Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Seventeen

Marcel's P.O.V

His eyes widened at what slipped out of his mouth. "M-Marcel, don't freak o-." 

"He's my brother?! I never met him, I never even had a sibling before! This can't be happening..." I cut him off. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shaken figure. "I didn't want to tell you. I'm so sorry."

I wriggled out of his hold, fixing my glasses. "Marce, I'm sorry! I didn't know at first! When I met you, I thought it was a coincidence and I covered it up to make it seem like I didn't notice by actually getting in contact with you." I shook my head at his useless explanation. 

"What you just said didn't make any fucking sense, Louis! Just... don't talk to me right now." I made my way to the door, opening it and then slamming it closed. This can't be happening. I feel like I'm losing all of my insanity. Why wouldn't my mum tell me that I had another sibling, an older brother? 

I looked around the random street that I turned the corner to. It was vacant, besides the lone houses that stood there with the FOR SALE signs up in the front yard. I watched carefully where I was going, so I didn't trip on anything with my crutches. 

"Hey kid! What are you doing in a empty street, alone?!" Someone shouted out to me, making me turn around quickly. I guy was walking towards me hurriedly. I was frozen to the spot. I don't know why I couldn't move, too frightened to. 

The man finally walked right in front of me with a smirk on his face. He grabbed my waist with his large hands and bent down towards my ear. "Hey baby," He whispered riskily into my ear, "Why are you out in a quiet street? I could have some fun with you. Let's go have some fun, sweetheart." My eyes widened at what he said, and cringing at the smell of alcohol on his breath. 

"S-sorry, I-I don't want to." I tried to pull away from him, my crutches making it harder to move. My eyes were wide, as he got more aggressive. "No. You're coming with me." He growled, dragging me a few feet before I wriggled out of his hold on my wrist and started running, my crutches lying on the ground. 

I looked back as he started lazily run after me. I felt my feet fall under me as I tripped, I winced in pain and I heard a dark chuckle. I felt arms around my waist and pull me up roughly. "Please! Let me go!" I struggled to get out of his grip. 

"I said we're having fun, sweetheart," He chuckled dryly, placing me down onto the ground again, "And we're going to." He whispered, as I whimpered at his touch. He brought his lips to my neck, as I tried pushing on his shoulders to get away from me. I need Louis. I need him to help me, I'm too helpless. Why am I not even trying?

Because you deserve this.

A small voice kept saying that over and over. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of my sweatpants as tears raced down my cheeks. "Please... stop." I pleaded to him. He bit harshly at my neck as his hands left my trousers and he lifted my shirt over my head. "Please! Just stop!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. He ignored me as he fought for the shirt to leave my body. "You're sexy as hell." He breathed down my neck venomously. 

I tried to move away from him, but he held me in place as he pushed me up against a wall. His lips then crashed to mine sloppily, making my eyes go wide as I tried to push him away. I moved away from him just as his hands went to my pants once again as he smirked my way. They dropped to my ankles as I pleaded for him to stop. "Stop... please just stop! I don't want to do this! Please quit! Louis! Help me!" 

"You look so-." The drunken man was cut off as he was pulled off of me. I slid down the wall, and sobbed quietly to myself. I looked up to see Louis already on top of the man, hitting him. "What the actual fuck?! Don't you ever fucking touch him, you cunt!" 

He punched him across the face three times as I watched with wide, teary eyes. I desperately pulled my pants up around my waist as I couldn't move anywhere. "Don't you ever even think about coming anywhere near him! Do you understand me?! Do you fucking understand me?!" He grabbed the guys collar, his face red with anger. Louis put his hand around the limp man's neck, making the guy choke. I wanted to stop it, but I couldn't move. I wanted to, but I couldn't. 

I heard a cracking noise and I looked down to see Louis breathing heavily on top of the guy, who was bleeding from his head, and barely breathing. My eyes widened as Louis looked over at me. I was too shaken up to comprehend what was happening. I heard police sirens coming nearer and nearer. "Shit! Marcel! Get up!" I got up quickly, forgetting my shirt as I tried to follow after a running Louis. He looked back at me and gave a low growl. 

He threw my over his shoulder and bolted away from the police that we heard yelling. "Shit." He cursed under his breath as he continued running. We finally made it to his house and made inside as he practically threw me on the couch. He shut the door and locked it. 

"L-Louis..." I whimpered, "Why were the police there?" He shook his head. "Marcel, did he do anything to you?" 

"H-he kissed me and took my shirt off a-and my pants and L-Louis I was so scared!" I ran up to him as best as I could as his arms wrapped around my waist, rocking me back and forth. "It's okay, don't cry. Sh, everything will be okay." 

I nodded against his neck as my mind was still racing from before.

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I'm so sorry that I haven't updated! I was sick and I couldn't think at all, then I had a shit load of homework! I'm so sorry and it's so short and I feel bad and urrhhh

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