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writersmilex · 8 months

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Sour Connection

Murphy Pendelton X Fem | Reader

Summary: (Y/n) still continues to show herself in his life and he can’t understand why. Why doesn’t she leave him like everyone else has? Even when he is directly faced with the consequences of his misdeeds. (A/n): This story can be seen as a continuation of Bitter Revenge, but it’s not directly that.

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“You’ve got a visitor, Pendleton.” Officer Coleridge appears at the bars of his cell. Murphy’s eyes drop from the drawing on the corkboard and meet the Officer’s hopeful gaze. A visitor, that could only be one person… Without another word, Murphy stands up with a huff and reaches his hands out the open space in between the bars to get cuffed by the officer.

“You still have contact with someone?” The officer starts to make small talk with the prisoner. Murphy snorts, (Y/n) is still as stubborn as she used to be and is still trying to reach him. “Childhood friend…” Murphy replies to the officer, “She… won’t let go, never has.” Coleridge grins at the prisoner’s reply. “That means you mean something to her. She cares for you, and you should cherish that.” He smiles as the two reach the visitation ward. Once the two entered the ward, there was a separate space for each visit, Coleridge wordlessly directed Murphy to one space. Murphy swallows nervously, ready for a scolding from his friend. He doesn’t look at the other side of the wired glass until he sits down. Looking up, he finally looks up and makes eye contact with the only person willing to see him from outside, (Y/n). Her gaze is less scolding than he has assumed, but still stern. She looks more disappointed than mad or hateful. Her movement is smooth as she picks up the receiver from her side, moving it to her face without breaking eye contact. Murphy mirrors her movements, bringing the receiver from his side to his ear. “(Y/n)?” He calls her name quietly, but despite her facial expressions, he still prepares himself for a scolding.

"What have you done, Murphy?" She asks, desperate to understand his situation.

Murphy's feeling of nervousness sinks away, replaced with determination.

"What I have. to do…" His answer is cryptic, keeping his motives vague for both her and the officers monitoring him.

"No, you don't." (Y/n)'s gaze turns sorrowful, causing him to feel a pinch of hurt in his tormented heart. He is sure she is smart enough to come to the conclusion of his plans on her own, she knows everything that happened that led to this.

"Yes, I do." He argues, that his desire for revenge is greater. "He has to pay. People like him don't deserve to be coddled by prisons." he tries to reason, but by the look on her face, she doesn't seem to budge.

She lets out a deep disappointed sigh, "I kept your space on my sofa, you know." (Y/n) confesses to missing him. "I'm not giving up on you, Murphy…Please reconsider. I'll be waiting for you." She says, placing her hand on the glass. Murphy hesitates but returns the gesture, touched by her words.

"Time's up." An officer calls and the two are separated again. ~~~~ As she promised, (Y/n) didn’t give up on him. Showing up for visitation every week, and sometimes two days a week. And she even got gifts for him on his birthdays! For three whole years, this kept up. Murphy was sure that one day (Y/n) would eventually grow tired of waiting for him. That she'd just stop showing up and abandon him, but she didn't…

But she never left him throughout their history. Minimizing contact was his idea when he got married. She was never happy about that. But losing a few friends when getting engaged is a normal occurrence.

But now, she is almost all he has left. And he is growing paranoid. Murphy’s thoughts are scattered, unsure if what he is doing is the right thing. On one hand, he wants to get his revenge on the man who took his son’s life and subsequently his as well. And on the other, he wants to stay with (Y/n)... or at least to be able to go back to her and then stay with her. And in his wildest fantasies, maybe start over… Murphy opened up to Coleridge about the “mysterious lady-friend” as Coleridge puts it. He described her as a “long-time friend who has been there for him through thick and thin. And she is not letting him go, even now.” Officer Coleridge seemed pleased to hear this. “That friend of yours, (Y/n). You shouldn’t keep her waiting for any longer than necessary, right?” Coleridge speaks up while escorting Murphy to his cell. Murphy’s gaze remains downcast, he slightly regrets telling him (Y/n)’s name and now he won’t stop talking about her resulting in Murphy being unable to stop thinking about her.

“Such forgiving people as her are rare to come by. If you find one, you should keep them close.” Frank wisely states, Murphy cringes inside. He is drowning in conflicted thoughts and desires. ~~~~ Murphy has a journal in his cell to write down his thoughts, having your freedom taken away really does something to a person, and certainly when you have such a difficult situation as Murphy has. Every night just before lights out, he’d jot down his thoughts to keep them organized. Murphy eventually decides to go through with what he has planned from the start. Accepting Officer Sewell’s offer for help and getting to Napier, he is going to get what is coming to him for sure. He can’t help but wonder what (Y/n) would think of it. She understands why, but doesn’t know how, and not when either. She made a promise to him, would she live up to it? Surely, she is not one to break promises, even if it involves Murphy’s revenge fantasy coming to life.

Taking a seat at the side of his cot, Murphy pulls the dusty journal from under his pillow, along with a pen. Opening to an empty page to put his mind on paper for all to see. Dear, (Y/n) I’m still surprised that you’re around. You are really not letting go of me, are you? Typical (Y/n). Even when we worked at the cinema as rowdy teens you stood up for me even if it meant getting punished unjustly. And I admire you for that, how forgiving you are.

Would you still forgive me for what I’m about to do? I cannot rest until that monster gets what he deserves. I can't lose you either, you're all I have left, (Y/n). Please don't leave me…

Murphy's writing comes to a halt when a droplet falls on the paper, smudging the ink. He leans forward and rubs his face and lets out a heavy sigh. Emotions running high.

He can only ponder what is coming to bite him in the end, even if he can't go unpunished for the misdeeds that are yet to be committed.

~~3 weeks later~~

“What do you mean transferred?” (Y/n) asks the desk sergeant in astonishment. The officer lazily pushes his glasses up his crooked nose, “I’m sorry ma’am… But due to alternative events, the prisoner under the name, Murphy Pendleton is being transferred to a maximum security prison." He explains with boredom evident in his voice.

(Y/n) is desperate for more answers on what is happening to her friend. "Was there a riot or something?" She questions with her voice raised. She really doesn’t wish to make a scene, she wants to know what is becoming of her friend. "I'm afraid that's classified for you ma'am." The sergeant replies in the same monotone voice, only frustrating (Y/n) more. Surely, she is not the first to react like this if his reactions are so minimal.

To refrain from screaming, (Y/n) takes deep calming breaths and rubs her eyes. "Can you at least tell me where he is being transferred to? I'm his emergency contact." She asks with a much more controlled attitude.

The Sergeant's shoulders drop, finally relenting. "Fine, he and a group of inmates are being transferred to Wayside Maximum Security Penitentiary." He replies slowly. His eyes ghosted over the screen of his monitor. (Y/n) sighs, triumphant in her answer. Then (Y/n) doesn’t waste any more time, thanks the desk sergeant and leaves the premises to her car. In her car she takes a few deep breaths, Her friend is going to a maximum security prison, meaning that she can't visit him any more than she wants to. (Y/n) has to do her best not to cry, She has been trying so hard for Murphy, to be there for him as much as she can. But it’s getting difficult to do so the longer she is apart from him, separated by steel bars.

She leans her head against the back of the car seat, closing her eyes to calm down. She made a promise to him, and he’d be all alone if she left him now, and that is the last thing she’d wish upon him. No matter how hard it gets. Leaning forward again, (Y/n) turns on her GPS and types in the name of the penitentiary to make sure she knows where it is, then she can fill out the paperwork regarding being Murphy’s emergency contact. Hopefully, it is not too far from the previous prison. Whilst driving towards her desired location, (Y/n) can feel her mind reeling with unanswered questions and mysteries. What on earth happened in that prison that required Murphy to be transferred to Maximum Security? The desk sergeant did say anything, so her best assumption is that Murphy got involved in something, which doesn’t surprise her much with him being high on the desire for revenge, she had feared this all along. (Y/n) becomes a little distracted while thinking hard, not very safe if you’re driving in this growing fog. Just in time (Y/n) spots the large crevice that completely cuts off the road. startled by the road suddenly missing, she swirls her car off the road into the ditch, the vehicle tumbling down the hill and finally coming to a stop at its side at the bottom. ________________________________________ That’s quite a cliffhanger, isn’t it? The ending is terribly rushed, I know. But I think it highlights the separation between Murphy and the Reader's Character.Thank you for reading.-Smilex

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