18. Today marks the day +A/N
I had eventually pushed Marcel out of the shower, much to his protest, in order to finish and gather myself up in time. Marcel had no idea where I was really going, but I knew the pain he would be in if I brought him. It may be my parents grave, but he's the reason they're there. As much as I'd rather not admit it, it's honest and lately, honesty hasn't been a part of my life. Once I dry off, I pull on some cropped leggings and Marcel's plain white t-shirt. I love how it smells of him, a faint mixture of mint and just...Marcel. It reached mid-thigh and I came to love how it felt, and looked on me. I pulled on my TOMS, walking to the door of the bathroom before I stopped. I heard Marcels voice clearly, but I wanted to deny it was him saying those harsh words. "You fucking touch her, I dare you. Lay one hand on her body and I'll put you in more pain than you've ever experienced." Marcel spat each word with venom and I didn't choose to believe this was the same guy who I had trembling at his knees a mere ten minutes ago. Who was he talking to? Why is he concerned about some person laying hands on a girls body? Was it me? Questions immediately invaded my senses and I could feel my curiosity coming back. My need to always know everything never did us any good, and I knew in this situation it'd only hand us trouble on a silver platter. "No, she doesn't know about that and she never will. Ella is to fucking good for you, and for me. Leave her and I the fuck alone or I'll make you regret every taking your first breath." Marcel continued as I flinched at his harsh words. Things had been going mostly smoothly and as of right now, I could feel our relationship getting pulled in the wrong direction. I wonder if he's noticed that I'm not in the shower any longer. "Fine, meet me in an hour at the park. Bring the money. Don't play any tricks on me Jeremy, I'm the one with the gun here." He spoke which caused a gasp to escape my lips. It was quiet, and I prayed Marcel didn't hear my surprise. Marcel had a gun, most likely within this house. Although I knew Marcel would never hurt me, I still feared that maybe my fate would end up like my parents. I know how angry Marcel gets and what if one day he pulled the gu-, no I'm talking absurdly. Marcel would never heighten things to that extreme and for me to think that shows what a terrible girlfriend I am. "Ella doesn't need to fucking know every detail of my life. It's my decision not hers and if she has a problem with it, she can take her prissy attitude somewhere else." Each word was like a gunshot to my heart. Now he was insulting me. At first I thought maybe he was protecting me out of love from somebody but now he laid out a list of insults. "I don't fucking care what she thinks, and no she wont be pissed. All I have to do is give her some sex and she'll do anything I want." With those words tears escaped my eyes. Had that been Marcels motive all along. Our whole year of love, was it fake? Did he use my vulnerability to make me believe we loved each other? Maybe I was over reacting but based on what I just heard, my reaction was quite justified. I wanted to confront Marcel, maybe scream in his face but I knew that wouldn't do us any good. I turned the sink on so he knew I was finished and listened closely. "Jeremy, I think she's done in the shower. I'll meet you in an hour." He spoke and I heard him lift the blanket, most likely to hide his phone. I turned the faucet off before walking into the room. "Hey baby girl." He smiled, a sweet smile. I mustered the best smile I could in return. "Hey babe, I have some errands to run today. I'll be back in..." I didn't want him going with me so it'd have to be long enough so he'd have to stay home in order to meet this guy, "I'll be back in a few hours." I completed as his eyes widened. "A few hours?" He asked, clearly shocked as I nodded my head. "I'd go angel, but I have shit to do." He shrugged his shoulders. I gave a fake frown before swiftly kissing him on the cheek and leaving. I clutched onto my drawstring bag for dear life as I replayed his words in my head. I had already formulated a plan. I'd visit the cemetary for maybe half an hour and then I'd rush to the park, hide and wait for Marcel. It seemed childish and immature but it hiding from my boyfriend is the only way to find out what he's doing, then call me immature. I needed to know who he was talking to and why I was involved. ~.~ A little visit to my parents was nice, and most definitely called for. I must have looked insane, and I know a few tears had slipped but I couldn't help it. It was Marcel's fault they were here. Maybe I'm being harsh, he's still my boyfriend and I love him more than breathing. Despite everything he's done, I love him more and more. I choose him over everything else, constantly. I quickly made way to the park, knowing they wouldn't have their little exchange in broad daylight. It was obvious this little exchange would be in an alley and I knew exactly which one. I've lived here for a while now, and while I've never seen Marcel there, it was the alley he always strayed me away from. When we walked down the sidewalk, he would cross the road before we got to the alley just before crossing back over after we passed it. He didn't seem scared, not at all. Instead he seemed nervous of what I could discover. I hid behind a small bunch of trees. It has been exactly an hour since he said he would leave. To confirm my suspicions, I saw Marcel driving up in his slick, black car. As he got out, I could feel the heat building in my stomach. He looked sexy, not that it was a shock. He wore tight black skinny jeans, his normal boots adorning it. To top that off, he had pulled on his black Rolling Stones t-shirt. His hair was pulled back perfectly, and all his piercings were in and in place. I admired the tattoos spiraling up his arms, next admiring the piercings that went through his lip and eyebrow. I almost lost focus, not that you could blame me. Marcel walked into the alley and I quickly followed, hiding behind a garbage can. I could see the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans and thats all it took for my heart to shatter. MARCELS POV I had my jaw set tight, fists clenched. I felt bad for saying all that bad stuff about Ella earlier but I knew that if Jeremy knew how much she meant to me, he'd immediately aim to hurt her. I couldn't deal with the thought and if saying a few fake bad things about her is what it takes to keep her safe, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Jeremy stood there, his posse surrounding him. All I prayed for is that Ella was somewhere far from here, somewhere safe right now. I dont know whats going to happen, but it won't end well for her. "The money?" I spat, my eyes narrowing. "Calm down pretty boy, it's here." He laughed, making me want to punch his features in. "Now theres a little agreement you have to make in order to get the money." He smirked and I already knew what deep shit I was treading into. "What?" I asked suspiciously, my voice lower than normal. "Oh lookey who we have here!" Jeremy chuckled, looking behind me. I prayed it wasn't who I thought it was but it was. I turned around to see Ella, a guys gun pressed to her head, duct tape around her lips. I glared at her, tears filling her eyes. I wanted to hate her right now, but she looked so exposed and vulnerable and it killed me. I wanted to kill that guy who had his hands on here. "You can watch her live a slow, painful death. How fun!" He laughed, making me glare harder at him. He disgusted and he better realize, soon, that the last thing I'd give up is Ella. I'd fight til the end of time to keep her safe. The guy kicked her legs, my body jerking as she fell to her knees. He held her by her hair, the barrel of his gun firmly planted against her temple. One shot and I wouldn't have the girl I loved anymore. I had to think carefully because one wrong move and she's gone. "Rip it off..." Jeremy demanded, the guy ripping the tape of her mouth as she gasped, taking heavy breaths. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I spat, anger raging through me. "I-I'm sorry." She started. "No you're not!" I shouted, my voice echoing. She flinched and I immediately felt the weight of my tone weighing us down. "You still want that money Marcel?" Jeremy chuckled as I looked back at him. "At what cost?" I spat, as his evil smile returned. "You get to kill your girlfriend. You kill Ella or the money isn't yours and my guys kill her. Wouldn't you rather her death be from someone she actually loves?" He spoke slyly, as my heart beat quickly. He was fucking insane if he thinks I'm going to kill the only girl I've ever loved. "Okay." I agreed, shocking all the guys, Ella and I. Ella began to sob, saying no before the guy put the tape back over her lips. Her protests were muffled but she continued. Her hands were tied behind her back and she fought against his grip. Tears dripped from her face, her eyes wild as they scanned mine. "Let her go." Jeremy demanded as Ella was set free. She fell forward before quickly scrambling up. She hurried towards me before I pulled out my gun, biting my lip. She stopped, looked down at the ground and bit her lip. She shook her head, wiping her cheeks. "Shoot me Marcel. Today marks God knows how many years since you killed me parents. How lucky am I? I get to die on the same day they did, by the same person!" She laughed, clearly having lost it. I loaded the gun and I could tell she didnt expect me to really go through with it. She began to run the other direction but I quickly caught her arm and slammed her against the brick wall in the dark alley. "Let her suffer and then kill her." Jeremy requested. I took a deep breath. I pulled my fist back, slamming it into the brick wall beside her head. She yelped, falling to the floor in tears. "Please dont hit me, please don't hit me..." She repeated continuously. It hurt to know she actually thought I would hit her. The blow to the wall hurt like but it was better than hurting her. I yanked her up, leaning my lips to her ear. "Follow my lead." I whispered, pulling my fist back and driving straight towards her temple. I made sure to completely slow down the speed once I actually reached her head. It felt like a pillow hitting her, that's what she felt but what the guys saw was a hard blow to the head. Ella picked up, tossing her head to the side and crying out in help. To our advantage, blood had already stained her face making it hard to tell whether I had really punched her or not. I eventually pulled the gun back out and placed it to her head. She was filled with nothing but fear, I could feel it. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, I swung back, striking Jeremy in the head. I slammed him against the wall, quickly knocking out his friends. Once they were taken care of, I cleaned Ella up the best I could before rushing her home. She was still losing a lot of blood regardless and I needed to tend to her. How did things get so screwed up? _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IT WONT LET ME BOLD THIS A/N SO ITS IN ALL CAPS XD ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE SLOPPY AND RUSHED UPDATE. ILL COME BACK AND FIX IT SOON, INCLUDING ALL THE SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES! GET READY BECAUSE IN CHAPTERS 20-40 THERE WILL BE THE MOST DRAMA THE BOOK HAS EVER HAD! 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