The Dark side of Marcel

5

as I woke up, the actions from yesterday were still fresh on my mind. he was a vampire. I didn't really know what to do. as I turned around to lay the oppersit way I noticed he had gone. I looked out my window and saw it was still open. as I stood up I sighed and slowly shut it. I didn't want to see him. even though I already missed his presence I couldn't put my self through that again. he was dangerous.

"FUCK SAKE TEXAS!" my sister barged in and started rummaging through my draws. "what are u doing" I asked as I rubbed my forehead. I still felt week but I had a raging head ache more than anything else. but she carried on shouting. "YOUVE FUCKING NICKED MY TOP AGAIN!" she shouted while throwing my cloths everywhere. my fiamily wasn't really kind to me, I was as you would say it the 'outcast' I had to make my own living and frankly I couldn't wait to move out!

"well this would just have to do" she said as she took out my designer dress out. see, I wasn't that much into holister but once I found this dress I instantly fell in love! "wait ..... NO!" I said as I snatched it out her hands. her face dropped and went dead evil. its like she thought she owned me. ugh I fucking hated her! i've been saving up for my own apartment now since I was 10. that was when my mom and dad were arguing 24/7. they stopped but things still wasn't right. my mom always had hated me since I was a daddys girl, and that I was 10X brainier. now that my dad isn't with us shes taken charged and made my life a living hell. and my sister had seemed to catch on to the trend also.

as I put the dress back into my drawer folded and regained eye contact her next action surprised me. she slapped me. she put that much force into it, I hit my head on the side of the set of draws earning a dash in my head and blood pouring out. it didn't last for long, but it wasn't pretty. she just picked up my dress and walked of with out a care in the world.

as if that wasn't a bad enough, day was shittier! harry/ marcel wasn't their unlike id talk to him if he would have been but at least I could of done something. ignored him. so at lunch, after everyone had laughed at me in the dinner hall, I pilled my sandwich and drink into my back pack and ate it in the school toilet. it stunk but at least no one would laugh at me. as school ended I just went straight to the nearby park to let of some steam. I sat on the bench, got out my sketch pad and pencil and just drew what ever I wanted for the next 2 hours. life was good when I was by my self so this was perfect, well until I heard a noise. "texas?" a deep recognisable voice said to me as he walked out of the shadows. "listen harry... marcel I carnt be arsed ok!" I shouted over to him but got no reply. it wasn't him it was zayn my ex.

"omg zayn!!" I shouted whilst running into his arms. I missed him so much..... as a friend! "I missed u tex" his soothing voice calmed me down as he hugged me tighter. "I missed u to zayn" after that we just talked on the bench catching up on life. see we broke up because he had to move away but I guessed he had came back for good and we had always promised to be friend after that. "so hows your family" he said as he playfully punched my arm. I just sighed and looked down "whats up?" he asked as he looked at me for an answer. "sister slapped me again this morning after she nicked my favourite dress" I sighed and rubbed my cheak which she had earlier made contact with. " the holister one?" he asked as his the tone of his voice got sadder. after a while he broke the silence. "right your coming and going to stay with me for a couple of nights. ill take the sofa and youll have the bed .... or we'll just top and tail." I laughed at his gesture but then I realised he was being serious. "you don....." "I want to" he cut me of but I know he cared about me and was only trying to protect me. as we got into his car I saw a dark figure. he turned on the engine and drove of  but as we passed it I realised it was harry/marcel looking pissed of. his hands were clenched up and his eyes the horrid deep colour of blood red. he just looked at me with sympathetic eyes but then straight to zayn throwing daggers at him.

when we eventually got to zayns flat I noticed it was the building next to marcels/harrys. so I rushed inside and eventually he followed. his flat was right at the very top which I sighed at earning a deep laugh from zayn. when we eventually got there I  changed into one of his shirts and some joggers and slipped into bed. it was already 10 by then and I was exhausted! he was sopost to go on the sofa but he ended up in the bed next to me. as I fell asleep though he wrapped his hands round my waist and brung me closer. I snuggled into his arm and inhaled his sent.

everything would of been perfect if I could of got harry/ marcel out of my mind

there was just something that always leaved me wanting more

and the image I saw earlier ......

strangely did.

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