In Too Deep (A Boondocks Saint Fan Fic)

Wrong Side of Heaven

Abby leaned up against the bathroom sink, her hands braced with her fingers spread on the cold counter top. Her fingers curled for a moment as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The last hour or so since they had gotten back to the house had been spent with Connor and Murphy yelling, swearing and cursing. It was general yelling and cursing, deep voices swearing in multiple languages as she cleaned out Connors wound that quickly graduated into yelling at her for her presence at the hit.

She had rolled her eyes and basically kept her mouth shut as the twins took out their frustration Connor flailed like a five-year-old in the chair, hissing when she touched the rag with alcohol to his leg while Murphy paced behind her, rubbing the back of his head and pulling at the dark locks of hair.

"What did we tell you!?" Murphy had yelled.

"We told ya to stay fucking here!" Connor answered for him, hissing as the rag was pressed hard into his leg where she had torn the pant leg open for excess.

"I'm not helpless!" She'd snapped back.

"Isn't a matter of being helpless!" Murphy had bellowed back. "Ya know what they would have done to ya if they caught ya!?"

"Oh stop being such a drama queen!" Romeo had told him.

"Ya keep your fucking mouth shut Rome!" Connor snapped his fingers at him before hissing and cursing out as she pressed harder on the wound to distract him from the other man.

Abby shook her head and opened her eyes, still not looking up. She had killed someone. It wasn't like she didn't know that was what was going to happen. She had known before she met them. They had been gun training her. That wasn't just for show. It was so she could defend herself and do what she had set out to. Still, the reality of it hadn't sunk in until the adrenaline had worn down and she was alone to think about it.

Turning her blue eyes up to the mirror, catching the dark figure standing in the mirror. "Don't Murphy." She said solidly.

"Don't what?" Murphy murmured crossing his arms over his broad chest and leaning with his shoulder against the door frame. "Worry? Give a damn?"

"This isn't about you giving a damn." Abby said, turning to face him with her arms behind her on the counter. "This is about you guys being stupid."

Murphy felt his eyes narrow and his gut turn from the churning of worry to one of complete anger. "We made it long before you lass." He snapped at her, voice hard and proud.

"And you landed your ass in jail!" Abby hissed back, her shoulders working with building tension. "And I'm here now!"

The words left his lips before he could stop them. "But you shouldn't be!" He yelled. He shouldn't have asked her to get into that car with him. Smecker shouldn't have stalked her and then manipulated her into helping...regardless of if she wanted to or not. Abby stared at him in surprise for a moment. "It's dangerous! It's mind numbing! It's bloody!"

"I. Don't. Care." Abby said slowly.

"I do!" Murphy yelled pushing himself from the wall and stepping into the bathroom, his fists flexing before he reached out and grabbed her arms, shaking her slightly. "Do you understand what could happen to you!? What people like that will do to someone like you? They're not going to turn you in. They're not going to go to the cops! You'll be lucky if they kill you."

Abby pulled from his hands though he wasn't holding tight, taking a step back her back hitting the counter. "I'm not weak Murphy."

Murphy gritted his teeth. "You want to be like Rocco or Greenly? Doesn't matter how not weak you are to get shot. And I'm not going to have your blood on my hands!"