Bullied

Chapter 23: Marcel

"What? We are being followed?" I asked as he looked into his rearview mirror. I turned around and saw a black Cadillac with tinted windows, so tinted I couldn't make out whether the person driving was a boy or a girl, but there is a passenger.

"Marcel don't look back." Louis said looking kind of scared. "Don't make any sudden moves. I need you to slouch down so they won't be able to see you, so they don't know I have a passenger." he said as his voice started to get a bit questioning.

"Louis no. If they are after you they are going to have to go through me." I said as he looked up from the road. I didn't like what I saw. There was hurt, scared, with a little but of anger in his eyes.

"Marcel please." He said looking back into his rearview mirror.  I turned and looked one more time making sure no one would be able to see me. "Marcel!" Louis said practically begging me to scrunch down as if they were going to shoot.

"Fine!" I said moving down in my seat.

"Fuck!" Louis shouted as the car started making funny noises. Louis pulled the car over. I hoped they wouldn't stop. But as soon as the car shut off sure enough they were right behind us with there four way flashers on.

"Louis one of them it's getting out of the car." I said starting to get scared.

"Marcel everything is going to be alright." He said smashing his lips into mine incase it's going to be the last time. "I promise" He said putting his forehead against mine. " I won't let anyone hurt you." He said as a guy came and knocked on Louis' window.

"Excuse me I noticed your car quit and I was wondering if you needed any help." The man said as I felt my door open. I turned around and saw a man holding a finger to his mouth signaling me to be quiet.

The second guy pulled me out of the car while the first guy was talking to Louis making sure no one would notice that I was leaving the car. "Are you Marcel Styles?" The scary looking man asked me.

"Yeah... Why?" I asked as he smiled, not a heart warning smile but a creepy sinister smile.

"Is that Louis, your boyfriend?" He nodded his head towards the car.

"Don't you dare touch him. Whatever you have against me, take it up with me but don't you dare hurt him!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Marcel.. Calm down, I'm here for you." He said grabbing me so my arms were behind my back and I was facing the car. "Be careful one wrong move and the pretty boy gets it." The man said as I was scared of what was going to happen.

"What do you want from me?" I asked as I watched the first less scary man talk to Louis.

"Marcel.. You see God doesn't believe in gay bastards like you." He said as a third guy popped out of the bushes and punched me in the stomach as hard as he could.

"Why do you think that? Don't you realize that he made us how he wants!" I said getting cut off with a right hook to the face. "LOUIS!" I shrieked hoping he would be able to help.

"MARCEL!" Louis shrieked as I got thrown to the ground and they started kicking. I thought Louis would be able to hold them off, I mean he's strong and can fight off Harry Liam and Niall all at one time but I suppose they weren't really trying to hurt anyone.

I looked up and saw Louis face pushed down to the pavement. No this can't be happening he can't be getting beat up. I saw my opportunity one more swing that's all I need. They stopped they are watching Louis, he stopped fighting back. No no "NO!" I shouted hopping on the second guys back. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I shouted fighting back. "LOUIS!!" I shouted as I knocked guy on his back.

"Marcel." Louis coughed as I ran up to him. I turned around and saw the guys running as cars started flying by.

"Are you alright?" I said tears slipping down my face as he tried to stand up.

"Yeah. I just realized once I stopped fighting back he would stop hitting me so hard." He said as he tried to laugh and not show his pain. "Get in the car." Louis demanded. I didn't want to argue considering his beating was worse then mine. I got into the car and turned around to see what was talking him so long. He was bent forward hand on the back of the car helping him keep his balance as he was puking. He stood up and wiped off his mouth off and walked to the front of the car. "Shit. Marcel pop the trunk, I have to siphon there gas." Louis said as he walked to the back of the car again. He was back about ten minutes later.

We sat in silence for about 20 minutes before I finally said something. "I'm sorry about this." I said as he pulled up to the bus. You know it's weird we have been on the bus for about a week and it hasn't even gone anywhere. Aren't we supposed to be going to the U.S.?

"Marcel it's fine it's not like you knew it was going to happen." He said, legs out of the door sitting sideways. He say there four a little bit before he got out. He waited for me and we walked into the bus and saw everyone's jaws hit the floor.

"Marcel!" Harry shouted as I dropped to my knees. Next thing I know I was falling face first onto the floor passing out from the pain.

"Marcel. Marcel wake up." Harry said as my eyes fluttered open. I slowly say up and saw Louis drinking ice water on the couch.

"What happened to you guys?" Liam asked.

"I think mom sent a hit man out after me." I said looking straight at Louis.

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I just want to let you guys know I'm not against gays as I was writing this I could see people starting to think that so I just have to let you guys all know! Honestly I have two gay uncles!!

ANYWAYS! What do you guys think of this chapter? Do you think Harry and Marcel's mom would send out a hit man?