Scar Tissue [2Doc]

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{SMUT WARNING} 

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The cuts under my bandages begin to itch furiously. Murdoc's voice sounds distant. I'm tired. I slowly turn towards him.

"Watchu' say, Murdoc?" I ask, my voice sounding slurred and slightly raspy from the smoke.

Murdoc chuckles slowly, "Let's fucking do it D. I've missed yer touch."

He rubs his junk against my leg. I try to push him away, but I'm finding myself weak.

"Fuck off Murdoc. I don't want to do this again with you. You're high."

"So are ye."

"I can hold my weed, looks like ye can't."

We glare at each other.

"Yea, but I can hold my alcohol, Dents. Yer wasted."

I scoot away from him, but he sticks right along. "Murdoc, stop getting hard on my fucking leg."

My head drops. I'm tired. I'm so tired. I feel like the world is swaying. I can't describe this surreal feeling. My body is almost numbing. I let out a long sigh. Murdoc looks at me and pouts ever so slightly. He puts his hands up in the air in defeat.

"Alright, how about I drive ye home. You look even shittier than before."

I glare at him through the corner of my eye, looking through the blue strands of hair in front of my face. The burning passion and hunger in him hasn't left.

I feel defeated already... I know his intentions...

We walk to his car. I struggle to get in. The atmosphere in here is cold. He takes a seat, looking at his steering wheel then me. He turns on the engine, and slowly begins to drive away from the pub. Everything feels as if it's quickly flying past my face. The streetlights are loud and vibrant. It's the craziest light show I've ever seen. It's almost too much for my mind to handle.

The strange high feeling I love. This is it.  

I smile to myself as I close my eyes, and lean back against the car seat. I like keeping my eyes closed while high. A galaxy of swirls and circles form on the inside of my eyelids. A perfect show just for me.

"Whatcu' smilin' at D?" Murdoc asks, his voice sounding groggy as hell.

"Nothinggg~," I whisper, dragging out the last syllable.

My heart seems to be beating rather quickly. So quickly it's almost out of beat. I bring my hand up to my chest slowly.

Damn drugs doing weird things to me.

The car suddenly comes to a stop. Are we here already? Murdoc nudges my shoulder. I open my eyes slightly and turn to him.

"We're here. Let me walk ye in."

I close my eyes again, keeping my head turned in Murdoc's direction. "Ye just saying that 'cause ye want to fuck me."

Murdoc doesn't respond to my statement. Even if I have my eyes closed, I can feel his stare burning into my skull. I hear him open the car door, he steps out, then shuts it roughly. Footsteps echo around the car as he emerges on my side. He opens my door and tugs on my arm.

"Let's go 2D."

I don't budge.

Murdoc tugs even harder. "2D, lets go," he says through gritted teeth.

There it is. That's what I was waiting for. The scary, abusive, drunken Murdoc I remember is starting to emerge.

He eventually yanks me out of the car, his sheer force hurts my skinny arm. He clicks his tongue. "Here, put your arm around me. I'll help you walk," he says.