CHAPTER 18
***Kristen's POV***
I wake to Marcel being under me. I look at him and than to myself. I realize I cried myself to sleep last night. I was thinking of my mother. I kept crying Marcel comforted me and I fell asleep soon in his arms. I feel like crap today, the only good think is that I get this stupid cast off. I hope Marcel gets his cast off too. I slowly get off of Marcel and head to the bathroom. I get the water started and slowly take my clothes off. I pull a plastic bag over my case so I don't get it wet and so it doesn't cut the circulation off to my arm.
I slowly step in and let the water beat on my back. All the tension in my muscles slowly go away. I get the shampoo bottle and I put it in my hair washing it. I wash the shampoo out, I wash my body and as I'm about to turn the water off I hear a light knock at the door.
"Kristen is it ok if I use the bathroom real quick?"
"Yeah go ahead, I can wait a few extra seconds or minutes."
I hear Marcel go pee and it sends chills down my body, that noise to me is so disgusting.
"I'm done. I'm going to leave now." He says and flushes the toilet.
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
I scream and fall on the floor of the bath tub.
"OH MY GOD. I'M SOOO SORRY. I FORGOT!!!"
Marcel says and come rushing over.
"Marcel leave now! I'm fine and you don't need to look at me. I'm nude." I say and he stands up quick and walks out.
I turn the water off and grab a towel. I dry my body and hair. I walk out and Marcel is sitting on the bed. He sees me and walks out with out a word. Oh my god Marcel saw me naked and he hates me now.
I grab some clothes and put them on. I wear sweat pants and a really baggy shirt. He saw me and didn't like it. Of course he didn't thats why he isn't talking to me.
I walk downstairs and grab a bagel put it in the toaster, while I wait I take out some cream cheese and place it on the counter. I hear my bagel pop out and grab it spreading cream cheese on it. I put the cream cheese back and eat my bagel in silence.
Marcel walks in and I look down instantly. I finish my bagel quickly and head out of the kitchen going to the guest room. I close and lock the door. I go to the farthest corner from the door and start to cry. I scream and throw a pillow at the vase on the nightstand breaking it. I grab the other vase and break it too. I see the lamp and break it as well. I look at the glass on the floor and pick one up. I head into the guest bathroom and look at myself and back to the glass in my hand. As I'm about to cut myself Marcel comes in.
"NO. STOP PLEASE KRISTEN NO." I look at him and he has tears in his eyes. I drop the glass and fall to the ground. I go over to the toilet and start to puke. I pull all my hair back and Marcel soons grabs it. I keep vomitting and when I finely stop I look up and see Marcel looking down at me. I look away and stand up and walk back into the guest bedroom. I lay on the bed and try to get under the covers. Marcel picks me up and carries me to his bed.
"MARCEL PUT ME DOWN. I WANT TO LAY IN THAT BED PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!!!" I yell and he just continues to carry me to his room. When we finally get there he puts me down on the bed and pulls the blankets over me. He walks back to the door and closes it. I roll to my side and pull my legs up. Marcel joins me in the bed and tries to pull me closer to him. I get out of his grip and roll the opposite direction so I don't look at him. He comes closer and tries again. I get up and lay on the floor so close to bed.
"What's wrong cause your not acting like yourself?"
"I am acting like myself. Whats wrong with you, after you see me you leave and don't even bother trying to talk to me cause your so 'disgusted' by me." I say back and his facial features change instantly.
"You think I don't like you anymore? I love you so much Kristen, I only left cause you told me too. I was embarressed cause I saw you. I should have left and tried to apologized to you. I stayed and tried to you. You didn't want me to see you, and I'm sorry about that. I didn't do it intentionally, everytime I look at you its an accident. Well all the times that are embarressing for you. I love you and always will. I can't change that I did look at you. I wish I could. I want to forget it cause you weren't ready for that. I don't want to rush into anything, I want both of us to be ready, even married. I don't to do anything that hurts you. I only want to make you happy."
Marcel says crying, he is so honest and I love him for that. I couldn't live without him. He basically just said he is going to marry me but, thats not for a while. Were still in high school and he has a plan to go to college. I need to think of something to do in my free time, I could try and go to college but, I don't even know what I'm going to do. I haven't really thought of my future until now.
"Kristen what I'm basically saying is that I love you."
I start to cry myself and get back on his bed. I hug him tight and I don't bother letting go.
"Kristen could you promise me one thing?"
"What is that?"
"Don't try to pull a stunt like that again. I mean don't try and cut yourself again. I have done it and I know the pain it causes. I soon decided it would be easier to get tattoos, thats why I have so many. They have gotten me through all my hard times."
"Marcel I have cut myself before. I have scares on my arms. I don't know if you notice them or not. I do have them though. I use it to release pain, stress, and fear. I started it at a young age. I started doing it after my mom died. I had so many I lost to much blood once. I was rushed to the hospital. I told them I was playing around and accidentally broke my mirror and it cut my arms. I did it cause I needed a different pain to forget my mom for a little while."
I say and cry harder. I look at Marcel and he puts his hands on my face and wipes the tears away. I close my eyes and enjoy him touching my face. I feel a pair of lips touching mine and I kiss back. We continue to kiss and I feel his tongue slide against my bottom lip. I open my mouth allowing him interest. I have missed him so much even though I never lost him. My hands go to his hair and I pull lightly. I smile into the kiss.
"I love you." I say while still kissing him.
"I love you Kristen." He says and we both pull away gasping for air. He has his head on mine and I feel his breath on my face.
"We need to get ready and go to the doctors."
"Yeah. I can't wait to get this darn think off. I hate it so much."
"I know you hate it. I'm getting it off today too. It will be amazing to finally walk like a normal person once again. Plus guess what's tomorrow?"
"Um its........I don't know what is it?"
"Tomorrow we get to go back to school. I can't wait can you."
"Yes I can. I'm not a big fan in school. I am almost failling all my classes. Plus I missed so much school over these few days I think I missed like a week of school maybe more. You on the other hand are so ahead you could probably graduate now." I say and chuckle a little. Marcel just lays there and looks at me.
"Actually I could graduate early I just need to wait till after Christmas. They don't allow students to graduate before Christmas break. I have to wait till after it."
"Marcel why didn't you tell me. I was just joking and your serious. Wait so after Christmas break your leaving and moving to college. I don't know what I'll do with out you."
"I was going to. But than I met you and I don't think I'm going to anymore. Your more important. I couldn't leave you behind."
"Awww, Marcel. I have a question?"
"What is it baby?"
"Did someone call you last night, I'm not sure I think I was dreaming but, I'm not sure."
"Yeah. Someone did call me. At 3 in the morning. It was John."
"What did he want?"
"He had to tell me something remember."
"Yeah. Why so late though."
"He's gay and ashamed of it thats why he called so late."

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