-I hope you all liked the first chapter, sorry for the wait! So here is chapter 2, have fun and take a listen to this chapter's song.-

~Singing~ "Memory" 'Thoughts'

Song: Sugarcult - Pretty Girl

Chapter 2

Broken streams of light woke Murphy from his recurring nightmare in which he was a fly on the wall in Marcus's room that fateful night. He mentally gagged as he shook the phantom images of Abby's wrinkled tits from his mind's eye. The apartment was fairly quiet so either Drew was still asleep, which was likely, or he was at work. Much more likely, as Drew worked as a paralegal in a fairly large law firm. 'Pfft, golden child..' Murph thought as he slid from his blanket cocoon and sat on the edge of his bed.

His bare feet hit the cool floor, not hardwood but some sort of imitation crap, and he shivered involuntarily. The October chill must have seeped through the poor seal around his slightly frosted window that looked out over the Toronto cityscape. Murphy raised his arms and arched his back until he heard three satisfying pops, a heavy, satisfied sigh escaped his pink lips and he stood. For a moment he just continued to stand and peer through the tower of boxes at the overcast, grey sky. Buildings jutted up from the bottom of his view and he mused to himself how they resembled his cardboard towers that were strewn about in his room. He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a horn that blared angrily from the street below, 'good afternoon to you too,' he thought and he rummaged through his bag for something warm to wear.

After he was suitably dressed in lime green skinny jeans, the knees worn completely, and a horizontally striped shirt which was made from four different shades of dark fabric and skin tight, he sat at the small kitchen table to eat his frosted flakes. The blonde on the wall stared down from her frame and Murph smiled back around his spoon. Today he had planned to head a bit deeper into the city and hunt for a decent job to help pay his portion of the rent, even though Drew insisted that he stay rent free. 'Of course,' his inner sarcasm whispered, but after his restless first night he had decided to busk for some beer money instead. He finished his cereal with a slurp and a few metallic clinks, stood and rinsed his bowl and placed it in the half empty dishwasher.

It was nearly one in the afternoon by the time Murphy had applied his smudged eyeliner and made his way out into the city. He borrowed what he thought was an old jacket of Drew's from the front closet on his way past but when he tossed it around his shoulders after he rested his guitar on the wall outside, he realized it was a woman's coat. 'Oh well, at least it's warm, her fault for leaving it there..' The coat hung to his knees and was made from heavy black, wind resistant material. The hood, he noticed with a chuckle, was rimmed in fake, tri coloured fur. "Nice," Murphy said with a grin, he grabbed his guitar and made his way down the sidewalk to no particular destination.

Murphy walked down the cracked pavement and breathed the cool autumn air into his lungs through his nose. The smell of crisp fall leaves surrounded him and shot like electricity through his very core, to him nothing was better than the scents of fall. As he strode deeper into the bustling metropolis he let the wind whip his hair freely about and he reveled in the cool kiss on his scalp. Murph took in his surroundings as he moved down the street, he looked for the perfect spot to set up his one man show. It needed to be close to two things, a high traffic lunch spot like a strip of restaurants, and a bar.

He spotted a deli and a couple food trucks down the road that were lined up quite a ways and decided that the vacant corner across from them was a perfect location. Murph walked right off the edge of the sidewalk and through the traffic to his right, cars honked and one even screeched to a stop with it's driver hung out the window just to flip him off. He didn't care, it wasn't like the cars could go much further in the Toronto lunchtime jam anyway. He waved the irate motorist off and, as Murphy knew he would, he drove off without getting out of his car.

Despite the fact that it was mid afternoon the sun was blanketed in grey as Murphy opened the fabric guitar case. He pulled out Donna, his Paul Reed Smith, Artist II. Donna was covered in a custom teal finish, her body was made of maple, her fingerboard was made of rosewood and her six silver strings shone in contrast to the dark surface. The abalone bird inlay shone, the sparkle traced up her neck to the beautifully carved headstock, all of her hardware was custom, white gold plated. Donna was the only piece of his old life that he still had, Marcus purchased her for him on their very first real date.

Murph scoffed at that thought as he attached the braided, leather strap to Donna. 'First real date' was code for the dinner date they had the night after he let Marcus fuck him for the first time. Through all of the shit and despite how much he hated Marcus, the memory of that night.. The way his fingers slid over her cool, teal face was something he would never forget. No one had ever bought him anything before, definitely not something so expensive. He supposed, as he thought back on that night, he may have just been Marcus's paid whore. Murph felt the sting of tears prick against the back of his eyes. He wouldn't cry over Marcus Kane ever again, the wounds left by the older man may still have been fresh but he knew he just could not shed one more tear for the… love, yes love, that he had lost.

Murphy stood and hung Donna's strap over his head then unzipped the front of her fabric case to take out the small pa system he used for busking. The cool afternoon air made the cords stiff as Murph unraveled them and hooked Donna up to the book-sized speaker, he slipped a portable mic around his neck and clipped the box to one of his many belts. The little speaker's plastic outside was yellowed with age and it crackled to life, after a bit of an adjustment the static died down and Murph gave Donna a gentle strum so he could gauge the volume in the open air of the Toronto street. People ambled by, some spared him a quick glance while others walked with heads down and their noses pressed into the warmth of their winter wear. He thought again, while he sauntered through his warm up an tune, Murphy really had loved the older man.

Notes that came from the box on Murphy's belt had caught the attention of a few of the late lunch crowd but no one seemed any more than curious of the boy who stood alone with his plum purple nails. Abruptly he stopped his meandering and shook out his hands, after he adjusted the volume to a bit higher level he was ready.

The simple, haunted notes that sang languidly from Donna's beautiful, silver strings opened up Murphy's soul to the music. ~Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.~ He could feel the lyrics pour from his heart and into the mic, his pain, his loss. ~Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about-~ Murph thought about how special and safe he had felt in the older mans arms, wrapped in the heat of his embrace. ~And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head.~ His body started to sway from side to side as he lived the song, ~and that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head.~ Without warning, the music changed, and Murphy became so much more animated, anger had begun to replace his sadness and it showed in the aggressive square of his shoulders.

~It's the way that he makes you feel.~

Angry, hurt, alone, worthless, free, special, needed, empty.

~It's the way that he kisses you.~

In the rain, on the bed, over fancy dinners, while he could still taste himself on his tongue.

~It's the way that he makes you fall in love.~

People had started to gather at this point, Murphy's passion permeated the chilled october air and passersby had turned with their street food or cellphones in hand to watch the hot mess in front of them. ~She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.~ If only someone had warned him, if only he would have listened. Murph let his head fall back and his eyes droop to barely there slits, he took two steps back while he played and stared at the grey, overcast sky. He couldn't hear anyone around him anymore, he was lost in his musical release. ~And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head. And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head.~ The words tore from his throat in a fire, the flames licked up his esophagus and out of his mouth as he rotated his head over his right shoulder and cast his face toward the ground. Fingers moved gracefully and firm over Donna's strings, he could feel her cry for him, she wept her sad song along with his own, raw for the people of downtown Toronto.

When the last note fell from his lips, Murphy was left feeling lighter. He hadn't noticed while he was in the throws of his performance, the amount of people that had gathered to hear him empty his heart. The crowd exploded into applause and he bowed with a flourish. He played a few more songs, though none had quite the same effect as the emotionally charged display from earlier, the people of Toronto still filled Donna's fabric case with coins and bills of all sizes. Murphy had earned every penny with his artful movements and amazing talents, after all was said and done, his legs and throat were alight with the slight burn of overuse. Worth it. The music had lifted him and wrapped him in the high that came with performing for a crowd, he still buzzed with energy as he packed Donna away and counted his earnings. $300, not bad for two hours work, he thought. Murphy was sure he would like Toronto, the people here were generous with their tips and they had truly seemed to enjoy him, even if most of them were clad in fancy suits and pumps that cost more than his first car.

The moans that came from the open door that led to the workroom, Bellamy knew them well. He had elicited those moans from his girlfriend on several occasions. He took a shaky step toward the counter and the gaping maw that the door had become in his mind's eye. He could hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, Ravens flesh. The pace had picked up and his girlfriends moans and pants had become more frantic and needy, she was close. Bellamy had reached the door and his fingers grazed the cool metal of the door handle, his head swam, his mouth was dry. Silently he prayed to whatever power that existed that he was wrong, all the while he was frozen in place with his hand on the door.

"Raven, f-fuck, I'm going to.. Fuck!" The voice of his mechanic, Finn, shuddered through the maw. At Raven's answering scream, Bellamy pushed the door the rest of the way open, not entirely prepared for what he saw beyond. There was Raven, legs splayed open for the world, greasy fingerprints smeared across her thighs. They hadn't noticed him yet, Finn slipped his wilting member from Raven's opening and he shuffled back to zip up the dirty coveralls that he still wore. Bellamy took that quick second to snicker a bit, the wet spot that covered Finn's crotch made it look like he pissed himself, Raven was a squirter apparently. Not that she had ever done such a thing with him. Maybe she preferred to get fucked on a dirty shop floor like a filthy, mewling animal.

The soft snort of Bellamy's laughter made Raven's head shoot up from the spot she laid and panted. "Bell! What the fuck are you doing here?" She screeched, trying to scrabble for any piece of cloth or dignity left in the dinghy shop, Bellamy could see she wanted to hide, she wanted to cover her shame and hide it away from him like she had hid all of her love these last few months. Finn just looked between the two with his mouth doing a fine impression of a fish out of water. When Raven couldn't find a scrap of clothing around her she slammed her legs shut and pulled down her now soiled top, but not before Bellamy saw the mechanics seed squelch out onto the bare concrete beneath the two. So apparently she wasn't the same cold, safe, clean, vanilla woman with Finn as she was with Bell. Go figure.

"I came to pick up my car, I didn't think I would find my mechanic balls deep in my ex when I got here, lucky me." Bellamy carefully put into place the cool façade that he wore in court. He turned his gaze to said ex-fucker and raised a well groomed brow, "So, I assume I get a great discount, seeing as the cash, gas or ass requirements have been at least part way met?" Finn finally snapped out of his stupor and he pulled himself to his feet, still without a word, and quickly he strode to the door where Bellamy stood. Bell didn't move at first, he just looked down his nose at the greasy man in front of him for a moment and then he stepped to the side just enough for Finn to push past him and scrape his back along the door frame on his way. When the sound of papers being shuffled and drawers banging open and closed could be heard from the front of shop, Bell turned back to Raven.

She still sat on the floor, probably in a now cool, sticky puddle of cum. Raven looked utterly debauched, hair mussed and lips swollen from what Bell assumed was cock. Yet her face held a defiant tilt, "Bellamy, you should have just called me to come pick you up, I could have brought your car." The fact that she spoke so casually from her mess on the floor made Bell's stomach tighten, he was disgusted with himself, with the feelings he used to have for this woman, for the time he wasted with her. His feelings must have shown on his face because Raven's eyes glanced down for just a moment before she stared into his again, a pout now coloured her features. "W-what did you mean your ex? Bell?" How she could believe that her sad attempt to sway his decision would have any effect on his mood whatsoever was laughable, and laugh Bellamy did.

"Now, I know you've got to be joking, Raven. What did you think I meant?" He laughed again, there was no humour in it. "Did you think I would just pick you up out of the mess you two made on the floor of this shitty auto shop and what? Wash another mans sum off of your body, wrap you up in a big, fluffy towel and take you into my bed again? Like none of this fucked up day happened?" As his smile grew he could see Raven's emotions play one after the other across her face like a black and white film from the era of silent comedy. First shock, shock that Bellamy had had the nerve to reject her, even after what he had seen. Shock was followed by rage, pure and unfiltered rage. Rage, Bellamy hoped was directed at herself but he could tell it was all for him. Wishful thinking. Finally, and most surprisingly, he could see a tinge of sadness in her glare. It was over and she knew it.

"Will you tell anyone?" Ah, he thought, there it is. He had held a sliver of hope that her sadness was regret but it was just fear of tarnish on her reputation in the office. Bellamy's smile fell and he suddenly felt very tired and very much over this whole situation. He shook his head and turned his back to the woman he once thought he loved.

Finn stood behind him with the keys to his black, Audi A6 in one hand, and Ravens pants in the other. The man looked pale as the dead, his eyes fell somewhere below Bell's gaze but above the tip of his nose, pathetic. Finn's hand shook as he held up the keys, it was just enough of a tremor for Bellamy to notice but he doubted the woman on the floor behind him could see. "Hey man, yeah, no worries, it's on me." The words were tight and Bellamy knew he was trying to act like a big man in front of Raven.

Bellamy's eyes turned to ice, a look that had reduced many men to quivering slime in court, the mechanic was no exception. "Thanks, man." He said the last word with exaggerated slowness, he wanted to punch the other man, feel the cartilage in his nose flatten. He wanted to do oh so much more than just take his keys and leave, but he settled for the subtle jab and the look on Finn's face when he grabbed Ravens pants and took both his bank card and the credit card he gave her from one of her tiny pockets. "Don't bother coming to the apartment, I will have your things moved to your mothers and I'm changing the fucking locks as soon as I leave this shit hole. Do not call me for money and if you think I am going to keep paying your phone bill, you will be in for a rude awakening."

The engineered sadness fell from Ravens face and was replaced by a snarl as Bellamy walked past her and the Kia that was still up on the lift behind her. Bell strode without looking back until he reached his Audi, the sleek, black paint reflected his countenance and he met his own eyes in a defeated stare. The shop was still as the dead while he paused to pick up the fractured pieces of his heart before he shot one last dagger at his ex girlfriend of three years, "Oh and Raven, tell your mother that you and I won't be needing that ring I had her purchase with her card so you wouldn't see, the cats outta the bag and you clubbed it to death." With that, Bellamy opened the overhead with the button beside his A6 and slid into the leather drivers seat. He had held his composure until he was almost out of the small, front parking lot where he slammed the car into gear and left two sizzling black marks all the way to the stop sign that he blew at the corner.

Bellamy was on autopilot through the next few days, Raven had tried to call him every night and every night Bellamy ignored her and called his closest confidant, Clarke. He felt like a child, he acted like one too and he knew it. Before the three year commitment that he had with Raven, he had never even remotely felt more than a fleeting fancy. It was new territory for him and he didn't like it. He looked to the small pane of glass on his desk that displayed the time from the black stand it was set in. It was nearly time for him to leave work and meet up with his exuberant friend for some much needed drinks and what Clarke called a 'forget me fuck'.

He propped his Armani clad foot on to his desk and skimmed a case file for his upcoming trial on Monday, it was an open and shut situation. The wife, a career woman in finance, finally tried to make an amicable break from her lazy, leech of a husband. The only problem? No prenup, and the s.o.b was trying to take her for half. The solution? Bellamy had obtained some pretty nasty video clips of the husband and the female nanny. And the male nanny. He thumbed through one of the statements from the young man that worked for the family, the only reason the kid gave the statement was because the husband had apparently stopped paying for his cellphone. Ah, kids these days…

Bell jumped as the small, glass clock on his desk chirped once, quickly. 8:00pm, it was time. While Bellamy was excited, he was also nervous to have been out of the game for so long. The thought of choking on his 'forget me fuck' adventure was, if only a little, unsettling. They were going to Uniun, from what he understood, it was a fairly nice club on Adelaide that he had never been to before. Bellamy didn't much care for the noise level of most clubs but Clarke said there would be 'so many half naked hotties' running around, he probably wouldn't mind the volume. He turned with file in had to the front of his office, his dark blue, pinstriped jacket was folded neatly over his arm. A quick turn at the door told him that he had put everything in its rightful place except for the papers in his hand, which he was about to pass to his assistant Harper.

Bellamy flicked the light switch and pivoted on his left foot toward Harpers desk, he straightened with a start. Raven was sitting with her feet atop a small pile of paperwork that was on the desk. His mask fell into place with ease and he huffed in mild annoyance, "what are you doing here Raven, I thought I made it pretty clear that I don't want to look at you right now." Bell knew the tone he used was sharp as glass, he wasn't in the mood for this crap. The brunette lowered her feet and hung her head in what looked like shame, she was going to try and sway his decision. He knew this was going to happen but he didn't expect it to be so soon, he supposed in the years that they were together, Raven hadn't ever really seen him this irate. She didn't know that Bellamy Blake could hold a fucking grudge.

"Bell," Her voice cracked as she shot her big, brown doe eyes at him through her bangs. "Bell I miss you, I'm so sorry, it was a mistake…" As he looked into her eyes, he was reminded of that day, when he found her and Finn the mechanic tangled in the afterglow of climax. In his mind, her eyes went from soft and pleading to angry and indifferent, her tasteful business attire melted into the grease smeared top she wore that day. Bellamy hardened his resolve and put his right hand up in front of her face to silence the stream of what he was sure would be bullshit from spewing out of her mouth. She made a small, indignant choke with her lips slightly parted. Those lips looked nothing like the cock swollen lips she formed into a pout that day.

"Look Raven, we are done. You did this. You, not me." Bellamy kept his cold stare locked on her as he spoke in a steady voice. His no more bullshit voice, she knew it well. "Did your crap not make it to your moms? What possessed you to come up here to my office, what the fuck did you do to Harper? She wouldn't have let you within twenty feet of this door." Ravens face twisted then, contorted into an ugly sneer. She obviously had thought she could worm her way back into his good graces with some puppy eyes and a cheap, low cut blouse. Hilarious. She crossed her arms like a petulant child who wasn't getting their way, Bell wondered how he had ever been attracted to such a woman. Even though he knew there was really nothing that he found more unappealing than a childish woman, his heart still ached to touch her caramel skin, to glide through her beautiful, brown locks. Bell squashed that thought as soon as it arose in his mind, it was companionship he craved, not the sad excuse for a woman in front of him.

At that moment, Harper slammed through the door at the end of the hall and she let our a growl that barely sounded human. "Raven, you cunt, what the fuck did you put in the coffee?" She was pale and as she stomped closer, Bell noticed that she looked rather shaken, Harper never looked shaken. She was a strong and decisive woman who took no shit from anyone and that's exactly why Bellamy had hand picked her to be his assistant. When she got within five feet of her desk, Raven was already up and around the other side which placed the large, dark wood desk in between them. Harper paused for a moment and grasped at her lower abdomen with her pale hand. "I swear by all the old Gods that I will end you Raven Reyes. Hungh.." with the last word of her threat on her tongue, Harper groaned and turned on the spot to run back through the door at the end of the hall.

Bellamy glanced back at Raven who looked shaken, "what the fuck did you do to Harper?" Rage bubbled just below the surface of his cold features. It wasn't enough that she called and harassed him every night, now she had to go and poison his assistant? Bell was furious. Just as Raven opened her mouth to explain herself, Bells cell phone went off. He recognized the upbeat, Korean pop song that Clarke had set for her ringtone. He could judge by the look on Ravens face that she knew who it was as well. She had always hated Clarke, sure that Bellamy kept her as a 'piece of ass' on the side. Yeah, cause apparently the fact that Clarke was always knee deep in pussy meant nothing. He pulled out the little electronic device just as it reached his favourite part of the foreign song.

"Hey, yeah, I'm on my way. No, just taking out some trash, I'll take a car, figure we won't be driving tonight." He hung up and then cut Raven off as soon as she opened her mouth again, "look. I don't want to hear what you have to say so why not save yourself some time and back the fuck up before I hit you with a restraining order so fucking airtight, you won't ever see this floor again. Now get back down to the pit, where you belong, and don't ever let me see your face up here again." The single tear that slid down Ravens cheek almost made Bell's features soften, that was, until she reached over and shoved all of the stacked papers off the one side of Harpers desk to the floor. "Real mature, totally helping your case right now Rae."

She snarled and stomped right past him to the same door at the end of the hall in which Harper came and went already. Bell heard it slam open against the far wall but he didn't turn to watch her leave, instead he cleaned up the mess she had made, left a note for Harper that read 'come see me Monday morning, I'm so sorry,' and called for a car on his way out of the office. The minutes flew by and with each one he felt his need for tonight grow and grow, he need to work out some of this stress before he gave himself grey hair. The car pulled up at half past 8 and he knew he would be receiving another phone call from Clarke at any moment, she wouldn't want him to miss out of pre drinks before the main event. He sighed as he got into the black Honda and his cell began to sing out in Korean again.