The Loss || Hollywood Undead || Fanfic || The Mask Of Pain Sequel ||

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Aron

Charlie's POV

"Hello, Jordan." He smiled

"W-Why are you h-here?"

"Tour."

"Why did you come here? Come to Del Taco."

"I always come here to think, Jordan. Just because I left, doesn't mean I don't like to come here. I'm not a prick."

"What about those songs?" 

"What about them?"

"They were about us. The songs you made back in 2011."

"That was long ago, my friend. I was still fucking pissed. I'm over it now."

"I see." I nodded

"I heard about J and Dylan." He chocked out Dylan's name.

"Why didn't you come to the funeral."

"Danny wouldn't let me in. I tried, trust me Jordan. Danny fucking hates me."

"yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck

"Is there anything i can do to help J. I know he hates me and all, but I wanna help you guys out. You guys lost to much already."

"There is one thing." I trailed off

"What is that?"

"Give J blood."

"W-Why?"

I hesitated "H-He cut himself really bad. He lost a lot of blood. He all gave him some blood."

"Fine." He smiled

"Great." I smiled back

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"Guys I brought someone." I opened J's room door, with Aron hiding behind me.

"Who?" Matt asked

Aron stepped out from behind me

"The fuck is he doing here?" Danny hissed

"yeah. leave, Aron. No one wants you here!" Johnny hissed

"Don't be a bitch, Johnny. That goes for you too, Danny." I glared at them

"You know what he said about us."

"That was before." I deafened him

"What makes you think he changed?" Matt glared at me

I sighed "Danny why didn't you let him into Dylan's funeral?"

"I don't like him." Danny glared at him

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Jordan. Coming here was a mistake."

"Yes, it was." Matt glared

"Shh!" I almost yelled "He's helping us. If you guys don't like it, fucking leave!" 

Johnny sighed "I don't think J would want a pricks blood."

"I don't think he would want a drug addicts, also." Aron glared

"Aron, stop." I looked at him

"Defending myself. Sorry, Jordan."

I sighed as the doctor walked in "Is blood flow is still slow." The doctor sighed "He needs more blood."

"We got out other friend here." I smiled at Charlie

"Your other friend." Johnny scoffed

"George." I said sternly

"Great." The doctor smiled "And you are?"

"Aron."

"Okay, Aron, follow me." They both walked out of the room

"The fuck is wrong with you, Jordan?" Johnny hissed

"I'm helping J."

-- (few days later)

Me and Aron sat in the corner, playing checkers. The others sat on the couch, using there phones. The doctor walked in "We have bad news."

"What?" We all got up

"Only Aron has Jorel's blood type."

We all looked at Aron.

He sighed and looked down. I could tell he was thinking. He then looked back up "Take as much blood was you need."

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A/N: Nice long chapter for you guys :)