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History Of Violence {DM x TP}

The city's on fire.
The streets are a riot, now look at this place, no one is safe, no one is safe from you.

  Danny and Aron. The perfect, flawless couple. Always treating eachother with love and respect, the kind of relationship everyone dreams of, right?

Wrong

  Atleast, they used to be like that. When they first met, backstage at Danny's first concert with Hollywood Undead, it was love at first sight. It was almost magical, they hit it off immediately.

So beautiful she knew it every single day.
Got a smile that left him right around the way.

  Aron was immediately captured by the charm of his replacement, Danny felt the same about the former singer. They headed back to Aron's place to get to know one another better.
 
  During those amazing 3 years the two were dating, Aron played nice guy. Keeping up this act, he managed to win back the trust of his former bandmates, and win Danny's heart.

Yeah, makes you feel good, wondering why she stays so afraid, afraid of you.

  Aron, after 3 long years, proved his love by proposing. Danny was overjoyed, to start a family with his love.  They got married, and everything took a turn for the worst.

  The pent up rage, it all came back to Aron. Danny stealing his friends, replacing him, and tossing dirt all over his name.
  Aron's nice guy act faded out, and he saw the true Aron. The Aron behind all of the gifts and "I love you"s. Behind all of those dates, late nights, cuddles and kisses.
  Danny saw the vengeful Aron, the abusive Aron.

  Simply a shadow of the man he thought he loved.

***

She need a sedative to get a strain.
You know she need a cigarette she got the shakes

  Danny sat on the porch of the house him and Aron's house. Smoking a cigarette. The only reason Danny even started smoking was because of Aron. He needed some sort of relief to take his mind off the constant abuse he was forced to endure at this hell he called home.

Put them sunglasses on to hide her face
Such a waste, a waste on you

  Danny stood up, dropping the sunglasses which rested on his forehead down to cover his eyes, hiding the blackened one that Aron had inflicted on him.
  Tapping out his cigarette, he got up to take a stroll. He was most likely going to get hell for leaving without Aron's permission, but that didnt matter to him right now.

Tell me, why you ashamed?
To scared to run away
You love him anyway
Surviving just on the pain.

  As Danny continued his peaceful walk, he found himself coming upon his best friend, Jorel's house. Jorel was the only person Danny had ever told about the abuse he received from his so-called lover. He approached the door and knocked.

  Jorel answered, and his expression immediately changed from happy to worried.
 
  "Are you alright? What did he do to you?" His friend immediately urged him inside, and shut the door. Danny sighed in content. This is the only place he really felt safe.