Amarillo

Too Far

"You bloody fucking moron! Can't you do anything right?!"

Silence settled over the house. Nobody moved. 2D knelt on the floor, holding broken pieces of a cup. Murdoc stood over him, huffing angrily.

Russel slipped into the kitchen wordlessly and Noodle had ceased breathing. 2D blinked slowly up at his tormentor, processing what just happened. He'd tripped over his untied shoelaces and dropped his cup of tea. He'd already been cleaning up when Murdoc slipped on the spilled liquid. Murdoc was able to right his balance, preventing any injuries. However, Mudz had a hangover and he was out for blood.

"I'm cleanin' it up, mate. It's okay," 2D restrained himself from rolling his eyes. He figured if he played it cool, Murdoc would calm down and carry on.

It didn't work.

"You think this is okay? You dunce! You've made a mess of this house! Again! You forget who you owe your life to? That would be me, you blubbering idiot!" Murdoc balled up his fists and clenched his teeth. Noodle quietly made her way to the kitchen. She figured this would end badly and she didn't want to see it.

2D stood, towering over the angry bassist. He took a deep breath and then dropped the shattered porcelain onto Murdoc's shoes. The soggy teabag landed on his toe with a plop.

"Uh, you stupid or something? You just threw rubbish all over my boots! You better-"

"Shut up! Just shut up, Murdoc! Nobody wants to hear it!" 2D pulled at his hair. He was beyond frustrated. He was too old for these games. And he was tired of them too.

"No! You need to respect me! Me! The leader of the band! This is my band and you will do as I say! Now clean this shit up!" Murdoc yelled, trying to be louder and scarier then a fed up 2D.

"I quit! I hate this stupid band! I hate touring with you! I hate your stupid face! I hate you so much that I can't even have fun playing music anymore! You win! You don't even think I'm good at singing anyways! I don't want to be in this band anymore. And I will get a restraining order if I have to!"

Murdoc stood, shocked and speechless. He'd finally pushed his singer too far. He sputtered out generic apologies, trying to quickly convince 2D not to leave. Murdoc might've started the band, but there wasn't gonna be one without a singer.

"Just give me my cut of the money and I'll be gone," 2D turned on his heel and stormed off.