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Original poster: fishesinditches
Who: Tommy Murphy & Donovan Murphy (NPC)
When: Tuesday Night
What: Fight
Where: Bad neighborhood in Boston
Rating: R for violence and language
Tommy was not looking forward to confronting Donovan about whatever was going on with Holly. It was apparent in everything about him in that moment, the way he walked, body tight, fists clenched at his sides, the set of his jaw. It’d been a while now since he’d really had to get involved in this kind of situation. Long enough for him to fall out of practice, even if Tommy thought he never would. He hadn’t been in a physical fight since, something he didn’t really realize either. When he was growing up, fist fights and brawls were common place. They just happened. And that wasn’t all Donovan. But he’d grown up, they’d all grown up. Yet Donovan had only gotten worse, not better.
He wondered where Donovan had gotten the money to get himself out of jail the last time. It was only a few months ago, but when he’d gotten out he’d trashed Tommy’s place for not bailing him out. He’d had a sneaking suspicion at the time that Holly was involved, but he didn’t want to dwell on it. But it had been a while since he’d really needed to DO something about Donovan. A while since he’d had to worry about Holly or Chand’s life being on the line. That’s how far things had gone. To the point where he oldest brother was fucking risking their little brothers’ lives.
Sometimes Tommy is kind of glad Chandler is away from all of this shit. As much as he wants to think he could’ve protected him. That Chandler was smart enough to know how to say know, there was always something about Donovan… Tommy felt guilty for Chandler being so far away. Felt responsible, like he wasn’t a good enough brother that his littlest one had to run away. He hated that feeling. He didn’t blame Chand, not at all. He blamed himself and he blamed Donovan. He’d practically raised Chandler, after all.
Tommy knew who to call. Donovan’s sometimes girlfriend Kate gave him up as soon as he mentioned that he had the money Donovan said he’d needed. There were places Tommy never wanted to go and the area he was headed to was one of them, but he was lucky in the aspect that none one there would get involved in the argument.
It didn’t take long to find Donovan. Tommy’d done this enough times to be good at it by now. He ignored everyone else, focused in on his target, who was already swaying, drunk off his fucking ass and probably fucking high. He saw the charged reaction when Donovan’s eyes met his and he knew that Donovan was already expecting a fight. Hell, they both worth. Tommy had known that going in, but it was different to see that automatic reaction. It almost confirmed his suspicions.
“Tommy boy, come looking for some fun? Didn’t know you had it in you!” Donovan shouted out, slapping Tommy on the back. Tommy was sick of it. Sick of Donovan’s bullshit, sick of the banter. Sick of all the things that he’d put up with for so many years. Sick of the way Donovan took everything his brothers gave him and turned it sour and threw it back at them.
“Stop it” Tommy said voice solid and cold. “You know that’s not why I’m here.”
“How could I forget? Always going on about how much better you are than that, aren’t you Tommy? So much better than me, holier than though. As if you weren’t one of us. You’re a Murphy Tommy, were all the fucking same.”
Tommy clenched his jaw, resisted the urge to hit his brother. He’d tried so fucking hard to fix this. To help him. And this was always what he got in return. “I am not the same as you. I will never be you, Donovan. This isn’t what we were meant for. Why the fuck won’t you realize that?” he asked, voice almost pleading for once.
Donovan just drank down the rest of his beer and threw the bottle in the street. “Haven’t you learned nothing, Tommy?” he shouted. “You broke up our family, sent Chandler away from his brothers. Fuck off. You don’t know SHIT about me, Tommy.”
“Chandler left because of YOU!” Tommy shouted. “You were going to get him fucking KILLED. Whatever the fuck you are into now, you are dragging Holly down with you too. What the fuck is wrong with you? We are your brothers, Donovan. You are supposed to protect them!” he was screaming now, they were both inching into each others personal space. “I told you to keep them out of it. Whatever you are doing, keep Holly fucking out of it. He doesn’t need your shit. He’s cleaned up; he’s got a good life. Let him have it.”
“I ain’t never made them do nothing they didn’t want to do, Tommy. You’re just pissed off that you’re little brothers would rather listen to me than you. They needed to learn the way of the world and they did. So fuck off!” Donovan screamed back, giving Tommy a shove to emphasize his last point. “I will do what I damn well please. And Holly’s just doing me a favor. It’s not fucking big deal and you aren’t our fucking mother, so stay the fuck out of it.”
At the mention of their mother, Tommy lost it. He punched his older brother right in the jaw, hard enough that there was blood when the older Murphy raised his head and tackled him. The fight escalated, the two brothers battling for ground. He felt a gun tucked into the back of Donovan’s pants, and lost ground because of the shock for a moment before he managed to get it away from them. Tommy felt two of his fingers break and gave out a loud grunt, using his shoulder to leverage his brother off of him. He didn’t know how long they had been fighting by the time he succeeded. His body felt like a punching bag after he finally got Donovan off of him, at least three fingers were broken and his knee was beyond fucked up and he was spitting out blood. Donovan didn’t look much better. He backed up a bit, trying to scramble as much space between them as possible.
He looked up to find his brother waving the gun at him, screaming curses. Tommy felt his whole body go cold, that it had come to this point. Everything sort of slowed down, like they talk about in books, or that exaggerated special effect in movies. He just stared at Donovan not reacting for a moment before finally speaking up. “Fine. Do it” he said, voice cracking. “You want to shoot me, your own fucking brother, Donovan, then fucking DO IT!” his voice got louder, though it was still tight. “You’re trying to get Holly killed, you’ve practically gotten Chandler killed, why not finally finish one of us off!” he was screaming now. Donovan kept backing up as Tommy spoke, until they hand holding the gun dropped down so it was no longer pointed at Tommy.
“What Donovan? Don’t have the fucking balls to kill your brother yourself?” he asked, wondering if he had a fucking death wish. Donovan raised the gun again then shook his head. “Fuck you, Tommy” he yelled, spitting out blood of his own.
Tommy just shook his head, though it hurt to do it. “Stay the fuck away from Holly, Donovan” he said, voice cold. And with that, he turned his back on his older brother and limped away, knowing he'd lost a lot of blood, not sure how long he could walk or exactly how bad his injuries were. He didn’t know how long it took him, but he ended up at Noah’s door, almost falling on his best friend when he let him in.