I could get my cast off today. Using my good hand, I pulled my phone from my pocket, only to have the tears return to my coffee colored eyes.

   Hey babe. I wanted to come and see you but problems rose in California. I had to go back, I'm so so sorry!

   Harry had texted that hours ago. He was already high in the air, above the clouds. I sobbed into my hands, sitting on the last step as I sobbed.

   "No, no, no. Why does everything hate me?" I mumbled quietly, unable to control my sobs. The moans of a new girl from our- his bedroom didn't help nay ounce of the pain. It was as if he hadn't gone to sleep. Instead, he found a new girl to fuck.

   The thought drove a dagger into my heart but in some twisted way, I knew it had always been there. Marcel simply dug it deeper with every blow, every hurtful mistake he made. He would never change and I was to addicted to his love to realize how I was hurting myself. I respected myself to much to let Marcel hurt me any further. Although at this point, I'm sure I was already broken to the point where nothing else could faze me.

   I sat for several minutes, sobbing before I stood, hurrying my shoes on. I had forgotten what I planned to do, but now I planned to get this damn cast off. I slid the keys from the hook suspending near the door, hurrying out to the car. The ride seemed timeless, my eyes empty of emotion. It was as if I were living my life in black and white while everybody else laughed and smiled in color.

   I soon arrived at the clinic, signing my name as I took a seat, waiting my turn. Not even a minute before I sat down, a lady and her daughter walked in. The daughter held her moms hand tightly, her pigtails swinging with each step she took.

   I wonder if I could ever have what that mother did. A younger one to love them and look up to them. Surely not. It was Marcel were talking about after all. He had told me numerous times he didn't want children and that his decision was final. It had hurt but I was to love struck to be hurt. Now the thought came hurdling back, breaking every piece of being I retained.

   "Mommy? Where's daddy?" She spoke, her voice high, as she looked up at her mother while admiration filled eyes.

   Before she could respond, a tall, lean male rushed through the door and over to the mother and daughter.

   "Sorry I'm late. The meeting continued longer then I had anticipated!" He spoke, pressing a kiss to his lovers temple.

   "Daddy!" The small, fragile girl exclaimed as he laughed, bending down and picking her up.

   "Hi babygirl." He smiled, settling her on his hip.

   Her arms wrapped around him, enveloping him in a hug as he squeezed her tightly back. A tear involuntarily escaped my eyes as I quickly wiped it away. The father looked my way, quickly smiling before joining his partner in the seats across the room.

   "Gabriella?" A nurse asked, opening the door as people looked around. I smiled, standing up as I made my way towards the open door. The nurse smiled, leading me in. She recorded any normal things, and finally it was time to remove this hideous cast that I had come to hate.

   Before I could process time, I was able to flex my arm freely, a genuine smile leaving my lips. Soon enough I could leave, and all to soon I was standing in front of our house door. Should I walk in? I needed to but I didn't want to.

   Before I could turn away, some random pink haired girl came stumbling out. I quickly moved to my right, avoiding her path. She wore only some pants and a bra, her shirt hung over her arm. She giggled uncontrollably, Marcel stumbling out behind her. His breath reeked of alcohol and I flinched.

   Not again...

   I needed to get away from this. I wasn't safe anymore.

   Question is...was I ever?

 

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Sorry its short but I gotts go to school bye!

 

if you read this all comment when I should publish the trilogy

   

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