Murphamy: A Happy Ending

Chapter 8 - Late Night Phone Call

Murphy's POV

I walk home, my guitar strapped on my back. My mind races with the memories of what just happened. Images of a shirtless Bellamy play in my mind. God, he was hot. The way his body glistened in the sunlight from the sweat made him look god-like. But, I had to be an idiot and fuck it up. The bruise on my forehead was from my mom. She had woken up drunk and flipped out on me, giving me her "My son isn't gay! You're a perverted freak!" speech. A few bottles ended up getting chucked across the room, one inevitably smashing on my head. There was some blood, but I had managed to get it to stop. And to top it all off, I had told Bellamy to call me later, promising to tell him everything he wanted to know. Could I get any more fucked?

I walk into my shithole of a house and straight to my room, putting my guitar on its stand in the corner of the room. Besides drawing, it was one of the only things I was good at. The way the strings felt against my fingers and the soothing sound made all my problems go away for a little while. Flopping down in my bed, I pull out my phone, scrolling through Tumblr for a few hours.

Bellamy's POV

I jog home, the only thing I hear is Murphy's music playing softly in my head. He looked so peaceful sitting there, like he had not a care in the world. I make my way home, walking in the door and walking up to my room, grabbing some black shorts, boxers and a t-shirt before making my way into the bathroom. I shut the door, turning the shower on and stripping off my clothes. I step into the water, letting it hit my back and soak my hair. The heat relaxes my muscles. I run my hands through my hair and I begin to wash it.

The bruise on Murphy's head comes back into my mind. Where did that come from? Who did that to him? I come up with several ridiculous conclusions in my head, pushing each one aside. He probably just fell. But he said that he deserved it? I completely disagree, but I hope that doesn't mean Finn or someone like him got ahold of Murphy. I finish up, turning the water off and stepping out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I stand in front of the mirror, leaning against the counter. Why did I care this much about him? I think this is more than just a little crush. I think I might love him. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts. I get dressed and make my way back downstairs. Octavia is sitting on the couch, watching one of her cartoons. She hears me coming and looks over to me.

"Big brother!" She cheers, standing up and running over to me.

"Octavia!" I say, mimicking her tone. She giggles.

"Play with me!" She says, hopping up and down. I kneel down next to her, chuckling and smiling at her.

"What do you want to play, O?" I ask her. Octavia walks behind me and jumps up, grabbing onto my shoulder and wrapping her legs around my torso.

"You are my brave horse! Take me into battle!" She shouts, waving around an imaginary sword. I laugh and stand up, holding onto her legs so she doesn't fall.

"Anything for the princess." I say before running around the house, Octavia giggling and shouting her 'war cry', swiping at imaginary enemies on either side of us.

***

Octavia was asleep on the couch. It was almost 9:30. She was tired. It was past her bedtime and we had played all day, running around the house in her own little battlefield.

My mom had picked up Octavia and put her to bed. I walked up to my own room, remembering what Murphy had told me earlier.

"Call me later and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

I pull my shirt off and sit on my bed, contemplating whether or not I should call him.

"Fuck it." I whisper under my breath. I call his number, waiting for him to pick up. I lay back, waiting to hear his perfect voice.

"Bellamy?" I hear as he picks up the phone.

"Hey, Murphy." I say, trying not to make this awkward.

"I didn't think you'd actually call." He said, his voice genuinely surprised.

"Of course. I want to know what happened Murphy. Who hurt you?" I ask, my voice sounding sadder than I wanted it to. God, I sound so pathetic.

Murphy's POV

"Of course. I want to know what happened, Murphy. Who hurt you?" Bellamy asks. He sounded sad. Like he actually care and wanted to know what had happened to me. I couldn't help but blush. I go silent for a minute, think about if I should tell him or not.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Bellamy says. He must have taken my silence as a rejection.

"No. If you actually care, I might as well. It's not like telling you is going to make a difference." I say, it coming out more sarcastic than I wanted it to.

"I'm here to listen." He replies. And that was it. I told him everything. Probably more than I should have, but I didn't care. He wanted to listen, so I told him. I told him about how my dad had left after I came out, how my mother resented me ever since that day, the almost daily verbal and physical abuse I got. I told him everything. And I didn't regret it. A few tears had leaked from my eyes, but I didn't tell Bellamy that.

"I am so sorry, Murphy." Bellamy said after I had finished my life story. It had been almost an hour and he listened the whole time, not interrupting or laughing at me.

"It's fine. I've gotten used to it by now." I reply, wiping stray tears from my face and trying to avoid sniffling into the phone.

"No. It's not fine, Murphy. You shouldn't be treated like that. You're an amazing person. You deserve so much better." He says. I feel myself blush. I'm so glad he wasn't here to see it.

"Thanks, Bellamy. You're the first person who's actually cared, besides Emori." I reply. I just want him to hold me. I want to be in his arms, feeling his heartbeat beating in time with mine. That would make me feel better. But, I love this just as much. At this moment, I don't care if he exposes my backstory to the school. I just love that he cared enough to listen.

"I care about you, Murphy. I care a lot, actually." He says, his voice deep and sensual. I feel my heart quicken. Damnit, John! Calm down.

"I care about you too, Bellamy." I hear myself say. Bellamy and I talk for a few more minutes before we hang up. I set my phone down, letting out a sigh as I lay back down. I just exposed my entire backstory to Bellamy Blake. The hottest guy in school knows every detail about how John Murphy came to be the beaten and abuse gay boy he was. This will be interesting.