El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

It's Not Easy Having Yourself a Great Time

"They hate you. No one loves you. I'm sorry, but I've even been told that myself. Murdoc told me, he loves me so much. They don't like you." She smirked as she began to wash the dishes, and I just stayed at the kitchen table, holding my head. They didn't, do they? That's why they had been acting weird. They didn't like me. It had made so much sense at this point. They didn't like me. They weren't even close to loving me. They liked her, they liked Paula. Paula was cool. Paula was the boss. Paula was awesome. That's what she made me think.

"You know, I remember you. You were that little brat that 2D has to take care of. Then, he disappeared on you. After Murdoc hit him with his car. Oh, those were good times. I had him all to myself, and they all adored me, welcomed me into their lives." She kept on ranting, and I peeked up from my spot on the table. Of course she had remembered me. Wait, Murdoc hit him? Murdoc hit 2D with a car? I always thought his eyes were caused by something else. My own eyes widened as I stood up from the table.

I didn't know why, but anger grew like a burning flame as I began to walk fast towards the living room, where I knew Murdoc was. He was standing up, 2D in the room as well. I gritted my teeth as I raised my hand up, and slapped him hard against the cheek, interrupting their conversation. He held his cheek as he looked down at me, almost surprised with what I did. Then, I did something I was afraid to do in front of him.

I began to cry. I leaned into him, not hugging him, but began to cry as he stayed still, his breathing light, almost as if he didn't want to move. I kept on sobbing, my body shaking up and down, and painful sounds coming from my mouth as I hyperventilated. He bent down, placed his hands on my shoulders, and moved my hands away from my eyes as I looked at him.

Then I felt someone almost tackle me with a hug. I looked into Murdoc's eyes, which were filled with sympathy. I never had seen him like this in my many weeks being with him. He even put down his bottle, and wiped the tears away from my face. I assumed that 2D was hugging me, as I could feel him pet the top of my head, and rub my back, trying to comfort me.

"Why? I need help, Murdoc. Why would you take him away? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you help me?" I questioned, as I fell to my knees, and he went on his as well, holding my chin up. It was unlike Paula's harsh grip, though. It was gentle, his fingers softly moving across the edge of my jaw. I could feel him push 2D off of me, and nod his head the other way, as if trying to tell him something.

He hugged me, and I didn't care that I was laying against his bare chest, or that I could feel the cold metal of his necklace against the my neck. He didn't say a word, but just kind of pulled me into his lap, looking down. He grabbed my arm, held it in his hands, and yanked the long sleeve of 2D's shirt up, so that it showed all of my arm. Bruises, both old and new, and cuts had littered my arm, some of them a deep purple, and others yellow. I didn't wince though as I stopped crying, resting my head on his chest as he gently traced the bruises.

"That's what I thought. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you tell any of us?" Murdoc asked me, and, for once, his voice was quiet, like he wasn't try to yell as loud as he possibly could. I struggled to think of a response. I was being stupid. I thought that they would believe her over me. They saw difference in my attitude, and obviously thought something else. It wouldn't be too difficult to tell them that Paula was doing this to me.

"She was going to blame it on me. Beat herself up, then tell you guys that we fought. It is stupid, I know. But, I didn't know what to do. I tried sending signals, but you wouldn't pay attention. She were always with her. I couldn't tell 2D, either. He would go off on a rampage." I coughed a little bit, myself not used to the crying. He gently wiped the tears underneath my eyes. This was weird, even for him. Not because I wasn't used to this treatment, I was kind of used to it with 2D. But, the man who had been resenting me for the past couple of weeks, was finally acting like he had cared.

"I wouldn't put it above him, love. Hey, Shelbs, can you come here for a second?" Murdoc chuckled as he called out to his girlfriend. He rubbed my arm lightly, moving the sleeve back over it, and frowning as she walked in, wearing an apron. There was a smile on her face as she saw me crying and leaning against him, and the stern look he had on his face would've made anyone piss their pants.

"What's wrong, honey-bunny? Oh, no, I hope I didn't do something wrong? Did I make her cry? I'm sorry if I did." She immediately began to suck up as she took off her apron to show her extremely showy shirt, which had showed her flat stomach, her belly button being pierced, and her cleavage showing majorly. I looked back at Murdoc, expecting him to be looking at her boobs. Instead, he was looking at her face sternly, not caring.

"Paula, don't play dumb with me. You dare hurt someone who lives in this house, thinking you are all safe, while, in reality, you aren't. Yeah, I know who you are. You are a bitch, and I don't care that you brought my car back. You are lucky that I don't kill you." Murdoc stood up, bringing me up with him as he glared at her, and held me close. I looked down at my feet once more, and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I he jerked up my shirt, not up to my bra, but to expose my stomach.

Cuts and bruises had made their way into my stomach, which was sunken from the week of not eating. You could see the edges of my ribs, blood dried up from earlier. I looked away, not wanting to admit the pain that had grown, that was coursing ever so slowly threw my body, and that I hadn't noticed until now. I know he was just doing it as an example, but I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, self-conscious of what I looked like.

Then, at that moment, 2D had to walk in. Paula in front of me, Murdoc lifting up my shirt, and myself standing their awkwardly, honestly not knowing what to do. So, like always, 2D reaches in to save the day as he walked fast towards Murdoc, and pushed him hardly away from me, wrapping his hands around me protectively as he glared at him.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, you bloody idiot?" 2D screamed at Murdoc, his face turning bright red as he looked down at me. I looked back at him, and his facial features softened just a little bit as he gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb, a small smile etched onto his face. He casually placed an arm around my shoulder, and over my chest as I held onto it. I didn't want to talk, but I knew I would have to explain.

Murdoc looked taken aback, but cleared his throat, then pointed at the door. "I don't want to see your face ever again, Paula. And I mean ever." Murdoc made sure of that by taking a threatening step towards her, and she moved backwards, the look of defeat gently gracing the edges of her own face. Her face then distorted into a look of anger as she stomped out of the house, bunching up the apron in her hand, and throwing it at the ground.

"And you!" Murdoc whipped around as his face was mad, not quite angry, but he was still upset. At 2D. I could hear 2D squeak as he covered his head, then realized I was still there, and covered me, turning around and blocking me from Murdoc. I kind of appreciated it, because I didn't want to face an angry Murdoc anytime soon, and this Murdoc was as mad as he could be.

"I don't want you to ever talk back to me again, you...... you imbecile! I am the leader, and you need to listen to me. If I ever catch you yelling at me again, I swear I will pummel you so hard! You won't feel anything for weeks." He said to the back of 2D, whose head was resting on the top of my head, his hand firmly grasped into mine. I was going to say something about a nice comeback, but I wasn't in the mood.

"Why are you even yelling at me? I should be yelling at you! If you ever touch her like that again, you will have it, old man!" 2D turned around, and retorted. I glanced at both of them, slowly backing up. I didn't want to deal with this. I had a feeling they were going to pick sides. And right now, I wanted to talk to Russell. Noodle wasn't around, Paula was bad news for her, and these two didn't have any common sense.

Russell it is.