Stronger *Trilogy* (Larcel/Larry)

Chapter 8

It's been a week since Louis and I had that amazing date. Even if it was amazing when it happened I just feel like we went on a date, for Louis to make up for not being home now. I've barely seen my boyfriend. If it wasn't studying for tests or working on a project, it was him going out partying or going to drama rehearsals. He just hasn't been around.

This is what makes me wish I was in college right now. So I was with Lou all the time, I could look after him and make sure no bastard was checking him out or trying to flirt with him. So I could go with him to all the parties where we would dance all night, get extremely drunk and make out as we grind on each other on the dance floor. Or so we could help each other study because we had been too busy staring at each other in class instead of paying attention.

I sighed as I punched the punching bag, hanging from the ceiling. I followed a few different patterns, hitting it harder and harder as the frustration took over me. I punched it once more and grabbed it before it hit me. I felt pretty lonely even now at the gym. Richard wasn't even here to keep me company or crack a joke when I was starting to get frustrated with my training. He's either busy with his little girl, which I totally understand, or always talking to Mr Tomlinson.

I scowled as his laugh echoed through the gym and I heard Mr Tomlinsons voice raise in excitement as they both started to laugh then. I huffed in annoyance as I punched the punching bag and then I heard footsteps come closer. I sighed as Richards voice sounded behind me, happy and content.

"You're going to bruise your hands doing that, put some gloves on!" He scolded as he noticed my bare hands, which I hadn't even taped up.

"Now you care do you? Newsflash, I've been training like this all week." I scowled and Richard sighed.

"What's up Marcy?" He asked.

"Just lonely." I mumbled, staring down at the ground. He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze.

"M'sorry. I haven't really been here either huh?" He asked and I just shrugged but he knew himself the answer to his question.

"Look let's just leave it for today yeah? Go home, have some rest and we'll continue next week and I'll be here. Promise." He smiled, patting my cheek fondly and then walking off.

"I guess." I muttered to myself. I decided not to leave the gym though. I stayed behind and walked up the boxing ring which was placed in the middle of the huge room. I trailed my fingers across the rough rope and then held on to it tightly as I pulled myself up and into the ring. I walked around, still holding on to the rope feeling the rough texture on my hand.

Then I was laying in the middle of the ring, my arms behind my head, staring up to the grey ceiling. I wasn't really sure how long I laid there, it could of been a hour but it could of also been fifteen minutes, but I was too busy humming a random tune to myself, my eyes closed and just enjoying -finally- the silence around me.

Suddenly someone jumped on top of me and I opened my eyes quickly to see ocean blue eyes, sparkling in excitement staring down at me.

"Hey babe!" He sung, kissing my cheek happily.

"Hey Lou." I said, closing my eyes again. I guess he didn't really like the lack of attention because he poked my cheek but all I wanted to do was get lost in my own little world again.

"Marcyyy...talk to meeee." He whined and I held back my sigh as I sat up and stared at my boyfriend who had black bags under his eyes and his skin looked pale, losing the sun kissed glow to it, from all the alcohol he has been consuming lately.

"No offence love but I think you need to stay away from the parties for a bit." I said and Louis cocked his head to the side.

"Why? I'm only having fun! Unlike you." He muttered the last part. Clearly I wasn't supposed to hear that but I did.

"No! You're getting pissed all the time and then you spend the rest of the day at school looking like shit and then you come home and fall asleep because you have a hangover! You don't have to go to every fucking party!" I growled, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Don't you blame me that you can't come with me because you don't attend college. I've told you time and time again to go to college with me and you don't! That's not my problem Marcel! And then you go around saying that we don't spend any time together well if you weren't training all the time then we would have time to be together and do shit!" He replied, raising his voice.

"And who do you expect to pay for you to go to college Louis? I'm the only one bringing money home!" I shouted back.

"Don't be stupid! I know you saved a lot of money in the fucking bank! You're just too lazy to sit down and study and you're taking the easy way out! At least I did work to get into college I got my fucking scholarship thanks to football! All you have Marcel is your fucking strength! Oh and let's not forget your not that right in the head either!" He spat, his last sentence feeling like a thousand knives stabbing my heart.

"At least I know what I want in life Louis! I'm not like you! How many courses have you changed until now? Well the last time you actually cared to tell me it was five, god knows how many more times you dropped a course and picked another one!" I retorted, ignoring the harsh words he said to me before but I still couldn't stop myself from looking down at my arms and seeing all the white lines going up my arms, some even reaching my elbows.

"Well I'm not the one who beats up people for a living! I'm trying to make something out of my life and what do you do? Bring someone else pain to gain some cash! I wonder if your parents are proud of that!" He yelled.

My whole body stiffened and I clenched my fists, my lips pressing into a thin line. That was the final hit, those knives finally killed me, those words just hit me too hard. I watched as Louis froze under my glare as he finally registered what he just said.  This time though sorry just wasn't going to cut it. Cut! The thought left just as fast as I thought about it.

I got up and rushed out of the gym leaving a stunned Louis behind. He didn't even bother to call after me, he knew damn well that he went over the edge with that one. I quickly got in the car and lost no time before I was speeding down the road and heading home. The minute I arrived I hopped out and ran into the house, slamming the door behind me and pulling on my curls in frustration.

He just had to bring them fucking up didn't he? He knows it's a touchy subject for me and so he uses it against me! Who am I dating? A heartless bastard? The tears started to fall then as I held back a sob as I ran upstairs and into the bathroom, looking at my red puffy eyes in the mirror and my tear stained cheeks. That's when I noticed the razor on the side of the sink.

With a shaky hand, I grabbed it and started breaking it apart until the I was only holding a sharp piece of metal in my hand. I stared at it, watching the bathroom light shine on its silver. I then brought my arm up, and inspected my wrist. I glanced back at the razor in my hand and then at my wrist and with a shaky hand I started to inch the sharp blade closer to my wrist. 

I closed my eyes as I felt the cool metal touch my skin but I couldn't do it. I couldn't press the metal into my skin, I couldn't repeat the past. I wasn't going to repeat the past. Since then I grew stronger right? That's why I dropped the blade in to the sink and took a few steps away from it, ignoring the urge at the pit of my stomach to just go through with it all again.

That's how I found myself sitting on a bar stool in a near by pub, drowning my pain and anger away with as much alcohol as I could. My sight was already blurry and my speech didn't make much sense anymore. I listened to the music bouncing off the wooden walls of the pub, sending vibrations through my body as I tapped my foot to what I guessed was the beat.

I was lost in my own little intoxicated world, as I drank another pint and then another. I didn't care how pissed I got or how I wasn't too sure anymore where I was or what I was doing. All I cared about was the fact that once again I found a way to forget. Then I heard a familiar voice calling my name and I span around, and came face to face with him, a huge grin tugging at my lips.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I hope this kind of makes up for it. More drama! Who do you think is right? Marcel or Louis and why? And who found Marcel at the pub? Also it's unedtied, I'll edit it tomorrow when I have time.