I'm In Love Again

Social War

*Chris's POV*

  I heard Sin's phone get a notification, so I looked over while the screen was lit, and saw that she had another Facebook message. People have just gotten worse, attacking the whole band and all our girls, and our children now too.

  I grabbed her phone off the nightstand, careful to not wake Sin, and typed in her password, 1201, for our anniversary. I opened the Facebook message and read through it.

u r such a dumb whore u beat ur kids n ur probably cheating on Chris w/ the rest of MIW kill urself ur so stupid

  I couldn't believe how idiotic and ignorant people like this one could be. Sin isn't even attracted to anyone else in the band, nor are they attracted to her, though the guys all agree she's beautiful.

  But then, they say that about Jealousy, Kylie, Ryan Ashley, and whoever else any of them date.

  I decided to message the person back.

hey its Chris, u need to grow up and leave my wife alone. u kno absolutely nothing about her, what goes on in the band, or in our house. and dont u dare evr call urself a fan of mine bc no fan of mine will judge or put someone else down for something, especially something that isnt true, so u can go fuck urself. leave us all alone.

  I then went to the person's profile and blocked them, that way they couldn't talk to Sin anymore, and then deleted the message. Sin has had a hard enough time with all of this, I would rather prevent her seeing as much as I can.

  Jealousy, of course, has been pretty funny about the whole thing, posting about how stupid all of this is, and publicly making fun of the majority of the hate she gets.

  Something I've been taking solace in is that the girls and Azarius have no idea about any of it. I'm pissed enough they go after the rest of us, if they went after the kids, I would snap.

*The next day*

*Sin's POV*

  "Chris, are you sure this is smart?" I ran a brush through my long dark hair as I asked Chris if it was a good idea we go out today.

  Chris had decided he's done being cooped up, he wants to go out, despite all of the shit we've been getting. He wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, his favorite place, and have the kids and I go with.

  Chris and I could handle ourselves, sure, but Electra and Sidra were only four, I didn't want them involved in case anything bad happened.

  But when still, here we were, all getting ready to go. I was almost ready, and then I was going to get the girls dressed and help brush their hair.

  I grabbed my black Doc Marten boots from the floor of the closet, then sat on our bed to put them on, completing my outfit, which was a black dress with buckles and ruffles that I got from Hot Topic. When I was done, I went into the twins' room, which was an absolute mess with toys.

  "No, I'M the faiwy!" Sidra yelled as I walked in, snatching a wand from Electra. "No, I'M the fairy." I interrupted, taking away the wand, "And this fairy says, 'Game over, time to get dressed.'"

  The girls both groaned, which I ignored. I ordered them to pick up their toys and put them in their toy boxes, then started rifling through their dresser for outfits. "Hey girls, pick a band." I told them, deciding to have them wear band shirts.

"My Chemica Womance!" Electra squealed.

"Bwack Veiw Bwides!" Sidra begged.

  I pulled out a modified My Chemical Romance and Black Veil Brides shirt, then grabbed out two black skirts for them to wear. Chris came in then, offering to help, so I asked him to get Electra dressed while I took care of Sidra.

  He grabbed the Black Veil Brides shirt unknowingly, and both girls had a huge fit. He looked at me helplessly, and I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Electra gets My Chem, not BVB." I explained, and he rolled his eyes, grabbing the proper shirt.

  We got the girls dressed, with hair brushed, and then we drove to Buffalo Wild Wings, playing Misfits songs like, "The Shining," "Dig Up Her Bones," and, "Halloween," which is my favorite Misfits song.

  Chris and I climbed out of the car, then got Electra and Sidra out of their carseats. We headed inside and sat in a booth, Chris with Sidra, me with Electra.

  A waitress, clearly in her teens, came over after a minute. "Hello, welcome to Buffalo-" she paused mid-sentence when she got a look at Chris and I. "Is everything alright?" I asked her, fully prepared to put my red contacts in when she left.

  "Uh huh. What can I get you?" she snapped. "Excuse me?" Chris spoke. "What do you want to order?" she replied, sounding bitchy. "A new waitress." I retorted, and she glared at me. "You got a problem, whore?"

  I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm guessing you're one of the ones that's been talking shit?" I don't normally cuss in front of the kids but right now was a "Fuck all" situation. "Why WOULDN'T I be?" she smirked.

  "I want a manager." Chris growled, "Right now." She laughed. "Yeah I don't think so." At that point I lost it. "You need to shut the fuck up and get your ass to a manager and get them right fucking over here." I hissed at her.

  "Or what?" she scowled at me. I stood, getting in her face. "You don't wanna fucking find out what."