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.


46. Moving On [3 chapters left]





   Moving on? I could do that. Forget every worry, every doubt and wipe the slate clean. I could leave and restart my life. Sometimes I wish people could live in my shoes. Especially Marcel. That way he could understand how I've walked through hell for him. Yet, I didn't care anymore. I was two hundred percent done. With everything. With him. With my nightmares which even haunted my day life now. This house, this state. Everything was thrown into the bin of sickness and I was ready to throw it all away.

   Sure things ended, and the memories will lived but if I could get rid of those too, I'd jump at the chance. Memories only sadden me and leave me begging to make more. Begging to have one more kiss to remember when in reality, I'll lay asleep redreaming the same images I've seen, and still smiling like an idiot whilst asleep. Marcel had left the bedroom after my demand, leaving me to my thoughts.

   Should I take the risk? Move on from the things that had consumed me for just about a year now? Two months and we'd be a year. Not like I still cared... Maybe.

   I could practically hear voices screaming at me to run away from the danger Marcel would soon bring. I would listen but I knew one thing they didn't. Whenever I run, I come closer to my problems. I stay exactly where I am, crying endlessly for help yet knowing I wanted nobody to come.

   I decided to explore my expansive room, admiring each and every thing. Then it came into my vision. It was at the bottom of the pile, but it sat, perfectly untouched. My leather bound journal, in which I haven't touched since I met Marcel. I sighed, pulling it from the stack, and flopping down onto my bed. I unwound the string, turning to the last page where my writing was scribbled across the surface. It was dated to over two years ago. I had gotten this for my birthday. I don't know who from but it just arrived at my door. I had used it everyday since until the day after the party in which I had fell into his vision.



   I laughed lightly to myself. Hm, my handwriting looks good. Okay, not the focus. If only I knew Marcel had been the one to save me. In fact, if only I knew what loving him would turn out to be, I would have never done it. Never asked about him, never let him take Emma and I home from WalMart. I would never done the things I have and yet I couldn't change it.

   I rejected moving on to the next page, knowing there was nothing but a blank canvas staring back. I tightened the string back around the small packaged pages, throwing it across my bed as I fell back into my plush pillows, the cool material sending chills across my body.

   I was so starstruck by him and yet I had hated him. I looked over to my closet and suddenly I knew what I had to do for the sake of both of us. I hurried over, pulling boxes and suitcases out and throwing them onto my floor. I pulled everything down in a pile around me, starting from the left and heading right. First I packed my clothes in my suitcase, although it took more then one. I packed all my belongings into spare boxes and anything small I shoved into any extra space. My pockets, purse, wallet. Anywhere that had emptiness.

   I had to move my stuff into my car but I knew if Marcel found out, he'd never let me go. How could I get rid of him? To my very timely luck, I heard the door slam shut, a bimbos voice echoing through the house. I rolled my eyes. He's already moving on, good for him.

   I listened intently, smiling once I heard our bedroom door close. As they began...well you know, I took everything from my spare room into my car. Magically, their moans and grunts didn't bother me. In fact they strengthened me. It only made everything easier.

   I finished packing everything into my trunk but I knew if I wanted to leave, I would need a good nights rest so I decided to sleep there for my last night. I thanked myself for moving everything out of Marcels and I room right after we fight that way he had no idea of my scheme.

   I laid down in bed, already exhausted from the day. The pain in my stomach had subsided and I laid, admiring the piercing which penetrated my skin. I watched as the sky grew dark, excitement pitting in my stomach. I'd leave soon. Everything would be better and I couldn't wait!

   Soon it reached eleven and I knew if I didn't sleep now, I wouldn't have the energy to drive away.

   It's my last night here.




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