Plastic Prison (Gorillaz fanfic) (2D x Murdoc)

Chapter 5

(2D's POV) 

Oh my Buddha, I punched him. I told him to stop and I punched him, why did I have to punch him!? I mean, he deserved it, a lot, but he's also a lot stronger than me, why did I have to start shit by punching him!?

He looked up at me, I stood on top of the bed, ready to defend my self (or really, shield myself from him) as he sat on the floor, stunned. In an instant his face got hard and angry, and I was terrified. He looked at me for what felt like a minute, and then, his expression changed. And then, he just... left the room. He left the room, left me terrified and panicking. 

Why did I do that!? Where is he going, is he getting something? Is he getting a weapon? Am I gonna die? I'm buck ass naked, I don't wanna die naked! 

I probably sat on that bed for hours, managing to only put on a pair of underwear as I stared at the door... for hours. I don't know how many, there was no clock down here, and I had a terrible sense of time. I had a migraine, but it was hard to pay attention to that when you're scared half shit-less. 

It must have been at least a day before I heard footsteps again. I couldn't sleep, and I felt even more threatened once the footsteps stopped at the door I stared at. It didn't open, there wasn't even a knock. All that happened, was there was a small shuffle, and a paper was slid under the door. The footsteps never left the door.

Was he waiting for me t read it? I left the small comfort that was my bed, and jumped over to the note.

'Want to know why I'm sorry?' the note asked. It was a simple question, with a simpler answer.

"No."

(Murdoc's POV)

I should have figured he wouldn't want to know. He never gave me time to explain. I just wanted to go back to what we were when he first came here. Just, experimental and when we were both having fun... both getting off. 

The novelty's warn off, and we both know it. There might have been a way to go back to that, but I ruined my chances of that long ago, when I was too drunk to realize I had messed up.

Drunk. I'm Pathetic. Oh, at first it was the only way I could get through a night with the guy, but now... now I hate it. I hate that it's the only way he'll let me get close to him. I hated that I did things at night that I couldn't remember the next day, and... I hated that I'd hurt him. But, sadly, it's the only thing that calms me down enough to do anything half productive now a days. 

"Stu-" I tried to talk to him through the door.

"Don't! D-don't even start you bastard!" Wow... that's new. He was normally so... submissive. It was odd for him to stand up for himself since, well, ever. 

I opened the door with ease, me having the only key to it, and invited myself in. The bloke panicked and seemed to sprint towards the bathroom, trying to put another door between us. The key worked on both. I walked in on 2D trying to stuff himself into one of the cabinet's in a shitty attempt to hide.

I grabbed him by the arm, dragging him back into the main room.

"Don't you dare run from me like that again!"  The poor boy was trembling in nothing but his own nickers. "Do you hear me!?" He didn't answer me, only continued to glare at me, anger in his cold black eyes as tears threatened to spill over.

Why is he suddenly so defiant?

"What do you want from me!?" I screamed, honestly wanting to know that would make him understand.

"I want ta leave!" The tears finally ran over the edge. He gasped and hiccuped as he started to cry. My face softened for a moment as I felt like my heart was breaking.

It hasn't been this bad before. Us. This. This while situation and the island. But I gave him the only answer I could. The same answer he gave me.

"No."