Tortured Souls - Daredevil/Matt Murdock X OC

Chapter 2

Ciera slowly walked down the streets of Hell's Kitchen, as she made her way back to her apartment. Not having anything else planned for today she decided to just head home and wallow in her sorrows with a class of whiskey. That thought made her chuckle, who was she kidding, it wouldn't be a glass it would be the whole bottle. She didn't think of herself as an alcoholic but she couldn't deny the feeling of relief when she couldn't remember her problems. Sighing lighting to herself, she realized she may of a slight problem. But was she supposed to do, she left her friends somewhere in upstate New York, telling them that they were better off without her. Not having anyone to speak to for almost five years did cause the crazy in any person to come out.

Sparing a glance down to her phone she saw she had three missed calls from Lorian. Closing her eyes she locked her phone, before slipping it into her jacket pocket. They are safer without me. She walked by an alleyway when what sounded like a scuffle caught her attention. Stopping in her tracks she looked down the darkened alleyway seeing three men, two of them were fighting the third. Two against on, now that's just not fair. As she is about to take a step forward she saw one of the two go down by the dumpster as the second is thrown into the dumpster causing him to fall down as well. Leaving the third man standing against the wall - opposite of where the dumpster is located - breathing heavily as he held held his shoulder. She couldn't help her eyes as they wandered over his body, she had this feeling that she has seen him before. The black long sleeve shirt that clung to his person showing off his muscles and toned chest. The black cargo pants that hung off his hips where his kali fighting sticks are fastened to his pants leg by a band wrapping itself around his leg. And lastly, the iconic black mast obscuring the top half of his face, the slight stubble of a beard on his lower face seemed familiar; like she had seen it before. That's when it dawned on her, this is him! The guy in the newspaper, and she is staring right at him. Before she could say or do anything else he ran down the alleyway out of site. Narrowing her gaze she saw no point in trying to follow him as she turned from the alley way and continued down the sidewalk to her apartment building.

Walking into her apartment she placed her keys onto the same small dish just inside her door as she closed and locked her door. Sighing heavily she walk to her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of scotch from her cabinet aside of her fridge. Twisting the cap off she brought the bottle up to her lips and let the warm liquid flow down her throat. Taking the bottle away from her lips she exhaled an exasperated sigh as she walked over to her couch. Setting the bottle down on the coffee table she took out her phone before sitting on the soft cushions of her couch.

Gazing at her phone she saw she had another missed call from laurin and three voicemails. Heaving out another sigh she pressed the button and placed the phone to her ear where a mechanical voice greeted her.

You have three new messages. First new message.

Hi, Ciera, its Laurin. I guess you already know that. I'm calling because I'm worried about you. It's been almost five years and I haven't heard anything from you. I know you have your reasons why you are pushing us away but please, we - Laurin's voice was cut off by the sound of a faint beep.

Message deleted. Next message.

Ciera, please it's Laurin again. I know you think your keeping us safe, but we are safer together. Please just -

Message deleted. Last message

Okay, I can see your just ignoring me now. Just so you know, I'm not giving up on you and neither is Maggie. We-

Message deleted. No new messages. Good-bye.

Ciera slumped further into her seat on the couch. She felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was happy that her friends still tried to reach out to her, or if she felt upset at the fact they haven't moved on. Closing her eyes briefly she forced the tears away as she sat up, throwing her phone on the table and grabbing her bottle of scotch. It has to be this way. She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself, or if she was trying to justify her actions. Either way she felt horrible having treated her friends this way.