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Chapter Seven
Broken
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel light when you're gone away
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Murphy and I left, leaving Conner and the Agent Smecker back at the apartment. Apparently he trusted this man well enough to leave Conner to deal with him. Hopefully he killed him. That man drove me a little nuts and I barely knew him. Murphy took me to their apartment. One of several I had to guess. They had to have a few so they wouldn't get caught.
We went there in silence. My mind was still wrapped around the Russian he had shot in the head. His blood was all over my face. He practically had to carry me up the stairs thanks to the whack on the head. Setting me down on the couch he went off to find a washcloth to clean my face up with.
I didn't even look around I was still too shook up to do much of anything. He walked off into the kitchen. My body went lax and I fell to the side. Walking back in he shook his head and knelt in front of me with the cloth and a bowl of water. He sat me up and whipped the side of my face with the warm water. I stared at him. His blue eyes focused on mine.
Neither of us wanted to say anything.
"I'm sorry you had to fuckin' go through that again." He told me with a sigh. I looked at him, dazed. "I didn't know.."
I couldn't take it. I brought my fist up and smashed it against his nose. He let out a yelp of surprise as he fell backwards. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed at him with a shriek that drove him nuts. Blood dribbled from his nose. "You just shot someone and barely missed me dammit!"
He stared up at me in shock at what I did as well as what I said. "If I didn't that motherfucker would have killed you! I didn't want that and I'm pretty sure that you didn't want that you mother fucking idiot. I did not want that to fuckin' happen!"
"Why?" I screamed at him. "Because you care for me?"
"Conner's got a big fucking mouth." He told me getting off the floor.
"So it's true?" I shouted. His expression changed to hurt at what I had said to him. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck Murph?"
He got up and grabbed a hold of the back of my head. Holding tightly to my hair he tilt my head back. My breathing was hard; the taste of blood was still in my mouth. I could see the blood dribbling down his nose over his mouth. He stared at me; his glare was nothing but anger. Leave it to me to piss him off so badly without Conner there to run interference.
I shut my eyes as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his breath crossed my neck. Then without warning he spun me so my back smashed against the wall. I let out a yelp of pain as my head smacked against it again. Fucking Russians and their damn guns. Then his hand moved to grab my hair. That made me yelp in pain. He held my head in place, so I had to look at him. Without warning he smashed his lips onto mine. I let out a squeak of surprise and hurt. The force of his lips connecting with mine made my head smash against the wall.
He didn't care about it. His hand was in between my head and the wall. So mostly his hand got smashed between the wall and my head. My hands went to push him away; the kiss was so harsh and forceful that it almost hurt. No screw that, it did hurt. I tried to shake my head but he held me tightly so I couldn't. Instead my hands moved to his forearms. The pressure shifted though as my hands went to his arms. The kiss became soft and gentle.
Like it was a completely different person that was kissing me. This person wasn't kissing me to shut me up. He was kissing me, because he wanted to.
He pulled away from me backing up. I leaned against the wall, dumbfounded. I could only stare at him while he stood there. His eyes showing such confusion that it probably matched my own. I stared at him. My eyes filled with confusion. Nothing came into my head. Nothing. I couldn't think of anything to say to him.
I stared at him with hard deep breaths. Shutting my eyes I could hear him stepping forward. His left hand touched mine while the other he used to support himself against the wall. I let my gaze went down to the floor but that was still involving looking down his body. His head bent beside mine, his lips pressing against my neck. I could feel the blood on his lips being left as he continued to kiss my body.
"Murph.." I began softly shaking my head.
"Don't.." He begged me looking down. "Don't say it.."
I touched his cheek with my hand. "Don't say what?"
He looked up at me with only his eyes. Not shifting his face to glance to me. "Don't say stop.."
I snickered softly shaking my head at him; my arms snaked around his neck. "Why would I do that?"
He smiled lifting his lips to mine. Our lips met in a soft passionate kiss.
Suddenly the door slammed open. We both jumped, Murphy pulled out his gun, my face turned towards the door. It was Da. I let out a sigh of relief resting my head against Murph's chest.
"Da.."
"What happened?" He questioned walking in and grabbing a hold of Murphy's chin so he could look at his face. Then his gaze turned to mine. "How'd you two get so much blood on you?"
"Russians.." I growled at him while Murphy backed off of me. "The assholes broke into my apartment."
"Aye," Murphy butted in while he lit a cigarette. "They tore her place apart. Fucked everything up then turned around and fucked us up."
Da grabbed my face turning mine to the side. "Tell me this isn't yours."
I shook my head. "It ain't."
He nodded looking to Murphy. "Show her to the shower. Get that blood off you now." He looked back to his son. "How'd you get that?"
I smirked and Murphy glared at me. "Someone was a little pissed off at the fuckin' Russians and took it out on someone who's Irish not Russian."
Da snickered at him. "I don't blame her." He turned and walked over to the couch and sat down. "We brought her into this mess."
"And I knew the shit when I came in." I muttered at him looking back to Murphy. "Shower please."
He nodded with a smirk. He motioned for me to follow him. We walked into the next room. It was a messed up two bed room. I followed him back through the room. We heard Da call for him and he motioned for me to wait a moment. He left to head back to his father in what appeared to the living room. I looked at the room moving quietly to stand beside the door so I could listen.
"..Murph when I walked in?" I caught Da in the middle of his sentence. His voice sounded mad.
"What did it look like?"
"Making yourself pretty comfortable with our little sparrow."
"Da.."
"She doesn't belong here." He raised his voice a bit. "Why she hasn't left after so many Russians have assaulted her I would love to begin to understand." He took a deep breath as I stood listening quietly. "Once she realizes she doesn't belong she'll leave son. Don't get attached."
I looked down at the floor with a sigh of disgust. "What the fuck's that suppose to mean?"
"It means that if she stays she runs a more likely risk of getting murdered."
"She's not afr.."
"She's not afraid for her life. She fears for us. She shouldn't."
I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I did care for them. I couldn't help it at all.
"Da she can handle herself." Murphy defended. "If she wanted to leave she would of fuckin' done it by now."
"Aye she would have."
"Then let her be."
"What happens to her if she gets hurt?"
"Then we'll be there to help her dammit. We'll protect her." He told him sounding as if he was getting closer. "The way we have been."
"You're doing her more harm than good son. Why do ya think I left your mum?"
I covered my mouth to keep from gasping. I moved back towards the bathroom at the back of the room. Murphy stepped into the room and the front door slammed shut. I didn't even look at him. My eyes were focused on the wall. He moved back to where I was. His hand rested on my forearm. I smiled softly looking back to him.
"Shower?" I questioned a tear rolling down my cheek to mix with the dried blood.
He looked concerned. "What the fuck happened?" He looked back towards the door. "Were you listening?"
I turned back to him. His nose had finally stopped bleeding. "Why'd you defend me?"
He smirked with a shake of his head. "Because I like you."
"Would Conner have defended me like that?" I questioned looking back to the floor.
He sighed softly. "Doubtful. I think he'd actually be agreeing with Da. In fact I recall having the same shitty ass conversation with him several days ago."
"So why don't you leave?" I questioned looking back up to him. "Why don't you listen?"
"I bloody well told you." He told me bringing his face closer to mine. "I like you.."
I tilted my head up to catch his lips in mine. "Fuckin' mick." I mumbled under my breath kissing him again. My arms snaked around his neck to pull me closer to him. Our mouths opened wider to taste each other more.
I pulled away with a smirk. "Shower?"
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