Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 6: Murdoc's POV

    I coughed out more than air. There was awful, copper-flavored blood coming up. My chest and stomach ached from being hit so many times. I'm pretty sure my right arm was also broken. I knew I couldn't just sit around and feel sorry for myself. I had to find out what happened to Stu. All I remember  was being beaten the shit out of and passing out.
    I stood up, painfully so, dug an old shirt out of my bag, and ripped it in half. I made a shitty d.i.y sling. It wasn't bad for the materials used and having only one available arm. After that,  I quickly packed all my things and headed out.  Every movement killed me but I knew I had to move faster. It hurt a lot more not knowing where Stu was and what was happening to him. I knew this would happen.
    We start dating and his life is just fucked up. He could be dead right now. I seriously ruin everything I touch.
    "Shit!" I yelled angrily. The tires were all flat. I had had enough. I threw down my bag and dug out my phone. You know I was desperate if I was calling...Russel. I got a migraine just thinking about it.
    "Hey Mudz. Wassup?" He asked, casually.
    "Long story short, D got kidnapped, I got my ass kicked, the car's tires were fucking stabbed aaannnddd I need you to come pick me up," I said, running out of breath.
    "Uh, yeah sure thing. Lemme get Noodle and we'll be there soon," he said and then hung up. I sighed and sat on the ground, leaning against the car. I lit a cigarette and began to think. I had time to kill.
    "I knew I couldn't protect D. I knew it!" I screamed. I didn't give a fuck who heard me. I pushed back the sling on my broken arm and just stared at my wrist. I closed my eyes and pressed the burning end of the cig to my arm and held it. My jaw clenched and I screamed with my mouth closed tight. I pulled the cigarette away and threw it to the ground.
    The mark left on my arm will always remind me to protect my Stuart at all costs. Or else, I'll have to go through the pain all over again and have another mark to remind me that I failed. I let my head fall back and I stared up at the cloudy sky.
    "Please let me find him. Please. I'll give anything to save him," I thought to myself. I couldn't stop thinking about how I let him down. The last time he said he loved me could be the last time I'll ever hear it. Maybe Paula was right. I treat Stu like shit. Maybe he left on his own. My head was filled with the worst possible scenarios. Hopefully, none of them were correct.