↣John Murphy x Reader↢

↣ Chapter Ten ↢

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 776

After Murphy's mother died he picked up her alcohol addiction to cope with his emotions. Everyday you would check on him, cook food, clean a little bit, make small talk but he would never engage in them. You hated seeing Murphy beating himself up like this he doesn't attend classes and usually spends his time in his room or on the couch. You had enough of it.

Murphy lazily walked out his dark room and into the kitchen. He had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess shooting out in different directions. You stopped sweeping to look at him, he completely ignores your presence. Murphy walked over to the fridge to grab another bottle of alcohol. You quickly walked over to the fridge and held his wrist stopping him from taking it out of the fridge.

"John," you spoke quietly approaching him.

"What do you want," He asked avoiding eye contact.

"You have to stop," You slowly took the bottle out of his hand and placed it back in the fridge.

He didn't respond reaching out to grab the bottle again.

You slapped his hand hard "John!" you yelled.

He jumped at your sudden outburst "what the fuck y/n?!" he growled rubbing his hand.

"I care about you!" You said slamming the fridge door closed "I'm sick and tired of watching you beat yourself up like this!"

"Then don't," he simply said pushing you away rather harshly and grabbing the bottle from the fridge. "I never cared about you anyways," he said taking a swing leaning against the counter.

"Y-You don't mean that," you stuttered crossing your arms across your chest tears starting to form.

He turned around walking back to his room "The only things I care about is this," he said raising the bottle then disappearing into the hall that lead to his room .

You followed him into the hall "John wait," you said quietly wiping away your tears.

He walked into his room leaving the door open a little bit just enough for you to hear him "Now you can leave because I don't want you here anymore." He said bitterly.

"John please," tears started forming in your eyes.

"Get out!" Murphy yelled.

"Fine," you said quietly fighting through your tears.

~Next day~

Yesterday's events still got you shakened up so you decided to go on a walk. You grabbed your sweater hanging on the hook and walked out.

'I never cared about you anyways'

His bitter words repeated in your head as you stared blankly down the hallway. Did he really mean it? You asked yourself. Your thoughts were interupted when you smelled something burning and yelling down the halls.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as you quickly ran to the commotion to see an arresting officer's quarters on fire. You gasped at the orange fire completely engulfing everything.

"Move!" yelled a guard with a fire extinguisher followed by a few others.

You watched in astonishment as they frantically tried to kill the fire, thankfully, they did.

"Who's responsible for this?" yelled one of the guards. They all started arguing amongst each other, thats when you heard a familiar name. Why was that name so familiar? Then it hit you, that was the quarters of Murphy's father's arresting officer. Your heart sank as you connected the dots, only one person was responsible for this.

You quickly ran to where Murphy lived and knocked on the door frantically. When you got no response you opened the door surprised it wasn't locked.

"Murphy?!" you yelled looking around the room.

A few seconds later the guards from earlier ran into the room

"Where is John Murphy?!" One boomed showing you a picture of the surveillance footage of him setting the quarters on fire.

"I-I don-" You were interrupted by Murphy stepping out of his room with a big grin on his face.

"Right here," he smirked.

You watched Murphy lazily emerging from his room. Why isn't he fighting back? You asked yourself.

"Johnathan Murphy you are arrested for setting a fire in an arresting officer's quarters" the guard said putting handcuffs around Murphy's hands.

You were shocked when Murphy didn't fight back but only to turn around allowing the guard to put the handcuffs on.

"He deserved it" Murphy scoffed raising an eyebrow before being escorted out of the room.

"Wait!" you yelled grabbing the officer's arm "You can't arrest him!"

The officer shrugged off your grip "He committed a crime, yes we can arrest him" he said before exiting the room.

You were left alone in the room shocked and confused.

"What the fuck just happened" you breathed out.