He hated himself, why was he doing this? Why was he in this wretched bathroom stall with his repulsive woman?
Paula's claw like nails continued digging into his back leaving welts in their wake. Her lips were pressed against his neck and he felt teeth digging into his flesh. Her body was hot all around him, he hated this feeling, and he hated all of it. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think away from there, away from her. He tried thinking about something else to keep himself aroused; she didn't even seem to notice. He thought about 2D, about the soft moans and whimpers he would make when they'd had sex, the way his spiked blue hair would stick to his face. He tried to focus in on every sound and the feeling, anything to make him forget about the woman he was currently having sex with.
He felt fingers wrapping around his throat, thick, and strong. He was pulled away and thrown back down onto the filth coated ground. He looked up to see Russel standing there glaring down at him with his fists clenched at his sides. In no time he had the bassist up on his feet and pinned back against a wall.
"What the fuck do ya think you're doing, huh? I knew you were a fucking prick, but I never thought you'd sleep with your best friend's girl." He growled angrily as he stood over the older man.
Murdoc felt himself shaking, he didn't even care that he was nearly naked and soaked in sweat. He was scared shitless of the damage the larger man could cause him especially in this state of rage.
"So tell me what the fuck is it with you, you just don't give a shit about anybody but yourself or you just like hurting the kid?"
"I-I…It's none of yer fuckin' business you fat fucking bitch." He screamed angrily up at the younger man.
With that Russel punched him in the face, he could feel and hear his nose breaking with the impact, his head knocked back against the wall. He slid down to the ground, his face was throbbing, he put his fingers lightly against his nose and pulled away to see them soaked with blood. He didn't even look up at the drummer; he was ashamed, and embarrassed. He heard heels clicking on the tile and knew that Paula was leaving the room before anybody could remember that she was even there.
"You get your fuckin' ass cleaned up while I go tell 2D." Russel said, his voice was even, threatening.
Murdoc's eyes widened, he shakily stood to his feet and stumbled forward nearly falling down. He tucked himself back into his jeans and wiping some of the blood away from his face with the back of his hand.
"Wait, no, no way you aren't gonna tell him. I'll tell him okay?"
Russel turned back glaring down at the older man for a minute before shaking his head slowly.
"No man I'm doin this, you already did enough to the poor guy. When I'm done then you can talk to him."
He watched as the drummer left the room, he was all alone now. He went over to the sink gripping to the sides of it tightly mostly to keep himself from falling. His body shook with fear and from the force of being knocked down by the larger man. He looked in the mirror to see his nose was more crooked than it had been before, slightly swollen, and soaked in blood. He turned the water on and began rubbing at his face not caring about the stinging pain. He looked back at his reflection to see his eyes watering and new blood slowly dripping from his nose; he'd get it when it completely stopped. He stood there for awhile and stared at the stall, stall number three.
Murdoc had taken her to the generally abandoned restroom knowing that he was the only one to use it. The place was coated in grime and the smell actually battled against the foul stench of hell. He figured that nobody would look for them and nobody would dare go into these bathrooms. He could have taken her to his Winnebago, but she wasn't worthy of that. Plus somebody would have seen them, would have asked why they were together, why her hair was messed, and his neck was bruised. He hadn't wanted to answer those things, he didn't know what he expected, really what was going to happen?
What would have happened after they shagged, he couldn't just throw her out of the band. He couldn't have told 2D that he'd just had sex with her, he would have had sex with a woman he couldn't stand because of….he didn't know.
He made his way out of the restroom and down the hallway towards 2D's room. He made his way slowly, but stopped when he heard screaming. He took a deep breath and kept walking until he stood before the closed door. He slowly cracked it open and looked inside; Russel was nowhere to be seen, all he could see was 2D sitting in the middle of his bed with his phone in hand screaming into it angrily as tears poured down his cheeks.
"Fock you, bot' of yew…Yer outta te band, no I don' wanna fuckin' talk abou' it. I loved yew, how could ya do tis to me, yew nevah loved me. Nobody fuckin' loves me….Fo….Jus'….Stop it Paula, jus' stop, just sod off you stupid slut. Tat's all yew are is a worthless fuckin' whore." 2D screamed before throwing the phone across the room, it hit the wall hard and shattered.
Murdoc felt himself tense; the singer now had his knees pulled up against himself and his head bowed. His body shook violently with every painful sob; it kind of reminded him of those times in the hospital. Except now he couldn't hold him or tell him that it was alright, he was part of the reason the singer was in such in a horrid state. He'd seen 2D cry many times before especially when he'd yell at him too much or punch him far too hard, but those things hadn't really bothered him much. He didn't care if he made him cry through some torment or physical pain, but this….This was something completely different.
He took a deep breath and walked into the room, the singer never noticed him.
"D?" He asked his voice soft.
The boy stopped shaking but never turned his attention to him.
"Go away." He said, his voice was firm, angry.
"C'mon y'know she was a flake, she wasn't no good for ya. Yew can do much betta t'an her, ya know that. Besides she was depressingly ugly and dumber than all get out, you don' need her."
"Shut up, ju't shut up…Yew…." The blue haired man lifted his head turning his attention fully on the bassist.
He looked pissed off, an emotion Murdoc had never seen on the singer before.
"I fockin' 'ate yew, I t'ought that yew cared about me, tat yew would neva do nothin' like dis ta me! I t'ought I coul' trust you, but no….Yew….I fucking hate you, I don' wanna see you, I fuckin' loved her, and yew fuckin' ruined it fer me. Yew went and….Jus'…" He trailed off bowing his head, he ran his fingers through the tangled blue locks gripping tightly and yanking.
Murdoc didn't know what to do anymore, he could still feel blood running down his face, but he didn't care. Part of him wanted to make the younger man stop pulling at his hair, to calm down, but he couldn't do it. There wasn't anything he could say to him, anything he'd said so far had only pissed him off more.
"I'm….It was fer the best mate, she wasn't any good for you or ta band."
2D looked up at him glaring, he was shaking again. He stood up from the bed and walked up to the older man now only standing a couple of inches away from him.
"Don' call me tat, neva call me tat again, I'm not yer mate, I'm nothin' to yew. Yer nothin' but a disgustin', ugly, old fuckin' bastard. You don't love nobody, but yerself, you don' care about me, just ya stupid fuckin' band and yer booze. You're nothin' but a worthless piece of shit, get outta here, I don't wanna talk to ya no more." The younger man screamed as more tears ran down his cheeks.
Murdoc could only stand there taking in what he was hearing. He didn't have anything to say and he made no move to leave. The singer growled angrily, he placed his hands firmly against Murdoc's chest roughly shoving him back against a wall causing several frames to fall and crash to the floor. His eyes widened as he looked up at the younger man, 2D had never dominated over him before. Generally Murdoc scared him to death, but right now nothing scared him, or maybe everything did.
"Don' fuckin' come into my room, eva again." With that he backed away and stalked back over to his bed.
The Satanist watched as the blue haired man climbed onto the bed curling up into a small ball on his side. The sobs started again, this time Murdoc slipped out the door making his way quickly out to the parking garage. He didn't want to deal with Russel again; he just wanted to be back with his alcohol supply, and some of the drugs he'd stolen from 2D over the past few months. He would take an entire damned bottle if it would kill his emotions. He shuddered thinking about the rage he'd seen on the singer's features, the way his voice shook, his body….He had been falling apart, losing whatever was left of that little mind of his. Murdoc had driven him over that edge, he wondered how long it'd take for him to come back, and pretend nothing ever happened.