I laid back, tapping my foot to the music as Marcel scrolled through random things on his phone. I got up, hurrying to the bathroom as I well did everything a person does in the restroom. In that moment I noticed one thing. We didn't use a condom. The thought made my mind divert from its track. I slipped on pure nothing, falling to the ground with a thud as I gasped in pain. I heard Marcel hurry to the door as I spoke.
"I-I'm okay. Hold on..." I spoke, hurrying to pull my damn pants down. To my extensive relief, I was on my period. We had our fun yesterday, and if I were surely I wouldn't have it as of right now. I smiled in relief, relaxing my tensed body.
"Ella?" Marcel called, still unaware of the small panic I just had.
I unlocked the door as he rushed in, looking around.
"Are you okay? I heard a thud!" he exclaimed as I nodded happily but suddenly I got angry at him.
"How could you forget!" I shouted, my face fuming red with anger. He looked dumb-founded before his eyes widened in realization.
"You're not...pregnant are you?" He asked as I narrowed my eyes. Maybe I should have some fun with this. Time to use my somewhat decent acting skills. My expression fell, fake tears flooding my eyes as I leaned against the counter. A few fell, and I settled my hand over my stomach, biting my lip.
Marcels face fell, as his mouth dropped open. He shook his head repeatedly, squeezing his eyes shut.
"No, we-, you can't be!" He stammered, his mouth still wide open.
"I am...." I trailed off, sobs escaping my lips as he shook his head.
"No.." He croaked.
It was as if everything had froze and Ellas tears dropped down onto the ground before me. I stood, my mouth wide open as I shook my head. This couldn't happen. I never wanted a God damn, fucking child. The thought never crossed my mind that she could ever get pregnant.
Shes a girl you dipshit, of course she can!
Well of course she can, but I never thought of it happening. I don't want an annoying child ever let alone right now. I looked at her stomach, unaware of what to do and I felt as if any minute I'd be the one barfing...not her.
"Not a fucking child. No, I dont want an annoying baby!" I mumbled to myself but by Ellas hurt expression I knew she had heard me. How could I be so careless? Why had I gotten stuck in the terrible, yet perfect moment with her.
"W-What?" She asked, her voice cracking half way through the word. I didn't have the energy to feel bad about what I said/
"I don't want a fucking child, not now, not ever!" I shouted, my face red. I was only an inch or so away from her. She flinched, whimpering as she backed away from me. The fear in her eyes was noticable yet I was still to caught up in my anger to comfort her and I hated it. I couldn't just comfort the girl I love, my dumb ass always has to find some way to divert me.
"Well...at least I know how you'd react if I really was having a baby." She spat, venom in her words as she pushed pass me into the bedroom. What just happened. I groaned in frustration, slamming my fist down onto the bathroom counter. I heard the surface crack beneath my fist but I made no effort to repair it's damaged state.
I stormed out of the bathroom, going to find Ella who was cuddled into a ball on the couch. I could already hear the whimpers leaving her lips, and the side of her face was wet with tears. I hurried over to her, pulling up her arm and pulling her so she stood up. She yelped in pain, smacking my arm as she looked up at me.
"How could you fucking joke about something like that?" I yelled furiously as more tears dripped down her face.
"It's not my fault you forgot the damn thing!" She retorted as I set my jaw in fuming anger. I clenched my fists at my side, soon releasing them as I took a deep breath.
"That shit wasn't funny Ella! Do it one more fucking time..." I warned, unsure of how to end my sentence. I would never physically hurt her. Well...now I wouldn't.
"Or what?" She seethed. She displayed herself to be angry but it was deadly obvious she was all to willing to break down right then and right there.
"You don't want to know..." I spat, grasping her arm as I pulled her roughly too me. Immediately her eyes flew shut.
"Don't hurt me...please, I'm sorry don't hurt me..." She whispered and those words finally broke through the red blurring my vision. My face softened and I let my grip on her go. What was I doing? It was my fault in the first place and here I am, making the girl I just got back cry. I always manage to screw up and it wasn't even a couple days until I had once more.
"I-...Ella!" I spoke softly, reaching out for her but she backed up. Its not the action that broke me but the terrified look in her eyes. She looked at me as if I were a monster. She looked at me as if she didn't know who I was anymore. I couldn't blame her...
I didn't know who I was anymore either.
Ah! Okay we got a small part of Marcels POV and in the upcoming story there will be MUCH more Marcel POV :D ALso, you know how the original and sequel each ended at fifty chapters?? This story is going to go on longer!!! *happy dance* Anywho, if I posted any of my stories on any of my accounts on Wattpad, would you guys be angels and go read them?? Ill give you a cookie and a hug!! :D Hehe anyways hope you enjoyed and love ya :) x
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