The Styles Triplets

Chapter 29

I felt my self drop to my knees and crumble to the floor. I felt as if I had just been hit by a bus. I'm hurting everywhere, but especially in my heart. Probably because it's tearing at the words Harry just threw at me.

"Alex! Alex!" I heard Zayn's voice over me and his hands wrap around me, scooping me up in his arms.

"Marcel? Dead?" I whispered, going limp in Zayn's hands.

"Come on, let's take her home." I heard Harry say.

"Dead?" I whispered again.

The next thing I knew, I was in a car. I think it was Zayn's. Before he started to drive, I sat up and grabbed into his shirt, quite hard.
"You take me right to Marcel's house. Now."

"Alex, you need to get home." Zayn said to me.

"No!" I shouted, "Take me to him!"

"I can't do-"

"Yes you can! Fucking take me right now or I'll get there myself without your help!" I yelled through gritted teeth.

"Okay. I'll take you." He replied, finally giving in.

Sinking back into my chair, tears filled my eyes. I could hardly even see they were so full. My vision was distorted, my body was aching, and my head was pounding against my skull.
This can't be true can it? Marcel is dead? How?! Why?! I just talked to him last night! He can't be dead! He just can't be!

"We're here Al-"
Zayn didn't even have to finish his sentence before I was out I the car and in the house.

Anne was home and Harry must not have gotten back yet because he wasn't in sight. Anne was at the bottom of the stairs, crying.
"Oh Alex, you shouldn't be here." She told me through her sniffles.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Don't look Alex. Don't go." She begged.

"I need to see him." I said slowly, taking her hand.

Anne nodded and took in a deep breath, "He's in his room..."

Quickly, I stormed up stairs. I looked towards his bathroom. Pills and bottles of liquor were sprawled out all over the place. He must have died there and Harry moved him to his room.
"Marcel?" I called.
What are you doing? He can't hear you now.

Slowly, I made my way to his room and stopped in the doorway. Sure enough he was laying down on the bed, not moving, looking lifeless. I could hardly breathe, I felt like I was being suffocated!
I came closer to him, one step at a time till I finally was at his side.

"Oh Marce." I whispered to him, crying softly to myself.
I know he doesn't like when I cry.

His hand was cold when I reached out and held it, but I didn't care.
"Baby, why would you do this to yourself? Why would you...leave me? Just like that? After everything you've accomplished?"
I know Marcel can't hear me and isn't really with me anymore, but I felt actually good talking to him.
"What am I going to do without you?"

"Alex." Harry whispered behind me, "You have to go now. We have people taking...taking him now."

"Okay." I nodded and stood up, wiping my nose and eyes. I turned to Harry who had tears streaming down his face, "Haz..." I whimpered and tackled him with a hug.

Harry grabbed hold if me tight and held me close, crying with me. "Oh Alex...why did he do it?"

"John. That's why. It's always been fucking John. John ruins everything! I hate that mother-"

"Shhhh." Harry shushed me and put my head to his shoulder, "We'll deal with him later."
He then took my hand in his and led me back down the stairs just as the medics were going up.

"Alexandra, I just want to thank you." Anne said to me.

"Thank me? For what?"
I couldn't save him Anne...

"You made him very happy. I think this was always bound to happen...but if it weren't for you, it would have happened much sooner." She explained to me, "He always had depression, Alex. You just kept him going a little bit longer."

I couldn't hear any more if this, I needed to stop crying. Instead of replying, I just smiled at her and have her a hug.

"Now two of my babies are gone. One's in jail...and the other is...he's in a different place now." Anne cried, "What am I going to do?"

Harry took his mom's hand and pulled her into him, holding her just as he held me. "Alex, I think you need to go home. Go get some rest, clear your head."

Without replying, I gathered my things and headed outside to the car. Zayn was still in the driveway waiting for me.
"Thanks for waiting." I told him and gave a weak smile as I slid into the passenger seat.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No."

"How did....what happened?" He asked.

"Overdose, then added alcohol to the pills." I explained, "Just how my dad went."

Zayn scratched the back of his neck, " I'm so sorry."

"This was all because of John." I cried, "I figured it all out. John got rid of Edward and Harry and now Marcel. Only he got rid of Marce...for good."

Zayn took a deep breath, "Don't worry about it right now. I'll take care of it. We all will, you need to get home."

"Yeah."

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That night I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't do anything. Mom and dad came and checked in me a few times and tried to get me to come to dinner, but I just ignored them. I didn't want to be messed with. I needed to be alone.

As I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling I started to think of Liam. I really did need him right now.
Call him.

Before I knew it, I was dialing his number and was waiting for an answer.
"Liam here, leave a message and I might get back with you." The voicemail said.

"Liam, I'm sorry for what happened last time." I started, "Marcel died today, Liam. Edward is on trial and is probably going to be arrested. Everything is falling apart. Including me. I feel so empty inside, I'm hurting."
Taking a look at the clock I saw it was  six o'clock in the morning.
"Just give me a call...maybe? Please?" Then I hung up and rolled over onto my side, curling up in a ball.
Someone please shoot me.

"Hun?" Mom whispered and came into my room.

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay sweetie?" She asked softly.

Am I okay?! Am I okay?! NO IM NOT OKAY!! MY BOYFRIEND JUST DIED!!
"I just want to be alone."

"Okay, I'll be downstairs if you need anything." She smiled, then shut the door behind her.

After she left, I threw my pillow at the door and let out a huge grunt.
No one understands!! How could you ask if I'm okay? Obviously I'm not! Don't you see me?!
I felt like I did many years ago when daddy died, broken, left to fend for myself, hurt, and helpless.

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(A/N:)

Hope y'all liked the chapter! A lot of you guys are mad at me :( don't be mad!

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-Bree

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