My Hot Kiss Ass Singer. 2d X Murdoc

Broken bass/Proaloge part one

Hi so the start of this book is pretty vicious, but just trust me it gets better and less Murdoc + 2d = 💥  and will AND I PROMISE THAT it goes more into Murdoc + 2d = ✨ 

Also this chapter, don't think I'm romanticizing abuse that is not what this is. okay enjoy.. 😊 

There is two things you should know about murdoc.

One: He hates me.

Two: he's a fucking hot sex god, but... I will never admit that. Like jeez...

Anyway when I say he hates me, I mean he really, REALLY hates me. (Reasons why my desire gets shut down faster than Russel shuts down a game of chicken, or even when Russ shuts Murdoc down every time he balls his fist, either of the two.) in fact you probably can't even comprehend how much he hates me, because it's to complicated for everyone's minds, but what I can't tell ya I can show ya... so He hates me so much that he will do exactly this...

...

"Murdoc let me go!" I wailed, as he pushed me into the wall. I bet I'll have back pain when I'm older because of this...

I was crying like always, my eyes squeezing out tears faster than Murdoc can drain a stupid bottle of vodka. They ran down my face rapidly and dropped off my chin to splat on the floor.

Murdoc smacked me across the face, and I whimpered as his hand left my cheek, I felt like I was burning like fire, or maybe like a sloppy candle wax, I seriously don't know. Then before I could push him away, he put his fore arm up against my throat pinning me to the wall, and making me choke. I tried to pry it off, put you see the thing is when a guy with huge beautiful muscles is fighting me the guy with, NO muscles, the 'games' a little off balance.

"Let me go..." I whimpered, saying that line one last time, trying my best to avoid his almost emotionless eyes, that were piercing my skin like the tip of a knife.

He didn't let me go, just glared deep into my soul. His mismatched colored eyes sinking into me, like a zombies teeth would in one of my zombie movies.

"I am only going to say this one more time," Murdoc growled pressing his forearm against my throat, make me let out a wheezing cough like one of those dorks in cartoons, as he did so, "Where. Did. You. Put. My. Bass."

Murdoc had one bass he loved not the most but still almost as much as el dileblo, it was the red one, the one he bought at a music shop when he was 13 I think, his first bass he had ever played. And he looked kinda blissfully while playing it, which made me somewhat happy.

"I-I *cough* don't know!" I wheezed, squeezing my eyes shut, that was a lie, "I didn't take it!" That wasn't a lie. I remember it very clearly. I was in the living room when noodle had came in, holding Murdocs bass in her hands, I told her to put it back, but she didn't listen (like always), she said she wanted to learn so she could be better than murdoc, so I told her to ask him for lessons and to put it back, that time she listened and went to put it back, but she had tripped on a STUPID a floor board in this STUPID house Russ evacuated us to, and fell on top of it, breaking it's neck, I helped her hide it in the attic, and I made sure it looked like I took it so murdoc wouldn't yell at her. Even though I knew he wouldn't do anything more than yell at her, he would definitely do much worse to me...

"I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!" Murdoc screamed, gripping my hair and banging my head against the wall.

My head fell forward after the blow, it was pounding hard, and my vision was getting blurry, I could pretend to faint or something maybe that will get him to stop hitting me...

"WERE DID YOU PUT IT!" He yelled smacking my head into the cream colored wall again.

This time I felt so faint I actually slumped onto him, much to his surprise. My arms draped over his shoulders, and I let out a groan of pain, or maybe a groan of pleasure, I don't know, but I did like the feeling of his warm breath on my neck, that was nice.