Miss Popularity (Marcel Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

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When I wake up, Marcel's hands are still wrapped around me. I become aware of the scent of coffee. I guess mum must have been up early so she can go to work. I untangle Marcel'a arms from my waist, and get up to see if mum wants any breakfast before work.

I walk down the hall to her bedroom, and quietly knock on her door. No answer. I knock a little louder, in case she didn't hear me. Still, no answer. I become impatient, and slowly push the door open. I stand there in shock, I don't know how to react. I do the only thing that comes to mind. I scream, as tears start to fall uncontrollably down my cheeks.

In a matter of seconds, Marcel is by my side. Just as he is about to speak, he becomes aware of my mother laying on her bed, with blood oozing out of her chest, where she must have gotten stabbed several times.

I literally collapse to the ground, sobbing, as Marcel rubs my back, and pulls out his phone to call the police.

*Marcel's POV*

OH MY GOD I AM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO OR SAY TO DAKOTA!

She collapses to the floor, sobbing, as I try to rub soothing circles on her back, and call the police.

"911, what is your emergency?" The lady at the other end of the phone asks.

"U-Uh, yes, h-hi. M-my girlfriends mother...." I take a deep breath. "Shewasmurdered!" I rush, trying to stay strong for Dakota, although a few tears fall from my eyes, a the sight of seeing Dakota so broken.

"Whoa, slow down there, boy. And take a deep breath. Can you repeat what you just said, please?" The lady calmly instructs.

I take another deep breath, before repeating myself. "She was murdered."

"Ok boy, stay calm. We will send some officers over shortly. You stay make sure you stay with your girl. We'll be there soon. Can you give me the address?" The lady informs me, as Dakota holds onto me tightly, and is sobbing into my chest.

I giver her the address. "Thank you." I manage to choke out, and hang up the phone.

"They'll be here shortly, baby." I tell her, and hold her tightly.

"M-Mar...." She sobs. "Marcel." She finally says. The way she says my name.... Made my heart break into literally a trillion pieces.

"Yes, baby. I'm here. I'll always be here for you." I say, still holding her tight.

"S-She.... Mum was m-my on-only fa-f-family.... I-I don't kn-know what I-I'm gonna do! I.... I d-don't know where I'm gonna g....go! I-I have n-n-nobody! I h-have n-nothing! W-w-what am I s-supposed to do, M-Marcel!?" Dakota sobs.

*Dakota's POV*

"Shh.... Sh, Dakota, take a deep breath. Look at me, please lovely?" I look up at Marcel, with sad, expressionless eyes.

"You can stay with me and mum. We'd be happy to have you with us."

"Marcel.... I don't think it's a good idea.... what happens if we break up? Then I'll be on my own. Marcel.... I'm scared...."

"Babe, you have every right to feel the way you do. I have a feeling we won't be breaking up. And even if we do for some reason, I will always be there to support you. I promise. I love you, Dakota." Marcel kisses my forehead, before I bury my face into his chest.

"C'mon, my love. Lets go wait outside. The police should be here in a minute." I nod, and he picks me up bridal style, and takes me to the front porch.