When I woke up Murdoc wasn't in the room. I figured he had wandered off to go eat so I began to get dressed. I smiled at the many rows of my dresses Muds had bought for me in Mexico. I threw one over my head and went into the bathroom to brush my hair. My black eye was healing great and I smiled at my reflection. I had everything I could ever want.
The phone rang, startling me, so I padded back into my room, ignoring the chilly floor. Spotting the phone I picked up off of its cradle and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Noodle? Oh thank GOD you're back. I'm so happy to hear ya luv. I thought Murdoc was bullshitting there for a moment. But I need to speak to him." A flood of words hit me, and I couldn't process this all.
"Wait… who is this?" I asked, feeling rather stupid.
"Sweetums, this is Jamie, remember? I need to talk to Murdoc because he has gone and upset Damon." He said patiently.
"But how?" I questioned.
"It appears at 6:13 this morning Murdoc went on Twitter and announced that there was to be a new album released, and that you and he were in a relationship of some sorts. I'm trying to confirm and deny some statements; Damon is going positively mental over here." Jamie said, a clatter and some muffled shouting were heard as soon as he finished, I guessed it was Damon.
"Oh, well he's not here right now-" the door opened and I turned to see Murdoc in the doorway. "Nevermind, he just walked in-" Murdoc appeared to piece together who I was talking to and turned around and left, shutting the door. I sighed. "He just left again." Jamie made an irritated noise.
"Fine, fine. Just tell him to give me a call when he comes back around."
"Okay I will, but how did you get this number?" I asked. He chuckled.
"I have my ways. Good-bye dear." He said, hanging up.
I returned the phone to the dock and stuck my head out of the door to our room and saw Murdoc sitting idly against the wall next to the door. "Hey luv." He said.
"Hey, why did you go and upset Damon and Jamie?" I asked. He snorted.
"I released some information, I can do that can I not?" he stated, gritting his teeth in irritation.
"No, no, don't get all mad. But I didn't know that you were making a new album. When did you record it?" I asked. He looked up at me.
"I didn' it's a erm, work in progress." He said, standing and walking into the room. I crossed my arms and looked at him, leaning up against the doorframe.
"It also seems you told the world we were together." I stated, he turned and eyed me warily.
"Are we not?" he asked, puzzled. I shrugged.
"I don't know, but now is certainly not the time to say stuff like this, what else did you say?" I asked. He only seemed to hear the beginning of the sentence.
"Wait, what do you mean 'you don' know'?" he exclaimed. "Las' night… you-you said you loved me!" he blurted.
I felt my face grow hot as I looked down at the ground. He slammed his fist into the wall. "It's 2D isn' it? Don' lie to me!" he snarled, looking at me with a wild expression. I shook my head, fearful.
"No I didn't mean it like that Murdoc I-"
He crossed the distance between us and slapped me. I gasped at the blow and felt my black eye scream in pain. I sank to my knees, fighting the tears of agony that surfaced. I felt degraded from the blow, as if I was a mere whore the bassist used to take to his Winniebago those nights at Kong. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were hardened, being immune to any human feeling. The old Murdoc was back.
"After all I did for you! You DON'T KNOW?" he bellowed, dragging me back to my feet. I covered my face.
"Please stop!" I cried out. He let go of me and stumbled backwards, chest heaving. Blinking rapidly he seemed to gauge the situation and the magnitude of what he'd just done. Without a word, he kissed my forehead with trembling lips and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone.