Hollywood Undead One Shots

Broken (DM x JD) Pt 1

Sad, abuse, blood warning

Reviewed and Undergoing Editing

Danny's pov

I sigh as I walk down the streets of L.A, I was currently going to the bar where the guys are waiting. I look down and accidentally run in to somebody.
"Sorry." I mutter and look up.
"Watch where the fuck you, look who it is. The fuck boy Danny." An all to familiar voice says.
"Fuck off Deuce." I say and go to move past him but he stops me.
"Where the fuck do you think your going?"
"To meet up with the guys." I say glaring at him and he laughs.
"Correction, you were going to, now your coming with me." He says and I see him point down and realize he has a gun in his pocket hidden.
"D-deuce fuck off, the guys will know the second they realize that I've gone missing that it was you." I say and he laughs.
"Not if I play my cards right." He says and grabs my arm dragging me along with him. I realize we are going to walk by the bar the guys are at. It's right up ahead, I could just run in to their but he would have his gun out and I'd be shot. I look to my right as we pass the window and see them looking. They look confused. Help me. I mouth to them and almost immediately Jorel is up and coming out the door. Aron sees him and curses under his breath.
"You piece of shit." He says and starts to run dragging me with him.
"Danny?" I hear Jorel call out.
"Jay help m-!" Aron hits my head with the back of the gun and I slump down to the ground.
"Aron where the fuck are you?!" I hear Jorel yell and Aron curses.
"I wanted to do this the easy way but you fuck everything up!" Aron snaps at me and hits me with the gun in the back of the head again. My eyes immediately close and u hear yelling before darkness consumes me.

A couple of days later

Danny's pov

Days, I have been here. Chained up to the ceiling and wall, beaten, raped drugged up, multiple times.
"Come on Danny make a sound for me." Aron says as he hits me with the belt again. I grit my teeth in pain as tears flow down my face.
"Come on pretty little fuck boy. Make a sound." He says and hits me again. I groan in pain and he smirks.
"W-why? What did I ever do to you?" I whisper and he laughs.
"Replaced me." He says and grabs a knife. He walks over to me and grabs my arm.
"No please! Not again!" I scream as he brings it down my arm, carving more words in to my skin, but being careful as to not cut a vein or kill me. He finishes and grabs my chin making me look at him. I spit in his face and he slaps me hard.
"You piece of shit!" He yells and stand the knife threw my hand and in to the wall. I scream and thrash in pain.
"You are nothing! Nobody will miss you that's why you're still here!" He yells and slaps me again.
"If they cared you'd be gone already, out of here!" He yells and grabbing my chin forcing me to look at him.
"You are nothing, lower then dirt!" He screams and I spit in his face again which earns me another slap.
"When will you learn?! Bad behaviour must be punished and beat out of you!" He yells and I glare at him.
"You piece of shit can go to hell." I say and he laughs. His eyes flicker to the knife still in my hand and he smirks.
"Let's see how much pain you can withstand before breaking." He says and grabs the knife. It sends pain shooting through my hand and he smirks. He twists the knife around multiple times and I scream in pain.
"You twisted fuck!" I yell trying to do something to get him to stop.
"Language!" He yells and twists it again before pulling it out and stabbing my other hand keeping it pinned to the wall. I scream in pain again as tears fall quickly down my face.
"Your nothing." He says and gets up and goes walk of the room. I'm going to die here, nobody will ever find me. Nobody will care anyways. I slowly look at my hand that has the knife through it and almost throw up. Days have passed and nobody has shown up to save me. I only get fed once every two days. He is right I am nothing. Not worthy of anyone's attention or time.

Jorel's pov

Days, it's been days since we saw Aron dragging Danny away. The police still hadn't found anything. Not even Aron. God knows what Aron is doing to Danny or if Danny is still even alive. I have been in my bunk, hardly eating, drinking, sleeping, nothing. I never realized how much I loved Danny until I saw him being dragged away. The guys have all tried to comfort me but it just doesn't get through to me anymore.
I sigh and jump as my phone rings. Their is no caller ID. The guys all run back here and I answer the phone and put it on speaker.
"Hello Jorel. It's me, Aron and I'm here with your precious Danny. Say hello to your friends."
"Tell them not to worry about me Jorel." Danny says, he sounds so dead, so broken.
"They can hear. You're on speaker phone. What the fuck did you do to him?!" I yell and hear him laugh.
"Danny, what did I do to you?"
"Beat me, drugged me and raped me." Danny says and I nearly crush my phone in my hand.
"Aron this has nothing to do with him! Fucking release him now! He did nothing."
"Jorel he did everything. He is nothing but a fuck boy." He says and then I hear a scream.
"Aron please, I'm begging you." I whisper as tears roll down my face.
"I'll tell you a place and time and that'll be the last time you see Danny." He says and then hangs up. I immediately throw my phone at the wall and start sobbing. My phone rings again and Matt picks it up and answers.
"Tomorrow night, 1:30am at the old warehouse." The voice says and then hangs up. Matt hands me my phone and hugs me tightly.

The Next Day

Danny's pov

"We are having visitors over tonight, make sure you don't do anything or I will punish you." Aron says and I just nod my head.
"Yes sir." I mutter and he slaps me.
"I told you not to speak unless I tell you to! How dare you not listen!" He yells and grabs the belt again. I start to shake my head.
"Please not again!" I cry out and he laughs as he hits me. I cry out in pain and he smirks as he eyes the knife that is still in my hand. I have lost feeling in my entire body and my left hand that is chained up with the knife through it, has turned green around the edges of the knife. My right hand is also the same. He grips the knife and the twists it around as I scream and thrash in pain again and again until he had enough and laughs.
"I hope you behave better then this tonight." He says and I nod.
"Speak."
"Please I'm starving."
"Fine." He says and then goes out of the room. I have to get out of here. I have to. He returns with a plate of food and then starts to feed me.
"Speak."
"Thank you sir." I say and bow my head as he taught me to. He feeds me. He leaves again and then I hear talking.
"He's downstairs Yuma." Aron says and then the door opens and in walks Aron with Yuma.
"Speak." Aron says and I look up.
"Hello. What am I to call you?" I say and bow my head.
"Yuma." He says and I nod.
"Damn Aron, you taught this one well." He says and I look up but the immediately look back down.
"It took a lot longer though, this one was a fighter." He says and I hear a laugh.
"The band is coming over tonight to get one last good look at him before I get rid of him."
"Give him back to them, he'll be so broke that he won't even be able to do anything." Yuma says and Aron laughs.
"That's a great idea but I need to break him more then he still likes to fight."
"I'll help." Yuma says and they walk over to me.
"Please no, not again no!"