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2D P.O.V
The bruises on my arm and leg hurt, but I had had worse. My hand wrapped around the tube of Icy Hot and squirted a bit into my offended areas. I had no idea where Murdoc was, I hadn't seen him since last night when he found me with the pills. My stomach let off an angry growl. I sighed and moved up from my bed. My leg throbbed when I put pressure on it, but I ignored it. I moved out of my room, and saw that all the lights in the Winnie were off. Murdoc must be sleeping, or practicing his Satanic rituals. I slipped past his mobile home as quietly as possible. A breath of relief slipped from my lips when I made it past unseen. I moved to the kitchen, to try and find something that would sooth my aching stomach. I frowned when I discovered we only had black pudding left over from yesterday. I hated black pudding. It tasted liked bloody pig, mainly because that's what it was. But, when you're pregnant, black pudding tastes like jaffa cakes, so I took out the blood filled bangers and popped them the microwave anyway. I open the small kitchen appliance when it dinged. The smell assaulted my nose and I fought back a gag. I made a mental note to remind Russell we needed more food. My lips wrapped around the warm tube of bloody pig. My eyes closed tight and I pretended that I was biting into something more appetizing. I managed to get two of the three links down before I gave up. I wasn't even that hungry anymore. I threw the last disgusting sausage down the garbage disposal, and watched the sink devourer it down. I sighed and took a seat a the table. My mouth tasted like bloody pig, I felt nauseated, my head was pounding, and my heart hurt. My hands found my face and my face found the table. How was I going to do this? Adoption? That was a logical answer. I was so stupid. My fist drew back and slammed down hard on the table, right on a knife.
"FUCK!" I screamed. I looked down to find a steak knife stuck in the back of my hand. Blood leaked from the cut. The kitchen appliance was a good three inches in my skin. The tip could be seen poking thought the other side of my hand.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I moaned I stood fast, and knocked the chair backwards. I needed Murdoc… sadly.
"Murdoc!" I called even though I knew he couldn't hear me from his Winnie. I stumbled out of the kitchen and made it out side. Blood dripped onto the cement outside.
"Murdoc! I need help!" I was screaming with a trembling voice. I ran to his door and banged on it with my good hand.
"Muds!" tears ran from my cheeks and landed on my bleeding hand, causing it to sting. The metal door swung open to reveal a shirtless Murdoc, he hadn't seen my hand yet. His face scrunched at the sight of me.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asked disgusted. I held up my hand so he could see my predicament. A small cry of pain excepted my lips. The weight of the knife was making it dig deeper in my skin. His eyes grew wide at the grisly sight of my hand.
"What the hell?" he shouted surprised. I was starting to get light headed.
"Hospital…" I said as my vision clouded. Murdoc stepped out of his sanctuary and grabbed onto me. He pulled me to one of the many cars and pushed me inside.
"Fucking idiot." he said and strapped me in to the seat. My head bobbed up and down. Blood was leaking all over my pants. Murdoc took his seat in the drivers side and started the car.
"How are you so stupid?" he ranted. "I bet you did this on purpose! Is this your cry for attention, or are you suicidal now? Is life to hard for you 2D? Are you fucking to many guys a night?" I was only half paying attention, I was to caught up on my stabbed hand. We sped down the road, fifteen miles an hour above the limit.
"I bet your not even listening to me, are you?" he continued. "I have no idea how the hell you made it through high school! It must have been some shitty school!" his words were fading until I could no longer hear him, my mine was lost in fog. I heard nothing, and felt nothing. I was slipping, falling into nothingness. The last thing I head was Murdoc's voice.
"You idiot."
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2D P.O.V
When my eyes finally sprang back to life, I was blinded from the light. My right hand was heavy with bandages, my other was warm. Why was it warm? I looked at it to find Murdoc holding on to it. I gasped. He looked up when he found I was awake. He quickly released his grip on me, and stood up.
"The doctor said you could leave when you wake up… lets go." he cleared his throat and walked out of the room. I sighed. I pilled the hospital blankets from my body to discover I wasn't wearing anything but the blue gown. I groaned. My normal clothes were probable covered with blood. I stood and pinched the back of the gown so my ass was covered. I moved out the door to find Murdoc waiting for me.
"How to fuck did you even do that?" he asked slightly amused. I blushed.
"Err, I slammed my fist down and I hit the knife." I said quietly. He snickered, like this whole incident was just hilarious. I rolled my eyes.
"Lets go home." I groaned. He followed my lead. We made it out to the parking lot and headed for the car. I was a little curious as to why Murdoc wasn't beating the shit out of me, but why look a gift horse in the mouth?
"Hey Murdoc?" he pretends no to notice me, but I keep talking anyway.
"I'm really sorry about all of this. I know it's all my fault, and you have every reason under the sun to hate me. I just want you to know that I really do love you." I reached out for his hand, but he pulled back. I gave a disappointed sigh.
"I don't know how we're suppose to trust when you keep doing shit like this." I was given hope when he said 'we're' we, as in two people. More specific, Murdoc and I.
"Sometimes you just… you're so… Damn 2D!" he yelled frustrated at me, or himself. I nodded my head anyway.
"I know I'm sorry. I swear I only love you."
"How do I know that 2D? How do I know that you didn't say the same thing to Alec?" I remained quiet. I really didn't know how to answer that.
"What am I going to do Murdoc?" he scoffed.
"Why are you asking me?"
"It might be your. You don't know…"
"Yeah, and neither do you." he rolled his eyes. He looked over at me and saw my arm.
"How are those bruises?" he asked quietly. I looked down and attempted to pull the hospital gown so that nobody could see the discolored skin.
"Fine." I said slightly sad. He nodded no longer looking at me. We were sitting in the car with the engine running.
"I love you." I tried again to get a reaction from him. He let out a long sigh.
"If you're telling the truth, and I don't know if you are, I love you too." he said. I reached out again for his hand, but he still pulled away. I frowned.
"Just don't touch me, okay?" he said looking down.
"Why? I thought you forgave me." he shook his head.
"I said I love you, not that I forgive you. 2D, you let another man fuck you. After all the shit I did for you, you turned around and did this." I felt disgusted with myself.
"So… we're over?" he shook his head again.
"I didn't say that either. Just… give me some time okay?" he sighed. I nodded, happy with the answer I received. It was a start.
"I'm sorry about kicking you." he gave an unnecessary apology.
"It's okay, I kind of disserved it." I laughed. He only shook his head.
The drive was silence, not even awkward, just silent. Not even the radio was blaring like normally. Soon Kong came into view. I knew Murdoc would probably go back to his room, and me back to mine.
"I love you Murdoc." he hummed as answer. I sighed. It was a start.
How did you guys like it!? I didn't like it to much, I liked the last chapter better. ;p
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