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.


40. Emotions [9 chapters left]


   I wonder if people understood feeling nothing is ten times the pain of feeling something. I wanted to be screaming and yelling at Marcel but I couldn't. I wanted to muster some form of demented anger but nothing appeared. I feared of staying in such a state of obliviousness but in a different light, I wouldn't mind it. Nothing fazed me anymore, nothing.

   Marcel had gone back up upstairs. I wanted to have the passion to chase him. Nothing.

   It was obvious I was slipping away from the sanity Marcel had violently raped me of. Sanity was the last thing I still had, and now it was slipping like sand through my fingers. My fingers twitched, my eyes bloodshot.

   I smelled horrid, and I looked horrid. I stayed planted in the same spot. It was several days into my small daze, and I hadn't eaten, drank, showered and slept.

  I know those things would make me feel so much better but in the current dilemma I felt better sitting and slowly withering to an absolute of emptiness. I wanted to be far from Marcel, but I knew some part deep within me cared enough to stay. Yet my caring was like a meter, and all too soon he'd be out of anything. I'd officially be pulled into a world where I couldn't get pulled back out.

   My breathing was ragged, my eyes dead. Marcel hurried down the stairs, his eyes landing on me, still unmoving.

   "Ella! You need to do something! I bet your starving!" Marcel exclaimed. I didn't blink, nor reply.

   "Babe, I will carry you to the table and feed you myself." Marcel spoke, firmly yet softly. I shrugged my shoulders as he sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. I need to move. I had to.

   I turned my head, to look at Marcel, using the minimum voice I had gained back.

   "Marcel..." I croaked, my voice raspy as I let out a series of coughs.

   "You destroyed me." I paused, coughing once more, my voice cracking mid sentence.

   "You let me love you all this time, and every time *cough* you threw me aside, I'd so easily let you back *cough* in. We can't keep doing this. *cough* We can't ignore the fact, maybe we were meant to be with each other. *cough* I loved you Marcel, and I fought for you but I'm all out. " I paused, coughing uncontrollably, my throat burning with the actions. Marcel stood, his eyes glossed over, as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth, before letting it go.

   "You can't leave me Ella. I'm shit at proving I love you. I'm a fuck up at proving you're the only girl who I'm myself with. You're the only girl I love. You can't leave me, I'm nothing without you!" He pleaded, dropping to his knees as he moved closer. I quickly scrambled back, which was my first whole body movement in forever.  Marcel took a deep breath, wiping away what looked like a tear. He couldn't be crying. Marcel didn't cry over stupid shit like this. Did he?

   "Well, I hope you prove to the next girl how much you love her." I croaked, a single tear slipping down my reddened cheeks. No, no, no. A tsunami of emotions flooded me. I wanted to emptiness back, but instead I felt everything.

   Anger, sadness. Okay well maybe not everything.

   Marcel shook his head vigorously, gently grasping my arms.

   "I can't lose you Ella! You're the one girl who looks past my image and knows me deep down. You know the shit I've gone through. I love you so God damn much and-,"

   "STOP IT!" I shouted, surprised with how loud my voice was considering how little I had. Or maybe I had gained it back. I coughed, clearing my throat and I finally felt like I could talk.

   "You know what Marcel? Maybe I'd forgive you if you hadn't told me those fucking words every fucking time you screwed up! Those words are just your cover, so you can get me back just to hurt me again! That's what you do. You hurt me continuously and I sat letting it happen. Not anymore. This time you officially destroyed me, so congratulations Marcel. You did it!" I spoke, an anger in my voice but a sadness in my heart.

  "And bringing sluts home isn't helping your situation..." I mumbled although it was obvious Marcel had heard me clear as day.

   "Don't bring that up little miss fucked Harry on the God damn couch!" Marcel spoke in anger. Instead of his soft demeanor mere minutes he turned angry, and only then did I recognize the slight smell of alcohol radiating from him. So he was drinking. At least it wasn't much. At least he knew what he was doing and could keep his posture.

   "I had every right to! I deserve somebody who will actually love me! I DESERVE BETTER THAN YOU MARCEL!" I shouted, tears dashing from my coffee colored eyes. I deserved better and yet I didn't want to give myself any better.

   "You know what? Forget it, I'm wasting my time trying. Fuck this, fuck us. I'm done!" Marcel gave up, as I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I hurried to my feet, surprised at how wobbly I felt. I felt kind of...lightheaded.

   "Good!" I shouted as he walked away. He hurried back, pressing me up against the wall as I winced in pain. His eyes narrowed, looking at me as his face turned red with anger.

   "Stop acting like a fucking princess! Not everything revolves around your dumb ass problems! You're a self-centered bitch, and. I'm. Done." He spat, seething as I squirmed in his grasp. I wanted to fight back, but everything began falling blurry.

   "Move..." I croaked. He rolled his eyes, walking away as I quickly scurried to the table where we had some form of food. I took hold of the table cloth, everything getting blurrier by the second. Before I could reach the food, I felt myself fall back, pulling the tablecloth and everything off with me. I hit the floor, my whole world turning black.





Drama-rama! Wow, shit is going down!!! I can't believe were so close to the trilogy!! Im serious about to cry!! Anyways, expect some new bad...people to come into the story ;) Anywho, what did you think of the chapter? Hope you enjoyed, love ya :) x



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