BasicallyIDoWrk x Reader // I Love You

Chapter 17. Regret

- Your POV - 

"(Y/N)! NO!" Before I can even flinch the gun get's ripped out of my hands and thrown onto the ground. I look up to see Marcel staring deep into my eyes. "What where you thinking? What are you doing!" I go to say something, but as I try nothing is to be said. I go to hug him, but he pushes me away. 

"M-Marcel?" I can tell that Nikita is staring us down, quite confused, either that or she's comtemplating whether to kill us or run. I dive down to pick up the gun but he pulls me back up, grabbing me by my wrists. I struggle to get out of his grip. "LET ME GO! SHE DESERVES TO DIE!" I scream, now I can hear that Nikita is running. 

"(Y/n), calm down, stop!" Marcel yells, kicking the gun so it slides across the floor. He looks me dead in the eyes, fear rushing through his body. "What is wrong with you...?" A feel of hatred hits me, nothing's wrong with me... Is there? He lets go of my wrists, I fall to the ground landing on my knees, my hands grabbing  the back of my neck, my body arched in shame. Nothing's wrong with me... Is there? What if there is? "(Y/n), you need to calm down. Please." Now he's begging! What the fuck! Does he think I'm insane! I look up at him, anger is the only emotion I know, that's when I get up, and run...

- Marcel's POV - 

I don't bother chasing after her. She isn't right, everything we've gone through, all the trouble we've had, it's changed her. I walk the opposite way, thinking, contemplating on what decision I should make next. What do I do? I grab my phone, dialing Johnathon's number. 

"Hello!" Johnny say's in his typical annoying voice. 

"Hey, we need to talk, face to face. Something's wrong..." I mutter, looking down at my feet in shame. I hear him sigh.

"Alright, my place, whatever time suits you." He hangs up, his brother instincts have kicked in, he can tell that this problem has to do with (y/n). I put my phone back in my pocket, walking down the corridoors, hands in my pockets, head hanging low. 

"Marcel..." I turn arounf to face Nikita, leaning against the wall, her hood over her head. "I'm sorry that it's come to this. He changes us all. He changed me when he took me, that's why I wanted you... I thought you could help me." I don't bother yelling, screaming, becoming angry. I just stand there, staring at her. That's when I turn around, and keep walking. What have I done? 

I arrive at Johnny's house, not even bothering to knock I just walk inside. Johnny's sitting on the couch drinking some Jack Daniels, doesn't suprise me. 

"Sit." He demands, not looking at me, just staring into space. So I do. "She came here just before you know, she was covered in blood, gashes and slashes from shards of glass. I asked her what was wrong, she said that 'he' did it. Did she mean you?" Johnathon now looks at me. I shake my head, I didn't touch her... 

"No, you know I'd never do that. She was about to shoot Nikita, who took me for help. She knocked me out and took me to the abandoned hospital. (Y/n) followed us there, that's when she almost murdered-"

"Stop... I don't wanna hear anymore..." Johnny hushes me, and so I stay quiet. We sit there, thinking in silence, what now? "You have to help her." Johnathon finally says, sitting up and cupping his head in his hands. 

"How?" I ask, snapping out of my daydream. 

"Call someone, the police, anyone. I'll try and talk to her, but she's never been one to listen to me. I hope whatever you do is right... Just, try your best..." 

I leave Johnathon's house, no goodbyes, just silence. As I get into my car I dial Craig, he's one of her best friends, surely he can help.

"Hello?" 

"Craig it's Marcel, I need your help, can I come down to your place?" I hear screaming and begging in the background, it sounds like (y/n). 

"If it's about the Mrs, she's here. Come down as quickly as you can, I'll be here." I quickly race to Craig's house, speeding past red lights and ignoring stop signs, I don't care if anyone sees, it's her. I barge into Craig's house, I can hear (y/n) screaming and begging for her life. I run into the top bedroom, Craig is standing at his bedroom door, behind him the door is being banged as if someone's trying to bash it down. 

"She in there if you couldn't tell, she's in there. She passed out when she came in, I managed to clean her up a little bit, but she's awoken now and panicking. What do we do?" 

"Call an ambulance, she needs to go to hospital. I'll go in and try and calm her down. Go!" Craig runs downstairs, dialing 911, this isn't gonna go well. "(Y/n), it's Marcel, please, stop and let me in." 

"No! Get away from me! Leave me alone!"

"(Y/n) please I wanna help. Just let him in, let's talk." The banging on the door stops, I grab the door handle, turning it and slightly opening the door. I glance down at her, she's crawled up in the corner of the room. "Hey, you okay?" She doesn't reply, she's shaking, her eyes blood shot red. "Listen I wanna help," I take a few steps closer to her.

"STOP! DON'T, don't... Please, stay away..." I still walk closer, hushing her, trying to keep her as calm as possible. I sit down on the bed, looking at her, patting the spot beside me, smiling. 

"It's okay, you don't need to panic. I'm here for you, always and forever. Remember?" she stands up, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. 

"What did I do?..."