Beaten And Bruised

Chapter 3

(Murdoc's POV)

  3:45 am.

   I sat on my bed, drunken. Angry. I've held in my anger my whole life. All because of my dad. That asshole. What he did to me. I hate him. Why did he have to do that. He hit me. He did anything he fucking wanted to me. Satan, I hate him.

   I felt a tear roll down my face. I hate him so much.

(2-D's POV)

  I lay awake in my bed. Why am I awake? I just want to sleep. I feel cold, I'm not sure why, I'm fully covered in my blanket. My body hurts, from when Murdoc hurts me. Maybe I could sleep with Murdoc, maybe he won't hit me.. probably not but I might as well try.

   I walked across the hall, past noodles room and knocked on Murdoc's door. "H-hey, Mudz, could I come in?" I ask softly. "N-no, go back to ya room, Dul-lard." He sounds upset, why is he upset? "M-mudz.. are you a'right?" I say, slightly cracking open the door.

   I hear heavy footsteps walking towards the door. "Wha'd I tell you. Go back to your room, faceache." He spat angrily. "No Murdoc, wha's wrong." I heard him draw in a long breath, I saw his fist pull back. I mentally and physically prepared myself for the hit. I closed my eyes and held my breath. "N-no. Please.." I say, quietly. I'm afraid if he heard that he would hurt me more.

   I waited. Nothing happened. I suddenly felt arms wrap around my chest and Murdoc pulled me close. I felt warm tears against my chest. "Mudz. Please tell me wha's wrong." He just tightened his grip. "Murdoc, can we sit." He nodded and walked to the bed, sitting down. I dodged my way through beer bottles and cigarette butts.

   I sat on the bed next to Mudz. "Can you tell me wha's wrong?" He took a long breath. "I'm jus', I'm so p-pissed. Because o' wha' that asshole did to me." I nodded, rubbing his back comfortingly. "Can you e'splain?" He just looked down. "He jus', he.. hurt me. Even worse than I hurt you." Worse? "Like he.. did things to me, things tha' I would never do to you."

   I finally understood. "Oh.. m-Mudz I'm sorry, I never knew.." I say quietly. He shook his head. "Why're you in 'ere anyway." I looked down. "I couldn't sleep, and I'm sore.. everywhere." He looked down, his hair covering his face, like he already knew why. He quickly pulled me into a hug

   "Stu. I-I know you don't deserve anythin' I do to you.. you're jus', so vulnerable. I hope you know I hate hurting you. I really do." I smiled a bit. I felt my eyes watering. I really hope he means it, not just talking drunkly.

   "Mudz, is it alright if I sleep with you tonight?" I ask, quietly. I don't want him to think I'm weird. He probably thinks I'm a freak. I hate myself. I look down and start playing with my hands. "Yeah, you can." He says, laying down. I lay down next to him, kinda far. I don't want him to think I'm weird, being all close to him.

   I fall asleep next to him easily.

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   I woke up shivering, I'm still really cold. "You good, Stu?" I guess he heard me making noises because of how cold I was. "I-I'm jus-st c-cold." I stutter. "Mmhmm." He mumbles. He pulls me closer. I felt our skin touch, he felt so warm. I snuggled into his chest, I could feel his heart beat quicken, then slowly become normal again.

   I was quickly falling asleep in his arms. I never want this feeling to end.

(Murdoc's POV)

   Once I felt Stu was falling asleep, I smiled. "You're so beautiful, Stu. Your body, your face, everythin' about you, even your eyes. Satan, everythin' is so beautiful." I said aloud.

   "You too," he mumbled back. "Especially your  eyes. I like them because their different."

   I smiled. That's my favorite thing about him too. His eyes are like galaxies. Sometimes you can see stars in them. "Yours are too, they're my favorite feature 'bout you, besides your smile, your teeth make you cuter than you already are." I say smiling. I feel his mouth curl into a smile against my chest. I want every night to be like this.

   I rubbed his back and played with his hair until I fell asleep.

~~ morning ~~

   I woke up with Stu's face buried in my chest. Satan, he's adorable. I don't want to wake him up yet. I played with his hair and rubbed his back. I heard him grumble and he moved closer to me, opening his eyes. He looked up at me, he grew pale, moving away from me. "I-I'm sorry Mudz, I thought I'd wake up before you so I coul' leave jus' please don' hit me."

   I was hurt by his comment. Have I really scarred him that much. Fuck I hate myself. "Stu, I-I-" He got out of my bed, he was truly terrified of me. "Mudz I'm so sorry. I'm so stupi'. I thought I was going to leave before you 'ere up and you wouldn't 'member a thing." He was right. I wouldn't have remembered most of the night if he wasn't still in my bed. I barely ever remember going to sleep. "Stu- I-.... just leave." I hate myself for telling him to leave but the reason I told him to go is so I could hate myself in peace. He nodded quickly and left my room, closing the door behind him.

(2-D's POV)

   I ran to my room and shut the door. He didn't seem mad but who knows with him. He's never mad until he drinks. Then he'll hit me and kick me and hurt me all over. He'll call me pathetic again, and he'll call me worthless and useless and- and.

   My thoughts were interrupted by my sobs. How could I be so stupid. Murdoc's right about everything he says about me when he's drunk. Except for beautiful. I'm not beautiful. I'm just a boy who hates his voice. Hates his eyes, his missing teeth, his oddly skinny self. I hate everything about myself. No one can make me see myself any other way.

   But I still think he is the most perfect person I've ever laid my eyes on..

   Why am I such a crybaby?

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Chapter 3: mistake

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