Hard to Explain [{(Paudoc/Piccals)}]

Please Don't Go...

       Paula felt every second of falling in the mud. The wet dirt covering her body as she was forced down by a light push from the American. Russell stormed off with a slight huff of breath. That left her with 2D. He stared down at her looking in not any form of expression. Just white and pink eyes and tear stained cheeks from her former childhood friend, now former lover. The gaze didn't seem to ever break. Rather it held.

       Then he vanished. She would've heard his soft cries had it not been the razor wire-like rain. It stung. It chilled her as she couldn't be bothered to move her legs. Most women would've barged down the door just to get their things. Paula was not at all like any other form of woman. She was just....Paula Louise Cracker, skanky boyfriend cheater extrordanaire and now she was without either lover. With only herself to blame for the misfortune she put Stuart through.

       The door creaked open as she managed to see what was in front of her. Or who rather. He was still shirtless from their last encounter, badly bruised. Because of her. "Yew here to tell me off too?!"
She didn't mean to necessarily snap. Paula knew the rain was loud and on top of that she was crying and struggling with speech. He didn't move but he looked down at her. She could not even see his face through the blurring area, just the hand that reached out to her.

Like an idiot she took it.

       He sped off trying not to rouse attention. Around the corner and into the parking lot, running up the slanted roads to reach near the top where the old Winney laid beside the Geep. Paula closed the door silently behind her as Murdoc was having his back turned on her in the bathroom in front of her. He was searching for something as it seemed. Desperately in search of anything he could in that bathroom. He opened drawers and cabinets in a frantic manner with just his back towards Paula. "What're yew...?..."

He turned.

       His face was a bloody disaster. He had a black eye and his nose was definitely broken. A opening in his skin just above the eyebrow trickled blood down the side of his face. His nose bled down a smile of attempted but failed comfort. Some blood even drizzled into his teeth, weaving in and out of their jagged edges and rolling out down his jaw. Paula broke down and sobbed once again. She fucking destroyed him. Why did it have to be him?

       Murdoc I.... "This is my fault," she whispered between gut wrenching sobs. Murdoc shushed her as he touched her hair. "You should not worry. I'll be okay, but you need to be cleaned up," She saw herself as truly a mess. Her hair was a a disaster and her clothes were somewhat torn. Her cheeks had been stained with running mascara down her tear stained cheeks. She was muddy as all hell. Murdoc wasn't too perfect looking either. They looked like disasters, and that was just them.

Two perfect disasters.

       "Yew may need stitches for that cut..." She said. He smiled with a closed mouth. "Yknow I think if were going to the e.r. I would want you to at least be cleaned," Paula managed to force a nod. "I have nothing to wear, all my clothes are back inside..." Murdoc gave a smaller smile through hooded eyes. "Wear some of mine. I'll pretend to throw em out tomorrow and you'll get them back," Paula paused in the doorway to the bathroom. "Pretend to-" she sniffled. "-...throw them away?" He nodded. "Can't have us be found out again can we...?" Paula looked up. "...again?"

"Yes, Paula. Only if you want that too,"

       She was lost in thought for sure. Again? After what happened? She couldn't really be stupid enough to put him through further misery could she...? "I'll be okay with that." What the fuck??? Why did I say that?! This asshole is gonna publicly humiliate me and Satan knows what for keeping our love secret? I couldn't be in public after he would slam me in such a way could I?!

       Maybe it was that stupid smile that fooled her like always. He really did look like a beaten up kid. She knew because she saw Stuart after his school bully trashed him to hell. She learned how to fix a stitch up or two back in the day. Now she was going to have to help the man he cheated with behind his back. Or the way he saw it, she was going to help the man that she loved. The emotions there were a little mixed to say the least.

        But true enough she did in fact love him by every definition. Paula sighed and walked in to the bathroom and began to run the bath. Murdoc began to dress his wounds. He wiped the blood off, he took a pain killer, he only needed to be sewn back in one piece and he'd be done. He changed out of his bloody clothes and threw the stained grey and red fabrics away. A bandage here, a little blood cleanup there, that was all it took. He looked at the bathroom door and sighed. Murdoc hesitantly turned the nob with the soft click of the door.

       Paula had long rinsed off in the shower. She cleaned off the tub and now laid surrounded by bubbles. It was something she felt she owed herself at least. Or perhaps not for what she had done. A click interrupted her thoughts as she saw Murdoc in the door way he closed the lid of the toilet and removed his shirt, it was obvious he was here to join her. He stripped down as she had moved so not to see a peak at his terrifying pimple filled posterior. He laid down and spread his legs to make room for Paula to snuggle in. She crawled up and kissed him like she did hours prior.

And this time, no one was going to interrupt this.