OK my lovelies, right after sending you the message i started writingthenext part cuz i honestly was scared i would forget and theni could have my sarcasm for a year (horrified face). Not a whole lot but i loved writing it. So enjoy,and remember VOTE, FAN, and COMMENT PLEASE! Love you lots!
~ Shay
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James POV
I watched as the girl I loved walked away from me. My ribs hurt and I was sure she had ripped a chunk of hair out of my head giving me a bald patch. None of this however could amount to the pain I felt from her last comment.
She was right though I had promised her I would always protect her and I failed to keep that promise when it mattered most.
(Flashback 7 years ago)
Another guy was forcing himself on my Maricella near the football stadium, pushing her against the stands and using his weight to hold her in place.
Gosh, these fuckers are stupid. Even at 5 foot 2 she could take on a guy on the football team who was twice her size. I should know since I irritate her enough to the point when she decides words won’t fix the problem, only beating sense in to me will.
Just then the guy made a wrong move. He punched Cella in an attempt to stop her from fighting his ”passion” towards her. I saw red. The next thing I knew I was coming up behind him, yanking him away from her and beating the shit out of him.
The bastard was bloody and fell to the ground after a few punches, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop until I heard Cella crying and telling me to stop so I wouldn’t get detention again. I kicked the idiot once for good measure then pulled her to me to calm both myself and her.
“It’s alright sweetie. I’m sorry. I promise, I swear that I will always be there to protect you, when you can’t handle it yourself. I promise,” I said kissing her head and rubbing her back.
“Alright, but I wasn’t worried about myself.” Cella said, looking up at me. “I was worried about you. Your face held pure rage and you almost didn’t stop. It scared me poop-less.”
I smiled at her choice in words before I pulled away to grab my things as well as hers. “I promise to try to keep my anger in check around you.
Maricella gave me a knowing look as she took her things from my hands. “Try? You’re gonna have to do more than try, Jay,” she sighed before walking towards her red Ford F150 truck.
I stood there shocked for a moment at her words. I ran to catch up to her since she was my ride home while yelling, “You do realize that bastard hit you, right? He was practically fucking ra-“
Cella cut off my words, putting her hand over my mouth and glaring at me. “Language, Mister! You have known me for most of my life and yet you still cuss in front of me.” I chuckled and kissed her hand.
Dropping to my knees, I hugged her legs, “Oh pwease forgive! I’m weary weary sorry, miss,” I said like I was a toddler again.
She laughed then hit me in the back of the head. “That was for scaring me,” punched me in the arm (hard!), “that’s for cussing. And this,” I flinched expecting a kick, but felt her kiss me instead, “is for saving me.”
The song I Swear that She’s the One by Sparks the Rescue came into my head and I knew that she was the only girl I would ever love.
(End Flashback)
I shook my head to clear it from the memory of the promise I wasn’t able to uphold back then. I had been an ignorant fool when I first made that promise. I didn’t know that her dad had been a drunk since their mother had become comatose a year before. I didn’t know that he did drugs and sold anything of value to get a hold of them. I didn’t know shit about her life at home.
Charlie cleared his throat from the kitchen doorway bringing me back to reality. He was looking a bit nervous but guys don’t talk about stuff like that unless they were really, REALLY drunk, so I didn’t ask. Instead I grabbed a Dr Pepper from the fridge and took a drink.
“She doesn’t know that you’re bunking in the guest room.”
Soda spewed from my mouth and got everywhere. “Excuse me? Did you just say she doesn’t know that I’m living with both of you?” He nodded. “Shit. Cella’s gonna kill you when you tell her.”
He looked away from me and I knew what he was going to say next. “Hell No!! I am not gonna be the one to tell her. You are cause she won’t beat the living shit out of you. She loves you too much. Me, on the other hand, she can’t stand. Did you not see her reaction to me just being in the apartment? Imagine what she’ll do to me if I tell her I’m living here!” My eyes were wide and I was practically yelling at him by the end.
“Yeah but she could render me incapable of…yah know,” he gestured to his crotch.
“I’d be fucking dead by the time she was calmed down enough to stop!” I yelled
“LANGUAGE!!”I heard from another room and rolled my eyes.
“Listen, its your band and I want to help. But if you make me tell her I won’t be able to help. I’d be dead.”
Charlie was silent for a minute as he tried to think of another way to get out of telling her. Not coming up with anything he scowled at me. “Fine! You have to explain to my future wife why I can’t please her, though.”
I scoffed, “What future wife? I doubt you’d even get in a relationship.” He chucked a spoon at me and I laughed as I left to settle into the guest bedroom farthest from Maricella’s room.
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Sorry guys im tired so im not gona say much. Loved it? Hated it? let me know! Night everyone, im gonna go to bed since its almost midnight here.
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RomanceMaricella has had to fight off every guy who met her since she was 15. They always got frisky and tried something on her, but she isn't helpless and easily stopped each and everyone. Now at 23 she works at Rage, the local bar owned by her Uncle Max...
