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.


11. You think he loved you?


"Wake up angel, we're home!" Marcel's voice rang as I blinked a few times, lifting my head from his shoulder.

"Mm?" I mumbled, no words leaving my lips as I stretched my arms, Marcel's curls tickling my arm as I pulled it back giggling.

"Someones giddy!" Marcel chuckled as I smiled, lazily flinging the door open and stepping onto the gray pavement. It sparkled beneath the sunlight, hot against my feet as I quickly jumped back into the truck.

"Why am I barefoot?" I groaned, wiggling my toes in front of me.

"You kicked your shoes off, got comfortable then fell asleep." Marcel answered, taking the few bags we got in his arms as he walked over to my side. I nodded, pulling my boots on as I stepped out, locking the door and letting it fall shut.

"Hmph..." I groaned, plopping down on the couch as my body landed on top of my cast. I yelped in pain, immediately sitting up as Marcel, Harry and Emma rushed to my aid.

"Are you okay?" They all asked in unison, laughing at the end. I smiled, nodding as I held my arm up.

"Ow..." I muttered as Harry chuckled, sitting down beside me.

"Are you ok-," Harry began before Marcel picked me up, sitting down in my previous spot and setting me on his lap. His arms protectively wrapped around me as I leaned my head back, letting his shoulder serve as my pillow.

Marcel and the others sat in the living room for a good hour just simply talking as I fought to keep my eyes open. It was barely five and it was already extremely dark outside.

"You want to go to bed babe?" Marcel asked, once Harry headed to his new house and Emma to her room. I gave a nod of the head, or an attempt at one, my body being lifted as Marcel carried me bridal style up the stairs, across the bridge and into my- our room.

The mattress soon replaced Marcel's rough callused, yet surprisingly comfortable hands. I curled up in a ball, a blanket draped over me as Marcel switched the light off, pulling his pants off before he joined in beside me.

I smiled, snuggling into his chest without opening my eyes. His large, strong arms wrapped gently around me, ensuring warmth.

"I'm tired...and hungry...and," I started before Marcel shut me up with a kiss. I smiled, gently pulling him to me as I deepened the kiss for a few moments before pulling away.

"Best way to get me to shut up!" I blushed as he chuckled, caressing my cheek.

His face took on a saddened shadow, a frown creasing his lips as he ran his thumb right beneath my eye as I flinched.

"Are you okay?" I asked, hoping everything was alright. For the few small weeks we had, everything went smoothly...normal. Which was odd considering since I lived here, nothing has been normal. Nothing.

I don't understand. Marcel had been happy merely seconds ago and now he seemed as if something he love was torn in two. Marcel was impulsive, his moods changing almost constantly. Everything about him was either happy and excited or dark and gloomy...there was no middle ground.

"I was just thinking...about...those two months." He whispered as my features took on the same cast as Marcel's just had.

"Why do you love me? When I'm so fucked up!" Marcel asked as I looked at him concerned. He had seemed so upset lately. Was he thinking something that I should know? It felt as if he was pushing me away but at the same time...I knew he would never.

"I love you because...well, words can't explain it. The way people look at us, they think were crazy but they don't realize what love is. The peculiar things we do that are ours, and ours alone. The way I think about you...even when I don't want to. I feel like it's just the two of us when you're around. You could place the perfect man whose gorgeous and you next to each other...Marcel, do you know who I would choose?" I asked, scooting up so that our eyes were level.

"You...I'd rather be poor and miserable...and with you than rich, beautiful and happy but be without you!" I spoke quietly as tears flooded his eyes before he quickly swiped at them. Marcel...just let your feelings go. Tears help us see life

See life in clarity...I've been bottling up all my emotions and look where it's led me. Three people dead...three people murdered...three people and myself. I killed them all because I don't know how to control my emotions.

"I love you!" He whispered as I smiled, nodding.

"I love you.." I repeated, gently pressing his warm soft lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss, caressing his cheek. I let the kiss last for a few moments before pulling away, our foreheads leaning against each other as I stared into his eyes.

"You're my other other soul." I spoke gently as he smiled, his dimples indenting his tanned skin.

"Ella...I know your bottling everything up. It seems the only feeling you want to express is love but sometimes you won't even tell me that..." He began as I nodded, looking down as tears pushed against my eyelids, hoping for a break.

I took a deep breath, looking back up at Marcel as a cold tear fell, refreshing my skin.

"I-I don't know. I feel like everything has changed. Like were still in love but everything is different. We're different. It feels like I'm waiting for something to come back that's forever gone..." I sighed, letting the rest of my tears join the fallen path as  I folded my arms beneath my head.

"You know what...there's a party tonight. I'm going to my place to get ready. Don't call or text, wear the same thing you did to that first party and go there with the exact same thing you did and pretend I don't exist!" Marcel spoke quickly, leaving a kiss on my lips before rushing up. I looked at him confused as he ran out of my room.

I heard him and Emma talking before the door downstairs shut.

"Do you want to go to a party?' Emma asked as I hesitantly nodded. She smiled, ushering me to my closet as I pulled on the outfit I had back when I had just met Emma. I fit like a charm and it brought back so many memories.

I curled my hair just like then, repeating the same makeup and pulling on the same shoes.

"Are you ready?" She asked, walking in as she wore the exact same red dress she had before. I nodded, as I was pulled out to her white mustang. Same one...of course. The top was down as we drove down the road to the party. It was even at the same house. Whats going on?

Emma quickly ushered me in the house, as I was pulled over to a group of my friends.

"Now ask me about Marcel like you did!" Emma smiled as I nodded. I looked over at Marcel who sat at the bar, barely 

"Who's that?" I asked, watching as he downed many shots just as he had that one night months ago.

"Oh, that's Marcel. He used to be the biggest nerd in school but one day something inside of him snapped and completely changed. He got a bunch of tattoos and beat up every kid who ever bullied him. Stay away from him, he's dangerous!" She spoke, saying the line word for word.

"Why did he change?" I asked, barely remembering our conversation although now it seemed to flood it's way back into my mind.

"I don't know but don't bother. He doesn't fall in love..." Emma warned, changing her previous response. I nodded, bored with just standing here.

"I'm going to get a drink!" I spoke as Emma nodded, grasping my arm.

"Be careful, if Marcel can't find you this isn't going to work!" Emma said as I hesitantly nodded, pulling my arm away as I went to find a drink. Considering I've only been to this house once, I still didn't know where to find anything so somehow...someway I ended up back in the same hallway from five months ago.

I sighed, leaning against the wall. Maybe I should get back...Marcel won't be able to find me but before I could it's as if time had turned back and history was repeating itself. Instead of being slammed into a wall, I was pulled into a room and pushed onto a bed.

I tried screaming for help as a cloth was shoved into my mouth as I nearly gagged.

"Marcel should have known his plan would back fire...let's see you try to call for him now!" A guy who looked oddly familiar smirked. I tried speaking but it's as if I couldn't. I felt like someone was tearing my vocal cords from my throat. I heard the door lock as my heart began beating wildly, although my eyes were slowly closing.

Before I knew it, the guy had pulled my dress of, discarding it on the ground.

"Damn, Marcel was lucky!" He spoke diabolically as I panicked. Was? What's going to happen to him?

Before I could react, I was picked up and flung across the room as if I were a simple doll. I hit the wall, groaning in pain as I slid down, falling into a lump on the ground.

"If I can't get my revenge directly on Marcel...I'll get it on the thing he loves the" The guy bent down, whispering in my ear as tears squeezed from my eyes which were on the brink of fully falling shut.

"Got anything to say?" He asked, picking my up by my neck as I dangled off the ground. I squirmed, gripping his hands as I was flung once more, crashing into the TV as I fell to the ground. I whimpered in pain, my broken arm throbbing.

"Let's make this painful..." He snarled, tearing the cast from my arm as I attempted to yelp in pain and before I knew it my arm was painfully twisted. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell to my knees in pain. I couldn't bare to look at my arm. Broken...purple and swollen. You could clearly see where the bone snapped.

I was continuously picked up, punches sent to every part of my body. If only I would have stayed with Emma.

"Marcel..."I croaked, as the cloth began to fall loose. My mistake. The guy sent his foot flying towards my stomach as I doubled over, clutching my stomach. Without holding it back as I gagged, the cloth falling from my mouth as I became fully alert.

"Get off of me..." I whispered, still weak.

"Shut up!" he spat as duck tape replaced the cloth which was now soaked. I tried screaming but nothing came up, Marcel...please...

"Did Marcel ever tell you honey?" He smirked, slamming me against the wall as I stumbled forward before being pushed back against it. His hand wrapped around my throat as I was brought up the wall, my feet dangling mere inches off the ground.

It felt as if someone were cutting off the oxygen...oh wait...someone was. I could feel my face getting numb and purple as multiple punches met my jaw.

"" I asked, between chokes as I attempted to free myself from his strong hands.

"He doesn't really love you. If he had a girlfriend he would have somebody to help protect him from...who you may ask, me! If he had a girlfriend, people who wanted their revenge would kill her and leave Marcel alone because they thought losing her was enough. He only started dating you so he could save himself...he doesn't love you!" He spoke, his face centimeters from mine. His hands released as I fell to the ground, laying as I took deep breath's.

Was it true? Was that really the intentions of Marcel Styles?

"I heard you've murdered three people! I think it's only fair we get even!" The odd and strange man spoke and before I could question him...I was being held at gunpoint.

"You shoot her and I'll kill you!" I heard Marcel spit as I weakly lifted my head to look towards the door.

"Then there will be more men. I may be dead but so will she. There will always be more people who want their revenge kill me, you loose her and you still don't get rid of your problem. Although, you don't care do you? You wanted her was all part of your plan! Poor girl, believing something was foolish as Marcel loving somebody!" He retorted, his finger near pressing the trigger. I expected Marcel to object but the look in his eyes told me this guy was right.

"Kill me..." I spoke so quiet I thought nobody heard. The gasps from both guys proved me wrong.

"Ella...don't say that!" Marcel begged as I shook my head.

"You lied..." I whispered as tears streamed down my face.

"Kill me...get it over with. I have nothing to live for anyways!" I pleaded, looking up at the captive of the gun. He sighed, as sympathy crossed his features. It's a bit late for sympathy...

The last thing I heard was Marcel screaming no before the gun shot, my world turning black as I collapsed to the ground.




Dayum! Can we talk about drama! If youre wondering what Marcels plan was youll find out in the next chapter! Do you think Marcel really used Ella so he could stay alive? Remember...Marcel had a past! Just because he says he loves her doesnt mean he does.



okay,,, now bye :) love you <3




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