"I 'ate 'um. I 'ate 'im, I 'ate 'ehr!" 2D sobbed into his sleeve, his thick accent made his words sound strange and squashed together.
Stu-Pot was the happy-go-lucky and ever so bubbly lead singer of Gorillaz, strong and proud. Now look at him; crying in the middle of his room on his own. He never cried, ever- but tonight was an acception. He combed his fingers through his tussled azure hair as he fought back the waves of each rib crushing sob that hit him like a violent punch to the chest.
The pain felt more literal that it sounded... He would know. He had many bruises on his pale, soft skin. One could call them 'little gifts' from that scumbag Satanist himself- Murdoc Niccals.
The boy's one, true idol. The person he admired the most. The person he tried so hard to impress every day. Murdoc had now thrown all that back in the young singers face when the graphic image of Paula being pleasured by another man stuck on repeat in his head. Over, and over, and over.
He reached for his pills that he had already taken too many of today, scoffing another two down his throat as though his life depended on it. The solid booming throbbed in his skull as another migraine emerged from the stress. Clenching his fists and holding back tears he swallowed hard and tried to steady his breathing. Headaches like this are a daily thing for the singer, what with Murdoc blaring 'The 'Stones' at four o'clock in the morning as he continued to drink, or Murdoc playing bass at two o'clock in the morning- just before he gets so drunk he can barely move, or Murdoc purposely giving him a swift slap to the back of the head (or punch depending on the mood..), or Murdoc shagging birds in his whinnie at all hours of the night. Shagging his bird in the toilet stalls. His bird, his beautiful girlfriend- well, ex.
His hollow black eyes looked so full of hurt. He finally managed to catch his breath again whilst gritting his teeth and trying to put all focus on his meds.
The young man's door flew open to reveal the very drunken bastard standing with a fag in his mouth and his belt still undone. 2D couldn't physically believe that he had the audacity to stand in the frame of his door as if it was just another day, as if he hadn't found his best friend fucking his girlfriend in the dirty bathroom stalls. Murdoc positioned his fag carefully before he began to speak "A'right, faceache. Sorry, about the whole y'know- shagging yer bird- thing. It didn't mean anything re-" Murdoc was cut off with an assertive "..get out."
He furrowed his brows.
What had 2D just said?
"Tusspot, c'mon.. You know it didn't mean anything?"
"I DON' FUCKING CARE! I TRUSTED YOU! YOU WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND! MY GIRLFRIEND! AFTER EVERYFINK I'VE DONE FUR YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL PRICK! I WAN' YOU OUT IF MY ROOM MUDZ, NOW! I FUCKIN' 'ATE YOU!" 2D roared, fighting back the tears forming in his eyes with every fibre of his being. He was not going to give Murdoc the satisfaction of seeing him cry that easily.
Murdoc stared in complete shock. This was not the same tosser everyone knew and loved. Mudz had gone to far this time. He had pushed him over the edge. He has broken him in ways that he didn't think possible. The words slammed against the slender, olive-skinned man enough to physically take him aback. Once the words started to settle in, they sunk in his brain and took over like venom.
2D couldn't hold back the tears any longer-
"... She seen me looking and didn' even care."
Stuart Tusspot had joined his band after Murdoc knocked him over, twice. Putting him in and pulling him out of a coma. He agreed with everything the bassist would say and he would do whatever he requested. 2D would go out of his way to make him happy, even though he never did. Or at least, Murdoc never showed that he was happy. After everything that happened, 2D was still there. And he got beaten up daily, even though his headaches were so severe that others suffering from the same have been known to commit suicide.
Something clicked in Murdoc's brain.
There was a reason he done this, a reason why he shagged Paula.
Because he thought he could get away with it.
He had done much, much worse to 2D and the stupid boy still skipped to his side on call.
Every day, 2D would flinch as soon as Murdoc walked by- But it never stopped him from trying to impress Murdoc or try and start a conversation (and Murdoc's usual responses were 'piss off' 'shut yer face' or 'clamp it, faceache'.)
Once Paula hit the scene, he felt that 2D had been slightly more distant, and he seemed very happy with just talking about her in general conversations.
She genuinely made 2D happy without having to do anything. She was beautiful and talented and had all 2D's attention as far as Murdoc was concerned. He never did like the girl, he didn't even find her that good looking. She had the personality of a wet sponge and the looks of a slapped arse with a serious attitude problem.
Murdoc was jealous.
Jealous of Paula.
Of 2D loving Paula.
Of Paula getting all of 2D's attention when she didn't even want it.
And -in his mind- sleeping with Paula would make 2D hate her. But faceache wouldn't hate Murdoc, never. He would just skip to his side as usual and all attention would be his again.
No. Not this time. He had gone far, far to far this time. He pushed 2D to a place he had never been before. The young man was spiteful and hateful and truly disgusted.
"Stuart, listen to me- Mate." he began.
"I don't know which is worse... That she was shagging you, or that you were shagging her."
Murdoc's eyes widened.
"what are you saying faceache?"
"I'm saying that I loved her, I truly did. I knew she didn' love me back the same, but that didn' matter. But you-" he glared through his blue, messy locks of hair "- you was my everyfink. My best friend, my band mate..I trusted you, I respected you, I LOOKED UP TO YOU FO' FUCK SAKES!" he yelled, more tears stretching down his face.
'my Everyfink..'
Murdoc looked at him with true sorrow in his mismatched eyes. He had to be truthful.
"-I hated that bitch. I wanted you to hate her too... I didn't think you would hate me for it too." he confessed half heartedly. He took a draw of his cigarette and stubbed it out in the little star shaped ashtray on the bedside cabinet by the door as he walked away.
2D stood in shock, confused on why Murdoc would want him to hate his girlfriend.
Although Murdoc played cool, even someone as thick as 2D could see it was said with true feeling. His phone vibrated in his pocket, as he went to check it he seen the name "Pauly-Panda" flash on the screen. He opened the text message which read
"yeh. Duz dat fink in da toiletz mean we r dun? I fink we shud end it? Paula xxx"
To which, he threw the phone against the far away wall and proceeded to rip down every photo he had of her and himself.
How could he be so stupid to think anyone could ever love him, Murdoc told him that everyday practically and now Paula?
And Murdoc wanted him on his own, did Mudz hate him that much?
He took a handful tables and washed them down with a bottle of hard, dark liquor that was already half empty- sitting under his bed.
He wasn't intending to overdoes, just escape the pain throbbing in his skull and chest for a while..
Murdoc was sitting in his room, slurping Jack like it was water. Regretting saying anything.. Not that 2D would realise anything. He was too thick to.
'Wait, realise what? I didn't imply anything.' Mudz thought to himself. There was nothing to realise, just that he was an attention whore. He enjoyed attention from everyone... Although he couldn't give a shit about if Noodle or Rus' cared about him and yet he was willing to tear apart his lead singers relationship just to make sure he has his undivided attention. Although he already had it. Nothing changed between them since Paula came about, but the thought of someone else having 2D's attention really got under his skin.
He decided to hit his winnebago to get blazed and forget the whole thing. As he collected his bass and his absinthe he walked from his room into the hall, a horrible stench of vomit hit his nose causing him to gag a bit himself. He could hear something solid falling over from Faceache's room. This wouldn't have made him worry if he had not heard quiet gasping. He placed his bass and small bottle of drink down in the hall and pushed 2D's door open slightly to see the boy shaking violently with his pills scattered across the floor and an empty bottle of god knows what spilled across the floor mixed with vomit. He rushed into the dark room to find 2D coughing up his lungs, trying to rid his scrawny body of the medication and spirits. "YE FUCKIN' IDIOT! What did you do? Hold on, I'll phone the hospital!" he shouted, rummaging in his pockets for his phone.
"... C'mon, answer. Hello?
Ye, I need an ambulance right away.
Me mate has taken a bunch of pills and drink and I think he is taking an over doze.
Kong studious, hurry up!" he talked in a quick panic once 2D hit the floor, still violently shaking. Murdoc pulled him up by his shoulders into a violent embrace.
"s'alright mate.. Ye fucking idiot" he comforted as best he could as he waited impatiently on the ambulance.
Russel and Noodle soon rushed into the room after hearing the comotion, Noodle gasped as she seen the state of her friend "oh, Stu-San!" she shrieked.
"what the fuck did y'all do to him?" Russel boomed, not knowing what was going on.
"IT WASN' MY FAULT THE FUCKING IDIOT TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF!" he shouted, his voice cracking from pressure. He turned back to the boy shuddering in his arms, his black eyes looking cold and far away as his body twisted and turned. Murdoc got angry seeing him in this pathetic state.
"Why the FUCK DID YOU DO IT? WHAT ABOUT US? WHAT ABOUT ME? YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF.. Because- because of me.." the older man started to weep, pulling the boy close to him.
"Sweet Satan, I'm sorry Faceache. You are going to be A'right. You will be fine..." Murdoc whispered, patting the hair on the younger man. Pulling him closer to his chest as the ambulance sirens started to grow louder very quickly and Murdoc pulled the singer into his arms and carried him outside. Murdoc wasn't leaving him alone for a second.
"I'll go in the ambulance with the tosser, you guys come when he is awake. I'll phone ya Rus' okay?" he ordered in a cool voice. Russel nodded, understanding that he needed rest and Murdoc seemed to be better off going with him...
-My first Gorillaz fic so please bare with me :)-