This will be a short chapter....sorry lol

"Steph!" Marcel yelled down the hallways of there apartment building. Forgetting his keys, he banged on the door loudly. Blood soaked his shirt, that he wasn't even sure was his.

Stephanie slowly opened the door, wiping her eyes from sleep. Marcel dropped to his knees.

"I...I did it." he said through tears.

"Did what? Why are you covered in blood?" she said worriedly.

"I killed her, like you wanted me too. Now you won't leave me right?"

Shocked, Stephanie took a step back. SHe covered her mouth and paused at Marcel's blood covered shirt.

"I can't fuckin believe you would cheat on me again Marcel, after everything we've been through!" Stephanie through a glass plate towards Marcel, but he dodged it. 

"Baby, just listen-" he was cut off by a pan flying over his head.

"FUCK YOU MARCEL!Your not gonna keep hurting me like this." she fell to the floor, sobbing hard. Her heart felt heavy, and her legs were weak. She couldn't believe, after taking Marcel back for the third time, he would do the same shit over again.

He walked over to her and held her. "Tell me what I can do to fix this..." he said lowly.

"Get rid of that bitch!" she yelled, "Or I'm done with you for good!"

"Marcel..." she said in a low calm tone. "Who did you kill?"

"Adriana, the bitch who I cheated on you with. That's what you wanted right?"

She sat down in the chair, staring at the floor.

"Just say you wont leave me." he said, creeping towards her. She slowly inched back in her chair, afraid.

"Marcel, I didn't ask you to do that."

Marcel smirked. "Yes you did, silly. You said to get rid of her."

"Get rid of her, like break up with her!Marcel... you have to turn yourself in."

"What?? Are you- NO!" He began to get hostile, scaring Stephanie a little bit more. She's never seen him like this, so she wasn't sure if he was safe.

"You could say it was self defense, you could say she came at yo-"

"Shut the fuck up!"he pulled out a gun that was in his pants.

"Marcel, what are you doing?" Stephanie blurted as she watched him point the gun toward his temple.

"Stephanie, I've loved you since middle school. When I first layed my eyes on you, it was like the world froze, and we were the only two things moving," he said through tears," from that day on I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life." He cocked the gun back until it made a clicking noise.

"Marcel, please baby, don't do this." 

Stephanie quickly remembered her phone was in her back pocket.

"Why not? you don't love me? You dont! How the fuck am I supposed to live without you?"

He fell to his knees and dropped his head, staring at the floor. She quickly clicked the emergency call, and dialed 911. She heard someone lowly answer, but she wanted them to hear the conversation.

He shut his eyes and cried hard. He started breathing heavily and pumping himself up to pull the trigger. "I love you," he said.

"Marcel, I'm pregnant!" she yelled. He opened his eyes, and looked at her. 

"I'mma be a dad?"

"Yes, now how would your kid feel, knowing that their daddy killed someone then killed himself?"

He smiled, dropping the gun. He crawled over to her, and placed his head on her belly.

She didn't lie about the baby, but this wasn't going  be the time that she was going to tell him. So she used the opportunity to distract him while the cops pin pointed the address from hr phone.

Marcel looked up at Stephanie. he was never so in love with her like he was at that moment.

Stephanie faked a loving smile, but deep down she was terrified. She was 8 months pregnant, barely showing be cause she was already kind of chubby as it is. Nobody knew about the baby except her.

Marcel held her, but froze when he heard sirens in the distance. He seen her phone in her hand light up, and read 911 on the I.D. He got up slowly, and walked back over to the gun. He picked it up slowly, not facing her.

"You set me up." he said calmly.

"Baby, what? No..."

He turned around and pointed the gun towards her. You set me up! You stupid lying bitch I cant believe I ever trusted you!"

"Please!The baby!"

"Their ain't no baby." he siad, laughing. "Your a liar."

The cops banged on the door. A mans voice yelled from behind it. "Police, open up!"

"Help, please! He's got a gun!" Stephanie yelled.

4 cops busted in, aiming their guns at Marcel. Tears began to rush down his face as he kept the gun pointed at her.

"Drop the gun, or we'll shoot!"

"Fuck yall! This got nothing to do with you guys!" he yelled, not breaking his gaze at me.

"You got 5 seconds sir! Five-" Marcel smiled at her, letting tears fall from his face.

"Four-"

Stephanie cried silently, knowing what he was about to do.

"Three-"

She thought about when they'd first gotten together. How untouchable they were, how much of a dream team they were.

"Two"

He looked down at her stomach, unsure if his seed was really in her stomach. But what else did he have to loose? He was going to die, now or in the electric chair.

"One"

The both mouthed, I love you to each other.

Marcel opened fire on Stephanie, hitting her clean through the skull. The cops shot Marcel down, hitting him 12 times.

Stephanie and Marcel's baby miraculously lived, but was born a month early. It was a beautiful baby boy, that would be soon entered into foster care. He grew up, being named Dewayne, and not ever knowing the tragic story of what happened to his parents.