My Medicine | 2doc

nine | chaser

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! IF I PROMISED NOT TO TOUCH HIM WHY ARE YOU?"

"W-what?"

2-D looked to his left to see an angry Paula before him. Her eyliner trailed down her cheeks, creating a waterfall of make-up. He then looked in front of him to see the familiar face he was kissing only seconds earlier. His cheeks were hot. 2-D took another look at Paula. He didn't need to be sober to realize the wrong he had done. Guilt began to climb up his throat, or was it guilt? Without his permission, all his night's drinks and food came out all at once... onto Paula's dress. She shrieked with horror, catching a few eyes from those around them. She was done with everything. She wanted to be home. This kind of public humiliation was too much. "You little bitch", her jaw was clenched as hard as humanly possible. Paula grabbed 2-D by his wrist, digging her long nails into his tender skin, and dragged him off the stool he was sitting on. He didn't move any farther than that. Fuming, she looked back to see Murdoc holding his right hand. "He's mine," Murdoc looked her in the eyes, the expression on his face was stone cold serious. "Tough luck," she gave a hard tug at 2-D' s left arm. Murdoc's grip didn't budge. It became a tug-of-war game, the players constantly pulling the man their way, spitting out rude remarks. A pain began to swell in his arm. At one point it felt as if Paula pulled his arm right out of it's socket. He looked to see it still in place, only to be yanked the other way like a ragdoll. "U-um can you guys st-" he was interupted by rather obnoxious screaming coming from Paula. "You're fucking crazy if you think you can have him, he's MY boyfriend!"

"Whatever, bitch. He's MY singer! I bet he doesn't even love you!" Murdoc pulled the man in his direction. "Do you love 'er dentz?"

"I d-", ignored again he stopped himself and slouched.

"I don't care what you think! He's mine! Now keep your bloody hands off!" Paula yanked 2-D's arm harder. The pain was beginning to get unbearable. All he wanted was to shrink and disappear. No one would listen to him. He felt his chest begin to hurt and his eyes begin to water. The tears came down, damping his cheeks. It was hard to breathe. It didn't stop him from trying one last time to get their attention.

"I'M NOT A PIECE O' PROPERTY FER YOU TA OWN!"

Paula was angered by his sudden defiance. "I don't give a shit about what you think, you're coming home."

"What if I don' give a shit 'bout you!?" 2-D gave a strong tug at both of his arms, loosening the grip of Murdoc and Paula. "I'm done," 2-D stormed off out of the club, leaving the two behind. He had no idea where he was going but continued down the pavement anyway.

"Good job, bitch. You drove 'im off," Murdoc shoved her backwards. "It wasn't me!" She returned the hit rather harshly by striking his nose. He didn't notice his nose was bleeding until he tasted copper on his upper lip. The two continued to argue about who drove him off, shoving each other back and forth.

"Murdoc? What the hell are you doing, picking a fight with that girl?"

Murdoc turned to see his friend, Josh, standing before them. "I thought you were arrested during a drink run for the party.." Murdoc completely dismissed the fact Josh had asked him a question. "Yeah, only for 24 hours, it was overbooked. You didn't answer my question," Josh looked at Paula for any injuries. "Are you alright, love?"

She instantly straightened up. "No, the bastard is pushing me around, not much of a gentleman if you ask me.." Paula began twirling her hair between her fingers, forgetting her dress was covered in vomit.

"That's pretty low, even for you, Murdoc," Josh led Paula away from the bassist to talk her. "Fake bitch," Murdoc mumbled before dragging his feet out of the club. Neither Paula or Josh meant anything to him at that moment. He needed to find 2-D.

-

What time was it? Murdoc's tired eyes looked at the clock. 11:06 am. How long have I been out? Murdoc didn't bother going home the night before. He had already wasted over a hundred dollars on gasoline trying to find the singer. Even though he could barely keep his eyes open, he continued looking for 2-D. He had stopped at a convenient store for a beer. It helped keep him stay awake enough to drive.

The only thing he felt relieved about was the fact that he was no longer staying with Paula. She was a bitch. 2-D didn't need her back in his life. Just thinking about her made Murdoc cringe.

Bloop, Murdoc could see a swirl of blue and red in the corner of his eye.

"Sweet Satan"

He pulled the car over, knowing there wasn't a way out of it.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" The man looked hispanic, with a sad excuse for a goatee.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure which infraction of the law you noticed, but I'm tired so just take me in," Murdoc croaked.

"Alright mate, step out of the car," The police officer led Murdoc out, taking a sniff of his car. "Is there anything on your person or in your car we should know about?"

Murdoc thought about what he had possession of. "Nothing but rubbish in my pockets, no weapons in the car, and possibly some sort of drugs in there... pot, I think."

The officer began padding him down, taking out candy wrappers from his pockets. "Thanks for being honest, it makes my job a lot easier," the officer looked at his partner, who was searching the car. A half empty beer can and pipe were already on the hood of the car. Once the woman found a bag of marijuana she half-assed the rest of the search while the male officer gave Murdoc a sobriety test.

Murdoc managed to pass until he breathed into the breathalyzer. He was over the legal limit. "Alright, since you've cooperated, we'll only charge you for the pot and drug paraphernalia. Don't make me regret it, you hear me?"

Murdoc nodded. Cool pig.

"Got anyone you can call to pick the car up, otherwise it's getting towed," the cop offered.

"Yeah, my friend Russ."

-

Russel rode the bus with Noodle to pick the car up while Murdoc went through the booking progress at jail. Unfortunately, he had to share a cell.

"2-oh-5, 2-oh-6.." the officer that led Murdoc to his cell counted out loud the cell numbers. Murdoc found it annoying that the man didn't know his way around well enough. "Ah! 2-oh-9, here you are," the officer carefully inserted the keys and turned the lock slowly as if it was a skill that took years to master. Inside there was a lump on the bottom bunk covered in a thin, cheap bedsheet. The lad shifted in the bed awkwardly to indicate to the officer that he was still alive. After Murdoc settled in, the officer left.

"What are you in for?" Murdoc turned to the lump of sheets. "I tooka leak in public, ya can't blame me for need'n ta piss.. wait.." the man pulled the sheets back from his head, revealing blue hair. He turned to face Murdoc. "Wot.. Murdoc.. damnit! I jus' can't seem ta escape this bloody luck," 2-D turned away from Murdoc.

"Aw, come on now. Don't pretend like you don't love me," Murdoc scooted towards 2-D and gave him a playful shove. He was relieved to have finally found 2-D, even if it was on accident. The only thing that worried him was their release times. Depending on how many people are booked, Murdoc could be in for a day to a week. He assumed 2-D to be released in a day considering it wasn't a severe charge and the fact that most of the punishment was the fine. If 2-D were to be released before Murdoc, he'd lose his singer again.

Author's note:
Alright. Fuck. Okay so I've got a bit to tell you which may affect the frequency of how much I update. But first, I'm basing all of the police shit off of what it's like where I live. I don't live in Essex, I don't know whether weed is legal, how the police system works over there. I'm writing this from personal experience, alright.. (My dad got arrested from this stuff a couple years ago, not me). So yeah. Also, this sucks but one of my younger friends have committed suicide after he found out his father was going to be possibly deported. I'm a little unstable and have a hard time dealing with this. If you're interested in donating to help fund his funeral, message me. That's it, stay safe, and remember I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO VERY MUCH!!

Song: Truce by Twenty one pilots