S t i n g [2DOC]

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"New house, new place, but still the same old person inside."

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2D's POV:

The new room still took some getting used to. It was cold and busted, but nothing that I hadn't experienced before. In a way, it kinda represented me.

I was empty and cold on the inside, but with a bit of work and care I might just be okay...

Of course, I doubt I'll ever have someone to care for me. The only person I'm living with at the moment is Murdoc and he's caused me nothing but pain. Both physically and emotionally. It was only a matter of time before I'd put a stop to it all.

But before I do anything drastic, I have to find out if Murdoc does actually care. Is he even capable of caring?

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Murdoc's POV:

Will he forgive me? Can you forgive someone for doing what I did?

I've constantly hurt him and I think our relationship is beyond repair at this point.

Maybe I should talk to him.

Try and work things out.

Try and say sor-

"-Muds?" The timid voice called out from the other side of my bedroom door, accompanied by three gentle knocks.

"C-come in!" I yelled a bit louder than I meant to.

Cautiously, the blue-haired boy pushed open the door. He must've unpacked his things already. That was quick.

When he entered my room he avoided eye contact, so I knew that something was up.

"What is it Dents?" I asked, trying my best to encourage him to talk to me.

We used to be okay- no, we used to be friends at one point. Maybe even more than that...

But then I just got mad a lot. I drank a lot and started to take out everything on him. I'd beat him and do anything I could to hurt him, so I'm surprised that he even wants to speak to me right now. Abusive relationships are never okay and I need to find a way to apologise.

Why do I always spoil good things?

"I need to talk to you about something..." 2D's voice trailed off.

"Tell me then." I gestured for him to come in, but he only shuffled in a few steps before stopping.

Clearly he wanted to keep as much distance between us as possible.

"We've been a lot closer than this before. There's no need to be shy." I tried to make light of the situation, but he still had such a sad expression.

Finally he spoke.

"Why did you use me if you don't care about me?" His voice was becoming slightly shaky now.

Please don't cry. I won't be able to keep myself together.

I guess it was only a matter of time before he brought this up. It has to be addressed anyway, I can't go on trying to avoid what happened between us.

Me and 2D had a bit of a fling before. It was only experimental at first, but we couldn't stay away from each other. Like a couple of horny teenagers as the popular saying goes.

That's how a lot of relationships start anyway. You start to explore each other and get closer to each other, but I took it too far. I got really drunk and I don't even remember what happened that night, but 2D tells me that I tried to force myself onto him.

How disgusting.

Even I can't believe that I'd do something like that, but I trust his word for it. He had painful-looking marks all over his body and he said he'd managed to fight me off, but he was still kinda scared of me after that. Hell, I was scared of myself. As bad as I am, I didn't think I'd be capable of that. But for some fucked up reason, he still forgave me.

Without learning my lesson, I turned to booze as my comfort. I didn't try anything like that again, but I'd lash out constantly. I'd wake up with a throbbing headache and a bruised lover. To push away the guilt, I'd just drink some more and eventually we were trapped in this vicious cycle.

Now that we've moved, I was determined to make things right again.

"Who said I don't care about you? If I was just in it for the sex then I'd find an attractive young bird to fuck, not a lanky 39 year old trapped in the body of a teenage boy." I retorted. I still had a bit of alcohol in my system, which caused me to be meaner than usual. Drinking never did bring out the good in me.

He winced at my insults.

Although, none of that was really true at all. I still found him attractive, even with all of his flaws. I just didn't know how to tell him that.

"Well then why didn't you just find someone else to sleep with? Why play with my emotions?" He asked, his black eyes now watery and shimmery in the dim room.

I shrugged. How am I supposed to answer that question? Do I tell him how much he means to me, or do I just act like I don't care? The latter was normally my go-to response, but for some reason I wanted to express myself honestly.

New place, new start. Right?

"I wasn't trying to play with your emotions, Stu. I care about you, but I always have a way of fucking things up. I'm sorry for all those times I've hurt you, and I know I'll still end up making the same mistakes, but I'll do my best to change." I looked him in the eyes now as tears finally pushed their way out of his dark pools.

"Come on now. Don't cry..." Walking over to him, I hugged onto him in an attempt to soothe him. It wasn't really in my nature, but I felt like I had to do something.

He tried to resist at first, struggling in my arms, but eventually he collapsed and let the warmth of the hug engulf him.

Although he hated me now, that was soon going to change. I'll make things change.

I want him to love me, just like I love him and I won't stop until I make things right again.

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