Beaten And Bruised

Chapter 2

(2-D's POV)

I rushed out of the bathroom hoping he didn't notice that my face was flushed red. Or that my boxers were, um, tighter than when I put them on. How did he make me feel this way? How? I've never felt that way about him before.

But, he does have a really nice build, he's strong and the way he looks when he's not drunken is just so.. nice. He could be better, sure, but I mean, to me, he's actually really perfect. I looked down, I'm not making the situation any better for myself.

I sighed, looking to my bed side table. I never did open that bottle of beer. I grabbed it and popped the cap off. I took a small chug and took it away from my lips. It burned going down. I don't like drinking too much because if I get hungover, my migraines will be 100 times worse when I wake up. Not that they aren't already bad, they are actually worse than when they started all those years ago.

I need to get Murdoc off my mind.

That won't be fun. I decided to put on some pants and walk downstairs. So I grabbed some black skinny jeans and slipped them on. I looked in the mirror, making weird faces.

Once I was done I walked downstairs and turned on the tv. Murdoc seemed to still be in the restroom. He's taking really long, I wonder what he's doing.. I'll not let my mind wonder too much.

I flipped through all of the channels and landed on MTV. I wasn't really interested but there's never anything good to watch and I usually play video games with Noodle or Murdoc when he's sober. I sat there bored and ended up pulling out my phone.

After a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open and steps come down the stairs. Once I heard steady footsteps coming toward the couch I closed me eyes and tensed up preparing myself for a slap or something to be thrown at me. Nothing.

   I felt the couch beside me shift as Murdoc sat down. "Why're ya watchin' this crap?" He asks, taking the remote from next to me. He started flipping through the channels. "There 'as nothin' else on" I say, staring at Murdoc. He's really attractive, I couldn't help it.

   "Whatcha starin' at faceache?" He asks, not like he wanted an answer. I quickly turned and faced the tv. He ended up just leaving it on MTV. I told him there was nothing on.

   I suddenly got a sharp pain in my head. I clenched my teeth resting my elbows on my knees, fingers on my temples trying to help it go away. "H-hey Mudz.. could you get my pain killers?" I felt his eyes looking at me. "Yeah sure, where are they?" He said, his stern voice was sympathetic and soft. "O-n the table i-in my room." I manage to stutter out slowly. He gets off the couch and I hear his footsteps head upstairs.

(Murdoc's POV)

I get to Stu's room and see the beer bottle not even half empty. He never was a heavy drinker. I look on his table for the pills and see them front and center. I quickly grab them and head out of the room.

I get back to the couch and see him in the same position as when I left. I unscrew the cap and pour out three pills. I'm not giving him too many, I don't want him to accidentally O.D. on his meds.

I give him the pills and he grabs them quickly swallowing them dry, leaning against the couch after he does so. It looks like he's still in pain. I hate to know that I caused this. The first day I found Stu, I gave him brain damage. Good fucking job to me.

I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, biting the cap off and taking a big swig. I sat back next to Dents and he was still making a pained face. I looked into the still opened pill bottle and realized there were no pills left.