Chapter 5- Danny

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As soon as I walked inside George stormed past me, slamming the door shut behind him. I had stopped by some fast food place after I had met with Arina so it had been about fifteen minutes or so.

"What's his problem?" I said in a hushed undertone. Charlie shrugged.

"Dunno. Probably nothing to worry about." He turned back toward the fridge, grabbing a beer.

"Okay...." I followed him to the couch.

"George just has a short temper." Jordon crossed his legs, and I bit my lip.

"Sure. Is it something about Deuce?"

"I said I don't know. Maybe, maybe not."

"Tell me the truth." I leaned forward, placing my hands on my lap.

"Honestly, Danny, I have no idea...Just drop it."

"Fine." Jordon's eyes flickered to mine for a second. "Hey, why are the pictures in my closet there? I mean, shouldn't Deuce have taken them? Unless he knew that someone would take his place..." Charlie looked away, I could tell he was hiding something.

"Jordon....You didn't.....tell him....he was getting replaced...did you?"

"George did." His voice was full of anger. "I had nothing to do with it."

[Sometime Last Week]

"Fuck you, y'know...I'm glad we're replacing you..."

"What?"

"That's right. Your stupid lazy ass is out of the band."

"George that's-"

I never called him George.

"Too bad. You've done nothing for us."

I've done everything for you.

"You're....You're drunk George. You don't mean this."

"Oh sure as hell I do."

"No....you can't do this..."

"Wanna bet?"

No.

Please.

Stop!

Just stop!

"George...."

"Shut up and get to your room before anyone notices..."

"I-"

"Just fucking be quiet!"

I'll make you pay, Johnny.

You will pay.

I jumped, feeling a jolt of electricity run through my veins. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold onto that memory as long as possible.

Something had forced it's way into my brain and made me feel all that pain, anger, and fear.

Aron's pain, anger, and fear.

"Danny? Are you okay?"

I looked up, seeing Jordon staring at me, his face plastered with worry.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine...Just a little headache is all..."

"If you need pain pills we have a whole bunch."

"I- yeah, that would be great...Where are they at..?"

Jordon grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "You go rest. I'll get them."

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