This Love, This Hate (DM x TP) COMPLETE

Chapter Fourteen

Danny

"Okay, bye Sugar! I love you too! I hope you sleep well! I'll see you in the morning!" Aron coos, before I hear the click of him hanging up.

I sigh, he's been on tour for a month with 9Lives. I miss him like fucking crazy. My dog, Luis jumps in my bed with me and starts licking my face. I let a few tears fall, deciding to go through the fanmail that the guys dropped off for me earlier. It wasn't much, just a small stack, maybe fifty letters. Most of my fanmail is just short little notes from fangirls. I open up the first letter, not even bothering to look at who it was from.

Danny,

I love your music so much! I also am so happy that you are dating Aron! You guys are so cute together! I hope you get this, I've been a huge fan for awhile now, I was a fan of you when you were in Lorene Drive and I saw you on American Idol. You should've won, I quit watching after you left. Anyways, bye!

I smile, even though I miss my boyfriend, it made me happy to read fanmail. Sure, you get some hate, that's inevitable when you're famous. You can't make everybody like you, and I'm perfectly fine with that, just because the Undead Soldiers are the best fans I ever could have. They would lay their life down for me, or anybody else in Hollywood Undead, and that is special. Not many fanbases are as dedicated and loving as the Undead Army, so I'm proud to call them my fans. I love each and every one of my soldiers. Setting the letter aside, I open the next one. It was pretty much the same thing, so I moved on after quickly skimming through it.

After about half the pile, all of them were practically the same as every other letter I got. I pick up a black envelope, okay that's different. Sure, there's been different colored envelopes before, usually red or gold, but black? I was kind of hesitant to open it, but I took a deep breath and ripped the top off it. Carefully, I unfold the letter.

Reject,

You're such a fucking faggot! And you're with Deuce? Well he's a fucking faggot too! Why don't you do yourself, and the rest of your band of faggots a favor and slit your wrists. You're worthless and HU only let you in the band because they were desperate for a new fuckboy. They were actually good until you and your shitty voice came along. No wonder your wife fucking left you! Does your precious little Scarlett know her daddy likes a fat cock in his ass? Or how about a big thick dick down your throat? Answer me this, if you couldn't even make it on American Idol, or with your first band Lorene Drive, who in the hell told you that you could make it in Hollywood Undead?

-Kill yourself fag

I drop the letter, noticing there were tears flowing down my face in a salty river. Luis licks them away, sticking his tongue in my nose, making me laugh.

"Louie!" I giggle, pulling him into my arms as he continues to lick my face.

"Ruff!"

"Yeah, I shouldn't let one hate letter get me upset." I tell him and he snuggles into my lap.

My phone buzzes, and I pick it up. I look at the notification, signaling that Jorel had texted me asking if I wanted to come hang out with the rest of the guys. Apparently, Arrowbella and Jewel went to a party and the rest of the guys were hanging out at Dylan and Matt's place. I shrug, why not? So I type out a reply, saying of course I wanted to hang out. I get out of my bed, looking down at my casual clothes. It consisted of a pair of Aron's shorts and one of his 9Lives shirts.

"I look fine, Louie you want to come with?" I ask the bulldog and he barks at me in response.

"Alright, I leave you here boy." With that, I grab my phone and walk through my house, exiting through the front door.

Datty, as the fangirls call them, lives a few blocks from my house, so walking wasn't that big of a deal. I put my headphones in, hitting shuffle on my iTunes. The familiar beat of some electronic song Arrowbella showed me, fuck I can't even remember the name, something about MonsterCat and remix, starts to play. I hum along with it, actually enjoying it. Soon, it was over and another song starts to play, which I immediately recognized. How could I not? It was This Love, This Hate by Hollywood Undead! I quietly sing the lyrics, smiling as I heard my boyfriend's beautiful voice.

I had reached my destination, after trekking the many miles through ridiculously bipolar weather conditions, slaying dragons in my wake and fighting vicious sabre cats, shouting my enemies to pieces and getting mad at Lydia for being a sarcastic bitch, I finally could complete my quest: hanging out with my milk-drinking companions. I laugh at how much of a dork I sounded like, but Skyrim seriously is the best fucking game, Arry showed me it and I can't stop doing these damn inner monologues! I walk inside, immediately smelling weed, I guess the homie Funny Man has already started his fun for the night.

"The Golden Beast has arrived!" I shout, pulling out my headphones and pocketing my phone.

"King Kong is already here!" I hear Dylan shout back.

"The Phantom is in the building!" Matt screams, doing what he usually does in our songs.

"The Server is as well!" George calls out.

"Charles P. Scene is here, and the bitches all know." Charlie laughs, winking cheekily.

"Um, I never had a cool nickname... I'm just J-Dog..." Jorel says awkwardly.

Everybody looks over at him, then we start laughing. He's always been the awkward little puppy in the group. I sit down next to him, slinging an arm over his shoulders. Charlie passes me a beer, which I gladly accept. Dylan happily sat in Matt's lap, smoking a blunt. George was laying on the couch, his feet in J's lap. Jordon was sitting on the floor next to my leg.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" I ask and Dylan gets a huge smile on his face.

"The girls are gone for awhile, so why don't we go do some craaazy shit!" He laughs, inhaling deeply on the blunt.

"Such as?" Jordon continues.

"Let's go to Wal-Mart, and like, do some crazy shit!" Dyl exclaims, making everybody groan.

"When he passes out I'm putting him in our bed and we are going to go out and do something, anything, but what my lifemate is suggesting." Matt groans and we all chuckle.

"Why don't we go to the park and just chill?" Jorel offers.

"I'm sold." Was all Matthew said.

"What should we bring with? What if we went and got food then go to the park?" Charlie continues.

"What kind of food?" We heard a female voice ask as the front door closes.

We all look to the door, seeing Arry. She looked like hell. Her dress was all dirty, her makeup was smeared all over her face, her hair was a total mess. I could tell something had happened, but I wasn't sure what had happened. But where was Jewel? Was my only question.

"Belly, what happened?" Dylan asks, sobering up quickly.

"They only invited Jewel and I so they could make fun of us and beat us up because our parents are a bunch of faggots and it's apparently not okay that we both have two dads." She sniffles, making her other dad get up and rush over to her.

"Oh honey! It's okay baby girl! Dad's here!" He pulls her into a tight hug, and she proceeds to fully breakdown.

After ten minutes, she was finally calmed down. Matt still held her up, since her legs were shaking so badly. Jorel and George were looking at each other in worry, I knew exactly what they were thinking. Where is our baby girl? They look over at Arrowbella, wanting answers.

"Jewel is at your house, Uncle George. I dropped her off there and told her I would get help. She got hurt worse than I did, but I fought back! I made sure they knew not to fuck with us!" She exclaims.

"That's my girl." Dyl says proudly.

George and Jorel get up, leaving to go check on their adoptive child. I take this as my cue to leave, as does Charlie. So much for hanging out... I'll just go home and watch TV until I pass out then.