El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

Tomorrow Comes Today

The first time I got hit, it almost seemed fake. Surreal. Like a dream, or, in this case, a nightmare. It was just Paula and I home at this point, the other band members were at a bar, and I couldn't go. Paula volunteered to watch over me, which I thought was weird, but when I realized her true motives, that's when things got bad real quick.

I was already bleeding on the floor, curled up in a ball as she hit me with the pan, the dream-like state disappearing with each whack in the head, and herself kicking me in the stomach. I had said her real name, I had called her by that, and she started shouting insults at me, and hitting me with the pan. Then, after she had hit me, she yanked me off of the floor, and dragged me to Murdoc's room, my eye almost swollen shut, and my lip bleeding.

She put me on the bed, and it reminded me of the moment around a month and a half ago where I was with Sherry, getting ready to see the mystery band. She began to apologize, her face not showing any emotion, but began to cover my face with makeup while I cried.

"You are going to ruin the makeup! Stop crying, I'm trying to fix it, okay?" She yelled loudly, which caused me to sob harder as I covered my eyes with my hands. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, and jerked me upwards so that I was face-to-face with her, a cigarette that I hadn't notice in her mouth. "I will give you a real reason to cry, waste of space! Murdoc will kick you out in a second if I told him what happened!" She threatened, and I was confused.

"But you were the one that hit me. Why would I get in trouble?" I yelped, my voice rising steadily in pitch as she tightened her grip on my hair, yanking me up so that I was close to her face, the rancid smell of alcohol on her breath, and the cigarette smoke blowing in my face, causing to me to cough as I looked at her. She glared at me, her face stern, and angry, every wrinkle visible. Her years hadn't been good to her at all.

"Listen, brat. You bit me, kicked me, and punched me. You really don't want me to tell them that?" I knew what she was doing. She was going to do that to herself if I told. Then she was going to blame it on me. I looked down at my legs, and slowly nodded. I was powerless. There was nothing I could do. I was in deep shit either way, and no one could pull me out because they didn't know. Even if I did tell 2D, she was a good manipulator. She would just convince him. Maybe he would listen to me.

No. I was too ashamed to tell him at this point. He would call me a baby, weak, and he wouldn't trust me ever again. He would send me back to my mother. I couldn't go back. Not now, not ever. I wasn't going to be a failure, and run back to her. So, I just nodded, and she smiled, tilting her head, and letting go of my hair with a large grin. I self-consciously held my shoulders as I looked at the ground.

"Such a pretty girl. Too bad you can't take care of yourself. They like girls that take charge." She lifted up my chin, and smiled just as the door open. I stood up, my hair hiding my face and my eyes as Murdoc walked in, a confused look on his face as he saw Paula and I. I didn't say a word, but just quietly pushed back him, my shoulders hunched over as I did.

He made a sound, like a laugh, but not quite there as he closed the door behind me, and I could hear the lock click. I sighed, and walked up the second pair of stairs. Had it really been that long? I peeked in 2D's room, seeing him on the phone. I grabbed my pajamas, and changed into them in the bathroom, then silently moving over to my side of the bed, not showing him my face.

The rest of the week went exactly like that. Whether if we were the only ones in the house, or if we were alone, she would find time to make fun of me. Hit me. The bruises were hard to hide. I didn't know why she did it in the first place. Maybe because I was the rock that had blocked the cave, and the only way to get to the cave was to push the rock. She just wasn't pushing the rock, though. She was breaking it.

That was the simplest reason I could think of. 2D was her ticket back into heaven, no matter what he knew, or how many times he ignored her in a day, he would look to me for comfort. Then she would get angry at me, then, well, beat me. She would whisper things, insecurities that I had never portrayed before, but had always stayed deep down. My teeth, my hair, my skin, the shape of my body. My personality.

And I started to believe her. I knew I was ugly at this point, and she was just confirming this insecurities. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I was a living rendition of a ghoul. Well, I was thinner,not by much, but still, and bags were underneath my eyes. My skin was riddled with bruises and cuts, but I didn't show it. I wore thicker clothes, longer sleeves. I stopped wearing dresses, and wore 2D's clothes, which covered everything.

Then, she took it too far. She cut off all of my hair. She brought scissors with her one time, and I thought she was going to stab me. No, she hit be, then while I was down, she cut my hair off. Straight off. It was as short as Noodle's, where as it used to flow before. My heart was broken. This was all in the manner of two weeks, mind you. I didn't need help. No one would help.

Murdoc's POV

I ignored her. I ignored her, and I was paying for it as I saw her get more depressed, thinner, lose weight, and eventually cut off her hair. She used more and more makeup, probably because she felt insecure. But she also wore fuckface's clothing. She was sleeping with him. I could see it. She loved him.

And I was stuck with a girl that was hot. But I didn't love her. Well, I lusted after her, yes, but I didn't love her. There was no emotional thing going on, it was, uh, a rather physical relationship, hmm. Yeah. Whenever, wherever, like that song by Shakira.

"Murdoc. Murdoc. Murdoc." 2D kept on bugging me as he looked annoyed, his black eyes furrowed. I snap out of my thoughts, and I looked over at him, shaking my head. He sighed, and rolled his eyes, standing up angrily. "I have something to tell you, and you aren't going to like it. It's about your girlfriend." I still got defensive when anyone made a comment. Sure, I didn't love her, but I didn't want her to seem unwelcome in this area.

"I don't want to hear it. Why didn't you tell me you were banging Y/N?" I quickly changed the topic. What? It was a fair question! Besides, if he was going to bug me, I might as well embarrass him. His cheeks turned red as he looked away, and I leaned back on the couch, victorious.

"I am not 'banging' her. She has just been feeling really upset lately. She won't eat, Murdoc. She won't sleep. She is hiding something. And I think it has to do with your girlfriend." I looked up at him. No, it couldn't have been because of Shelby. Shelby was sweet, Shelby was kind. Shelby was.....

"Paula. I have let you have your fun. That is Paula, Murdoc. That is Paula."