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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26. When you need love *unedited*

 

 

   I felt hands wrap around my wrists, causing the knife to plunge into the air beside me.

   "No!" I screamed, tears falling faster than before as I hurried, trying to send the knife through my heart.

   "Ella!" Marcel shouted and before the knife reached my heart, it was diverted from it's track, instead stabbing into a near by water bottle. Water began spilling out of it as I removed the blade.

   "Ella!" Marcel shouted, the knife torn from my hold as I struggled to regain it. He held it high above my head as I groaned, jumping as high as I could in attempt to rid my life. That's what Marcel planned to do anyways. End my life with nothing more than a smirk and a simple sentence that would break me, explaining how he never loved me.

   I eventually stopped trying, collapsing to the ground as I sobbed into the heel of my hand, my eyes ashing but I ignored the pain.

   "Ella, baby, what happened?" Marcel asked, bending down next to me. Although I wasn't looking at him, it was evident that he was crying. It may have been the way his voice cracked or maybe it was the tears dripping on my leg.

   "Don't kill me, please." I pleaded, my voice soft and high as if I were a young child begging for mercy.

   "Angel, I would never. Where are you getting all of this? I get back from Jake's and next thing I know I hear screams!" Marcel spoke as I sniffled, grasping his arm.

   "Wait, so you never actually said you've never experienced true love?" I asked, lifting my head as I looked into Marcel's eyes. He shook his head, looking oddly down at my small frame as I sniffled. I looked up to wear a piece of cloth pushed his curls off his forehead, pulling them back. I observed how his eyes were red and puffy from crying at my expense. My eyes than diverted to the tattoos just below his collarbone. Through his white shirt, it was easy to see the traces of each inked design. The tip of each wing of the sparrows peeked from the collar as he hoisted me up, holding my body up.

   I felt myself leave the safety of the ground, my body carried somewhere where I was soon set down. The couch. I was in the living room. I sniffled, snuggling into the couch, but not daring fall asleep again. I felt my legs elevate, soon being sat down on what I assume are Marcel's thighs.

   Silence lingered between us for a good five minutes before I craned my neck to look at Marcel. He held his head in his hands and quiet sobs left his lips. He looked up at me, his eyes so...innocent looking as he white shirt hung loosely from his torso.

   "Why?" He asked, his voice still cracking as I felt guilt twinge within me.

   "I-I thought it was real. I didn't know it...it was a nightmare." I admitted, still shaking from my experience.

   "Explain, talk angel. Just talk..." Marcel urged, pulling my weightless body onto his lap as I was engulfed by his strong arms. I nuzzled my face into his neck, sighing as I inhaled his scent. Finally, I began speaking and when I began there was no stopping me. I told him the whole dream, finish to end. Every small detail, what everything looked like and even what Annabelle wore.

   "Oh my goodness, babe. I would never do either of those things!" Marcel gasped as I bit my lip, shaking my head.

   "Well, you've already told me you didn't love me and as for killing me. I'm kind of praying you don't!" I joke horribly, trying to lighten the atmosphere but it doesn't help. It was as if Marcel and I were both recalling the real reason he began dating me. So I would die instead of him.

   "I'm sorry.." He mumbled quietly, his voice hoarse from the sobbing that came from both of us.

   "It's okay I guess..." I reply, at a major loss for words.

   For what seemed like hours, we sat in each others arms, simply enjoying one another's presence. Although, no matter what I did, I couldn't rid the images of my tomb stone. Annabelle's.. Marcel plunging a dagger through me. I couldn't erase any of that. With hesitation, the sleep finally became so heavy that, with my head rested upon Marcel's shoulder, I fell asleep. Yet this time I had no horrible dream. I was safe in Marcel's arms and that's all I needed.

 

 

  *

 

   I woke up, still wrapped up in Marcel's arms but now they hung loosely on my hips. Carefully, I pulled away standing as I tiptoed over to the Christmas tree that we had yet to put down. I admired each gift which still lay in place as I plopped down in front of them. I took each of the envelopes he gave in one gift, reading through each of the covers until I found one that suited the scenario I faced.

   Open when you need some love.

  I set the rest of the pile down, carefully tearing the flap open so that nothing ripped and so that the sound didn't awaken Marcel from his slumber.

   Sprawled across the page was Marcel's oddly neat handwriting and I began reading.

   

      Dear Ella,                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                 

         It's most likely if you're reading this, I'm the cause of you feeling unloved so I   apologize in advance. Just know that no matter what I say, I'll always love you and so will the people around you. You have many people who care for you. Emma, Harry, myself and I think it some strange twisted way Dylan might have to. Don't let life get you down because you're stronger than that. You'll never be alone, or unloved. Don't worry babe, whenever you feel unloved just think about the people who you do have and if they're really there for you, they love you. Behind the paper is something that will help prove how much you're loved. You've always talked about how you'd like to have one to relax and that'd be the sweetest thing ever so I gave it to you. I gave it to you because I love you. Enjoy beautiful ♥                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Love you babe,

                                                                                                                                                     Marcel x

 

   I smiled, admiring the letter. I looked back into the envelope to find a little slip of paper and a small card, the size of a gift card. I shook the envelope, letting it fall into my hands as I smiled, a warm feeling spreading within me.

   A ticket to see any movie of my choice, a twenty dollar bill and a hundred dollar visa gift card. Had Marcel really given me $120 dollars? I had always talked about having a fun day out but I never expected him to listen.

   "You're welcome!" I heard a voice whisper in my ear as I jumped, letting out a small scream as I clutched my heart. I looked back, laughing as I pecked Marcel on the corner of his lip.

   "Thank you babe. The last part to this letter should arrive by tonight okay?" He asked as I eyed him curiously.

   "Last part?" I repeated as he nodded, beaming proudly. Without another word he stalked outside the door, gently closing it and the last thing I saw his his hand reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone. I cocked my eyebrows, shrugging my shoulders as I admired the letter in it's entirety. It was extremely sweet and yes it did make me feel loved.

   Now I just have to find out what that last part is, no matter how scared I still was from the nightmare.

 

 

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Hey guys, it's a bit of a filler but oh well :) I hope you guys enjoyed and I dont have much to say except DOUBLE UPDATE :D x 

 

Love you ♥

~gabriella//

 

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