Isn't it incredible how quickly things can change? One moment your life is normal, it's average and then one domino is knocked over causing the whole line of them to fall to the ground.

2D stared ahead at the wall; his legs were pulled up against him, the black silk robe pulled tightly around his too thin body. He hadn't eaten for days now, he felt so sick, sore, and hopeless. He counted the spider webs on the gray concrete wall; he watched the brown spiders spinning their webs. Everything had changed, how long ago had it all changed? He wanted to cry, but he couldn't force himself, not anymore; his tears had dried up months ago. So many nights of crying, so much pain, and fear; he wasn't sure if there was any fear left inside of him anymore, they had ripped it from him.

Five months….Maybe it had been five months ago when everything changed. Maybe if he just closed his eyes and thought back, back to when he had been free and had such pathetic little problems…Then maybe he could remember how long he'd been inside this Hell, how long he had felt this fear.

Five Months Ago….

This wasn't the relationship he had wanted exactly, but it was great.

"I want you." Murdoc whispered against his ear as he tugged on the younger man's spiked blue hair.

2D moaned softly, his fingertips digging into the older man's shoulders; he wrapped a leg around his back pulling him down closer. Sharpened teeth scraped against his neck, a pointed tongue darting along his skin. He closed his eyes tightly bucking his hips up against the older man.

No this wasn't what he had dreamed of for those years he had wanted him. This wasn't what he had dreamt of all of the times he thought about being with Murdoc, but this was something, and it was nice.

Another moan escaped his lips as the older man grabbed hold of his ass pulling him up against him. Murdoc's lips found their way back to his, he kissed him roughly, his tongue invading the inside of his mouth while his right hand was going down the back of his pants his nails scratching at his skin.

He had never pictured them dating in secret; only having sex when they knew there was no chance of being caught. Never thought they would only hold hands when nobody was looking their way, going on dates in the crappiest parts of England where nobody knew who they were. It wasn't what he had dreamt of, but it was enough.

2D broke from the kiss; he gently trailed his fingertips along the older man's cheek, he looked up into his mismatched eyes. He loved him…..Did he love him too?

"I love you Murdoc."

The words were out before he could change them or rethink it. He noticed the change in those ever watchful eyes, noticed how the green skinned man's body tensed. How he quickly pulled away from his embrace; he noticed how within just a mere ten seconds he was no longer on the bed but on the liquor stained carpet.

"Out"

2D looked up at him, confused.

"What?"

Murdoc got up off of the bed; he grabbed 2D by the arm roughly hauling him onto his feet. He shoved the blue haired man towards the front door of the Winnebago.

"I said get out, get the fuck out."

The younger man jerked his arm away.

"Why, what did I do wrong?"

"You said that, why did you fucking say that?"

That….So he was going to do this; treat the word love like it was something vial and disgusting.

"That I love you; I thought….I thought that you loved me."

He felt hurt, he felt like a dog that had been kicked in the stomach; scratch that, he was a dog. He was Murdoc's dog always willing to be kicked and hit whenever the mood struck.

"W-well you thought wrong, now….Just get the fuck outta here, I don't want to see you again."

Murdoc pushed open the screen door and shoved the taller man out into the car lot. 2D tried to keep his balance, but ended up falling on his face. He could feel those burning eyes on him for just a single second before the door was slammed shut.

He lay there for a little while, maybe hoping that Murdoc would change his mind. That he would come outside, grab him up in his arms, and apologize for treating him this way. It never happened, not entirely surprising; he had been dumb enough to tell him that he was in love with him.

2D got up off of the ground and went to his room; he only stayed in there long enough to grab a clean t-shirt; after that he was out. He didn't even bother calling for a taxi or taking one of the numerous cars in the lot, he just walked. He walked from Kong all the way into town; it didn't even bother him that after two hours of walking his feet were beginning to ache. He didn't care that he was cold and not entirely sure where he even was at this point; he just wanted away from Kong, he wanted away from him.

A part of him knew that Murdoc loved him; he couldn't believe otherwise. The way that he always treated him ever since this began; yeah he still beat on him, insulted him, but that was only in front of their band mates and the general public. In front of people that he didn't want to know that they were dating, but in secret he would bandage up his wounds, tell him he was sorry, and ask him if he was really hurt. In the dark everything was sweet and caring, it was great; he knew that Murdoc loved him, but….He knew better than to tell him; he hadn't meant to tell him that he was in love with him…..He had fucked up and now he lost the best relationship he'd ever had because of one stupid mistake.

2D was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed something strange; he'd noticed it a bit ago, but now it was making him feel odd. There was this very expensive looking gray coloured car with black tinted windows following him. There were barely any other cars going up and down the street, the approaching storms had chased most people inside, but this car was here and it had been following him for nearly seven minutes now. He turned his head and looked at it, whoever was driving must have realized he noticed they were following him because they sped up, but then came to a complete stop just a few feet away. Stupid curiosity got the best of him; it was a life long downfall of himself.

He cautiously approached the now stopped car; part of him even hoped that it could be Murdoc wanting to apologize for being such a filthy bastard, but that was stupid and very wrong. It would have been great if it had been right though, he would give anything for that.

He approached the car leaning down to try and get a good look inside of it. He never even had the appropriate time to react; the back passenger door opened and an arm went around his waist then a hand was over his mouth muffling his screams. He began kicking and hitting, but a sharp blow came down onto the back of his head immediately knocking him unconscious.