Chapter 7

I had so much fun I decided to write this chapter

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-WILL

My blood boiled as he said those words. I gripped onto Elle behind me even more, a soft growl forming in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm not your wife, Marco." It was so feeble and pitiful. She was afraid of him, what had he done to her?

"You are! You're just confused because William's here. You love me…"

In your dreams… Actually, I'm not sure I wanted to know what goes on in Marco's dreams.

Marco moved toward us, his steps predatory. He was furious.

"No, I don't. I love Will."

"YOU BASTARD! YOU RUIN EVERYTHING! YOU TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME! MY MOTHER! MY FATHER!-"

"I never took your dad away, Marco. You drove him away. He took every chance he could to be posted away; so he didn't have to be disappointed in you."

Marco screamed and launched at me. Lance grabbed him and threw him away from us, then pushing us toward the door. We ran, well that is your first instinct to run like hell.

But then… as we got out the door, Elle was ripped from my hold and Lance was taken to the ground. I was thrown against a wall. I could hear Ellie's screams… they were getting more and more distant. Lance was yelling for me and for Elle. But then he was silenced, I heard him grunt in pain and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

"LANCE! ELLE!"

I was turned to face someone before someone forced my knees out underneath me and pulled my head up to look at him.

"Look, at you now. Screaming for help."

Marco's voice was different now. More cold; more inhuman. More terrifying. It was like when you're a kid and you don't want to go to sleep because you know something awful is gonna happen; that little voice in the back of your head telling you to panic. Setting your heart on fire with worry. I was scared. But not for me. I wasn't the only one who had told him the truth.

JEN

"You drive like my grandmother. And she's been dead, what? 10 years?" I yelled at Miles. He exchanged a look with George and Noah.

"Jen, we know, you're worried about Will…"

"WORRIED? YOU THINK THIS IS WORRIED? I told you not to tell him. Whenever a friend is involved with danger all thinking goes out of Will's head and he charges in there. Idiot."

I had been cursing the curly haired moron for an hour while Miles drove the car and the others had been talking strategically. I mean, no offence to Will I think he's great, BUT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIS BRAIN WHEN HE RAN AWAY FORM US!

I'd already lost Ellie and La…. I wasn't going to lose another person I cared about to something called stupidity.

We needed to get there and quickly or they were dead for sure…

ELLIE

I paced in my room, breathing. Will was here… Will had to come to save me… He had… but then he was dragged away from me. Why couldn't they just let us be?

The door opened and Marco walked in slowly and carefully. He closed the door lightly. Before turning to me and smiling…

He opened his arms for me and pulled me closer to him, closing the gap between us.

"How are you now you've had time to think? Got over the little ordeal of seeing William?"

"I don't understand… I told you I didn't-"

"You were just confused." He said hurriedly, interrupting me. "Which is understandable, I don't blame you."

I pushed him away and held my ground. It was time Marco heard the truth.

"Marco… I don't love you. I never did. I only agreed to marry you because of Jen."

"No, you want to believe that because Will has brainwashed you into thinking you love him and not me. There was something in your eyes when you said you would I know it. I saw it."

I sighed, was this guy really that dense?

"Marco. That was fear. I. Am. Afraid of you. And I don't want to marry you… I'm sorry."

I walked towards my door. But I didn't believe for a second he would let me go without a fight.

"COME HERE! YOU LITTLE WHORE!"

He grabbed my hair and threw me down on the floor. Pinning me down.

"GET OFF ME! ARGHHH! GET OFF!"