"You okay?" "I'm fine, just a scratch. Mention this to anyone and I won't help you next time." He starts away and your vision was still shaking, making it seem like the boy was walking funny. "Murphy , wait!" He stops, huffing, and turns around. "Yes, Y/N?" You catch up to him with a small jog. "Didn't want to walk back alone." He nods and you two walk back to camp in silence. +++ Started: 2/10/18 Published: 3/14/18 Editing Finished: 7/26/18

The beginning of this story took place before the death of Murphy's parents and his arrest. This story is in the perspective of y/n (reader) and you're best friends with John Murphy. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS ALL RIGHTS GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS