Matt Murdock Shorts

Please Stop

*slap*

You curl into yourself and step back, trying to get away from your boyfriend. You don't even know what he's mad about this time. All you know is that you're trying to get past him to the door but he won't let you out. You try and fail to stop the tears from streaming down your face.

"Oh stop crying you little bitch."

"Justin let me out." It comes out as more of a whimper instead of the authoritative tone you'd intended.

He laughs. "What, so you can go make a scene about this? I don't think so."

You your eyes dart around the room, looking for another way out. The window leading to the fire escape is open. You sprint over to the window but before you get there you feel a sharp burst of pain at your head. Then nothing.

-0-

When you wake up you immediately start shaking and gasping for breath. You still haven't learned how to control your panic attacks alone. When you were younger you would flee to your mom's room and she would hold you and help distract you. Now you're left alone with your mind and panic. You pick yourself up from where you fell on the floor last night and sit against the wall. Justin is nowhere in sight, he never is when you wake up from a beating. Not that you would want him there. You take a deep breath and get up to get pain relievers, you can at least control that. After you've swallowed the pills (your liver will be shit soon) you plop on the sofa. You rarely cried before but it's become a daily occurrence for you now. It's like that, crying on the sofa, when you hear a click of a window opening. You immediately dry your eyes and go to investigate. What you see is Daredevil crawling through your window.

"I'm sorry, will you help me? Please?" He asks.

You stare with your mouth gaping. He's clutching his side with a pained expression. "Uh yeah, sorry."

"Thank you. I should apologize,  I'm the one who just came stumbling through your window."
"Yeah, um, what do you need?"

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Yeah." You turn around and pull one out of the closet. You've started keeping one in every room in case you get locked in and need medical attention. "Do you need help with cleaning or dressing your wounds?"

"Um, I think I got it, I just reopened an old wound and I need to redress it."

"Oh, okay." You hand him the stuff and watch as he peels his suit down to his waist. There's a bloody square of gauze covering 6 inches of his abs. "Uh, here's a trash." You set it down on his right.

"Thank you."

"So is there any particular reason why you chose to come stumbling into my window?"

"I heard that you were alone and crying. I was hoping I could return the favor."

"You could hear me? How loud was I?" You wonder if people could hear you this whole time and they just don't care.

"I have heightened senses, no one else would hear you."

"Oh."

"So do you want to talk about it?" He asks as he cleans his wound.

You pause. "Kind of, but-"

"But what?" He urges you to continue, having heard your heart rate speed up.

"I'm scared."

"What are you scared of?" He stops cleaning his wound and angles his head in your direction.

Before you can respond you hear the front door open and Justin call you.

"Please stay in here." You whisper before you go out to the sitting room.