Murrcano~

Backstabbed

Weeks after, Murr found himself in need of a new roommate. He decided to reach out to, you know it, Joe, who had always been there for him. Joe accepted the offer and moved in with him. With Joe around, Murr felt less alone and more comfortable in his apartment. Joe felt like a brother to him, someone he could depend on and enjoy spending time with. Murr was spending more time with Joe, everything he once did with Sal. Despite having Joe in his apartment, Murr still found himself struggling. The wounds left by Sal had not healed, and the memories of them  still haunted him. There were moments when he would catch a glimpse of Joe, and for a second, he would see Sal instead. It was a strange and unsettling feeling, like a ghost from the past coming back to haunt him. He missed him. He missed Sal. On the show, it was like Q didn't even matter anymore. He would just..be there. Alone. But Murr didn't care, this is what he gets. He got his best friend off the show, he touched him. Q deserved to feel the way he did. Murr could never get that off his mind. 

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Murrs POV

I couldn't take it anymore, I had to speak out. It felt like I was screaming to be heard, but never spoke. I wanted to tell Joe. I sat in the living room, the dim light casting shadows across the room. We had some jazz playing on our record player, and some candles burning. We tried to make this the most comfortable place, but I wasn't comfortable. I took a deep breath and called out to Joe. "Joe, Can I talk to you for a second?" My voice strained with nervousness. I hear his reply from across  the apartment before hearing his footsteps make their way towards me. Joe sat down across from me, realizing I was being serious for once, ready to listen.  My voice trembled before I began to pour my heart out. "Q...has touched me..in..ways.. he makes me uncomfortable, Joe. I feel like a little chipmunk next to him, he's like a bear. I can't do this anymore." Joe was silent, processing everything I just told him.  Joe shook his head, his voice stern. "I understand that you're upset, but you've got it all wrong. Q would never do something like that. He's our best friend." My heart sank. Hearing him defend that monster. I stared at Joe, disbelief and hurt flooding my mind. "You think I'm lying?" I said, my voice quiet but filled with disappointment. "You think I'm making this up?" I couldn't believe him. Q was right, nobody would ever believe me.  Joe let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not saying you're lying, Murr. I just think you're seeing things that aren't really there. Maybe you're just overreacting, or maybe you're misinterpreting things." Frustration was welling up inside me, I couldn't take this. "Overreacting? Misinterpreting?" I stood up from the couch. "Have you ever been touched like that? Violated in that way?" Joe stood up as well, trying to stay calm. "No, I haven't," he said firmly. "But I know Q, and he would never do something like that. I don't think you're lying, but maybe you're not seeing things clearly." My lips began to tremble and I wiped a hand over my face, going silent. The tears began to pour down my flustered cheeks, and I felt Joe's arms wrap around me. I felt so misunderstood. I missed Sal. "I just miss Sal. I feel so lost without him." I didn't know what else to say, I couldn't explain how I felt in words. Joe held me tightly, and just whispered. "I'm sorry, Murr."