Oh, Marcel!

"More"

~Ember~

After what seemed like hours of signing paper work, Officer Rossdale let us go to our car that she had towed to the station.

It was so weird to see her here. Johnny's stepmom. Can you imagine that...

"Babe?" Marcel pokes my shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"I guess." I try to smile, but my lips don't move. It's almost as if they are stuck in a permanent  grimace.

"We are going to go to the motel and spend the night there." He continues and brushes my hair back from my face once we reach Harry's Range Rover.

Marcel places a soft kiss on my forehead before opening the door for me. I climb inside feeling numb.

How could so much happen in one day? Who killed Jimmy and why would they want to? Could it have been Johnny?

My brain and face and eyes were all so tired. I just wanted to sleep and not wake up again. Just stay in dreamland away from this nightmarish life.

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A slightly shake on my shoulder wakes me up.

"We are here." Marcel whispers quietly as I groan. "I'll carry you in if you want."

I nod my head and try to smile. He gets out of the car and then slides his arms underneath me. Lifting me up and out of the car, he looks down at me in his arms.

"This is where you belong." He whispers as I close my eyes.

"I know." I whisper back and snuggle into his broad chest. I'm one lucky girl that's for sure.

~Marcel~

Ember is beautiful snuggled up in my arms. It almost makes me forget everything that happened today.

"Hi, we need two rooms." Harry says to the woman behind the counter. She looks a little surprised becuase there wasn't many cars outside the motel. So there must not be a lot here.

"S-sure. Do you want rooms right next to each other. There is some open." She fumbles around for papers and the keys.

"Yeah. That's cool." Harry says and yawns. I look down at my watch. It's nearly midnight.

Ember shifts slightly in my arms, she is fast asleep again. I'm glad she is able to sleep even after everything that has happened. I really worry about her health if something like this makes her get physically ill.

"H-here." She stutters and reminds me of the Old Marcel. I used to stutter all the time. Now since I've gotten comfortable with Ember, I rarely do it. The  voices that were in my head don't bother me anymore either. She is my lifesaver.

"How much?" Harry asks the lady. Emily shifts from one foot to the other, her phone in her right hand.

"Together its one hundred and s-sixty s-seven." She hands Emily the keys. Emily takes them with her free hand and turns back to me.

"C'mon let's go." She says and walks in front of me. I follow her and soon Harry is behind me.

"She's a weird lady." He quips.

"It's these two." Emily points to the 17 and 18 on the doors. She hands me the key with an 18 written on it.  I take it and try to put it in the door. It's a bit of a struggle while carrying Ember. Harry scoffs and takes the key from my hand, shoving it in the door and twisting the handle open.