Fallen Angel
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,557
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2
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I Can't Change the Past
Fallen Angel
Chapter 3: I Can’t Change the Past
By Mikomi Hatake
Murphy slowly opened his eyes, the warm sunlight shining on his face. He yawned as he rolled over to look out the window. The sun was shining, and there was not a cloud in the sky. He sat up in Connor’s bed and looked at his surroundings. His eyes scanned the room, and came to a stop at his empty bed.
“Where the fuck is she!?” He cried as he ran out of the bedroom, into the kitchen, sliding on his socks as he tried to stop. Connor was sitting at the table, a cup of fresh coffee in his hands.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, there is a lady in the damn room.” Cathy joked as she walked into the kitchen. Murphy watched as she took a seat next to Connor at the table.
“How are ye feeling?” Connor asked as he smiled at Cathy.
“Much better, I just had to change some of the bandages, and clean some of the wounds.”
Murphy walked over to her and pushed the back of her shirt up, she was startled, but she did not protest as he began to look at some of the scars and welts on her back. “Did he really do all this to ye?” She slowly nodded in response, as he traced his finger over a long, dark scar along her side. She flinched as he touched one of the newer bruises. Connor pulled away, and pulled her shirt back down. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t mean to, and I’m fine, really.” She missed his gentle touch on her skin.
“I didn’t want to hurt ye anymore than ye are.” Murphy turned to the coffee maker and poured himself a mug. “Ye don’t deserve to be hurt anymore.” Connor stood up and went to his brother, and placed his hand on his twin’s shoulder.
“Murph, she is fine, ye didn’t fuckin’ hurt her, right Cathy?”
“Right.” She replied. “I’m fine, really I am.” Murphy pushed past both Connor and Cathy and headed out to the living room. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, but he just gets like that sometimes.” Connor sighed. “I better go see if he is alright.”
“No, I’ll go.”
She stood at the doorway for a moment as she watched Murphy get comfortable on the sofa. She stepped towards him. “Please, tell me what I did wrong.”
“Ye should of fuckin’ left.” Cathy looked at him questioningly. “Ye should of left his house. He could have fuckin’ killed ye that night.”
Cathy looked down at her feet. “I know.”
“When I found out that ye were in that house I was fuckin’ scared.”
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
“I hate to see innocent people get hurt.”
“Murphy, look at me, I am fine.” It was because of him that she was not too badly hurt, but she could not get that through to him. “I’m not hurt because you were there to save me.” She looked him in the eyes. “You were not only a Saint, but my guardian angel that night. You saved me once from death, and you saved me from my father. Thank you.”
Murphy nodded as he placed his hand on Cathy’s face, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I don’t want to see ye hurting anymore, that’s why Connor and I chose him as our ‘job’.”
“How did you find out about him. How did you know he was abusive?”
“Paul Smecker told us.”
“The FBI agent?” Murphy nodded. Cathy had talked with Mr. Smecker one afternoon when she had left her fathers house. He had reported her as a missing person, and Smecker had found her at her favorite diner. He bought her lunch, and took her home. She had confided in him. She told him her story, and he had promised to keep it a secret. “That bastard.” She laughed. “He told me that was out little secret.”
“He told us that yer father was abusing ye, and that ye needed help.”
~*~ “I have a new job for you boys.” Smecker spoke to the twins over the phone.
“Is it the mafia?” Connor replied as Murphy tried to listen in on the conversation.
“No, this is worse than the mafia.”
“How so?”
“There is a young lady that I have recently met, and she needs a Saint to take care of her father.”
Murphy took the phone out of Connor’s hands. “Abuse?”
“Yes. But there is more. Its also a matter of control and freedom.” Abuse. That was the only word that Murphy needed to hear. He handed the phone back to Connor.
“Does she want him gone?” Connor asked.
“Yes.” ~*~
“I did need help, and you, Connor, and Smecker were the only ones to realize that. Thank you.”
“But why didn‘t ye leave him?”
She paused for a moment, before looking him in the eyes. “The past is behind us. There is now way to change it now, and there is no going back. I can not change the fact that I stayed with him, and I can’t change the fact that he hurt me.”
Chapter 3: I Can’t Change the Past
By Mikomi Hatake
Murphy slowly opened his eyes, the warm sunlight shining on his face. He yawned as he rolled over to look out the window. The sun was shining, and there was not a cloud in the sky. He sat up in Connor’s bed and looked at his surroundings. His eyes scanned the room, and came to a stop at his empty bed.
“Where the fuck is she!?” He cried as he ran out of the bedroom, into the kitchen, sliding on his socks as he tried to stop. Connor was sitting at the table, a cup of fresh coffee in his hands.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, there is a lady in the damn room.” Cathy joked as she walked into the kitchen. Murphy watched as she took a seat next to Connor at the table.
“How are ye feeling?” Connor asked as he smiled at Cathy.
“Much better, I just had to change some of the bandages, and clean some of the wounds.”
Murphy walked over to her and pushed the back of her shirt up, she was startled, but she did not protest as he began to look at some of the scars and welts on her back. “Did he really do all this to ye?” She slowly nodded in response, as he traced his finger over a long, dark scar along her side. She flinched as he touched one of the newer bruises. Connor pulled away, and pulled her shirt back down. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t mean to, and I’m fine, really.” She missed his gentle touch on her skin.
“I didn’t want to hurt ye anymore than ye are.” Murphy turned to the coffee maker and poured himself a mug. “Ye don’t deserve to be hurt anymore.” Connor stood up and went to his brother, and placed his hand on his twin’s shoulder.
“Murph, she is fine, ye didn’t fuckin’ hurt her, right Cathy?”
“Right.” She replied. “I’m fine, really I am.” Murphy pushed past both Connor and Cathy and headed out to the living room. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, but he just gets like that sometimes.” Connor sighed. “I better go see if he is alright.”
“No, I’ll go.”
She stood at the doorway for a moment as she watched Murphy get comfortable on the sofa. She stepped towards him. “Please, tell me what I did wrong.”
“Ye should of fuckin’ left.” Cathy looked at him questioningly. “Ye should of left his house. He could have fuckin’ killed ye that night.”
Cathy looked down at her feet. “I know.”
“When I found out that ye were in that house I was fuckin’ scared.”
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
“I hate to see innocent people get hurt.”
“Murphy, look at me, I am fine.” It was because of him that she was not too badly hurt, but she could not get that through to him. “I’m not hurt because you were there to save me.” She looked him in the eyes. “You were not only a Saint, but my guardian angel that night. You saved me once from death, and you saved me from my father. Thank you.”
Murphy nodded as he placed his hand on Cathy’s face, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I don’t want to see ye hurting anymore, that’s why Connor and I chose him as our ‘job’.”
“How did you find out about him. How did you know he was abusive?”
“Paul Smecker told us.”
“The FBI agent?” Murphy nodded. Cathy had talked with Mr. Smecker one afternoon when she had left her fathers house. He had reported her as a missing person, and Smecker had found her at her favorite diner. He bought her lunch, and took her home. She had confided in him. She told him her story, and he had promised to keep it a secret. “That bastard.” She laughed. “He told me that was out little secret.”
“He told us that yer father was abusing ye, and that ye needed help.”
~*~ “I have a new job for you boys.” Smecker spoke to the twins over the phone.
“Is it the mafia?” Connor replied as Murphy tried to listen in on the conversation.
“No, this is worse than the mafia.”
“How so?”
“There is a young lady that I have recently met, and she needs a Saint to take care of her father.”
Murphy took the phone out of Connor’s hands. “Abuse?”
“Yes. But there is more. Its also a matter of control and freedom.” Abuse. That was the only word that Murphy needed to hear. He handed the phone back to Connor.
“Does she want him gone?” Connor asked.
“Yes.” ~*~
“I did need help, and you, Connor, and Smecker were the only ones to realize that. Thank you.”
“But why didn‘t ye leave him?”
She paused for a moment, before looking him in the eyes. “The past is behind us. There is now way to change it now, and there is no going back. I can not change the fact that I stayed with him, and I can’t change the fact that he hurt me.”