Metanoia ( 2doc )

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AN // Went back and changed a few things, not that anyone is reading this aknfasbas

M u r d o c ' s  P O V

Stuart had fallen asleep on Murdoc's shoulder outside the party, and he tried asking Noodle and Russel for his address but they insisted on taking him home themselves. Which provoked Murdoc. Considering he wanted to make a good impression on Stuart's friends, he didn't bother getting heated and arguing. 

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Murdoc was lying on his bed, Sunday 'morning'. His head was pulsating with a headache from his hangover. He groaned, rolling over towards his nightstand to grab some painkillers. He swallowed them dry, lying back down on the bed.

He jumped at the sound of something being thrown downstairs, trying to remember if he locked his door or not. Shite, he's in a mood again.

He quietly sat up in bed, gaze fixed on the door. It was ironic, how Murdoc always portrayed himself as the bad guy, a guy you didn't want to fuck with. But when at home he couldn't even stand up for himself, knowing that would send him to the ER or the morgue.

He waited five minutes before daring to move again, luckily it seemed his dad had calmed down. Though he knew that if he went downstairs, he would probably take it out on Murdoc. 

A low chime could be heard from somewhere in the room, Murdoc got out of the bed as quietly as he could, searching for his phone. He finally found it under some clothes on the floor, next to the door.

Stuart 12:43 pm

how did i gt home? whr did u go?

Murdoc didn't notice how he began smiling at his phone, seeing all of Stuart's typos, betting that most of them weren't intentional. Yeah, that seems more like him.

Murdoc 12:43

ur friends took u, u fell asleep

Stuart 12:44

u jus left me?? rude

Murdoc rolled his eyes, even though he loved that it seemed like Stuart was starting to cling to him again after such a short time. 

"Alphonce!" He heard a growl from downstairs, feeling himself begin to panic. His dad only used that ugly, god-awful name when he was truly furious. Murdoc quickly threw on the first clothes he could find, running over to his window, peeking his head out. 

Last time he jumped down, he sprained his ankle. His heart started racing more rapidly, he didn't have much time to get out before his dad would come and knock his door down, so without giving it much thought, he jumped. On impact, he felt a sharp pain to his left wrist. Whispering swears to himself, he didn't know how bad it was due to the adrenalin probably numbing it slightly, he quickly got up and began running down the street.

He didn't stop running for about ten minutes, he knew his dad probably wouldn't chase him, but he did so instinctively. He stopped at a bus stop, grabbing onto the frame of the bench as he tried catching his breath. And old lady was sitting on the other end, giving him a disapproving look of disgust.