"You- You did what?!" The nurse was in shock and immediately moved away from Murphy. It was obvious how scared she was of him.
"Well. Uh, it's not really easy to explain. Bellamy and I had been in a relationship for about four years, and we didn't fight much. But one day, about a year ago now, he indirectly stated that people who's had abusive parents, or partners, are cowards for not just leaving the, I quote, sons of bitches. I hadn't told him about my father being an abuser who'd hit me and my mom. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me or anything like that. So I simply walked away, leaving him utterly confused. He ran up to me and grabbed my arm. I, who hate when people touch me without my permission, got extremely mad. I hit him across the face and told him off, then I ran away from him. Later, when he got home, he demanded an explanation. I was still furious about what he'd said so I looked him in the eye and said 'you're not who I thought you were, please leave my apartment.' and he screamed in my face. Then we got into a huge fight, and it was ugly. Really ugly. He snapped when I called him a judgmental liar. Before I knew it we were hitting each other, noses breaking. Bones cracking, blood everywhere, and I- I couldn't stop myself! I continued hitting him, even when I saw he didn't react, or resist. I hit him, again, and again, and again. I took all of my anger towards my scumbag of a father and shoved it in Bellamy's face. Literally. Not a fucking day goes by without me hating myself for what I did. I still see him everywhere I go, hear his voice everyday and I still sleep on my side of the bed, and every morning I feel his absence. And it's all my fault. I miss him so much."
The nurse looked at him with pity and fright. She was still scared of him, he was a murderer after all, but she couldn't help but to feel sorry for him.
"Shit" She started "that's some heavy stuff." She exclaimed after a brief pause.
"Yeah." He didn't want to look her in the eyes, ashamed of what he did.
"Have you told anyone else about this?" She hesitated, but put her hand on his. Carefully, since ha just had stated that he hated people touching him. He didn't mind it, it felt good against his cold skin.
"Nope." He now built up the courage to look her in the eyes, she smiled and said
"Well, your secret's safe with me." He scuffed, and pulled his hand away from her.
"So can I get out of here now or what?" She chuckled and accepted his wish. Ten minutes later he was out of there. He was now wearing his regular skinny, black jeans, a plain, black t-shirt and a pair of black vans. He simply liked the color black. (A/N: just like my soul lol)
By the time he got home, he was extremely tired, so he went to bed, without even bothering to take his shoes of.
Okay well this chapter sucked slightly, but know you know how everything went down. Uhm and yeah so don't hate me BUT I don't know if I'll continue this story. I love writing it but I feel like it's kind of like all of the murphamy fan fics out there. ):
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xx Ellie
