Hate Filled Heart | Michael Kuza/ Chris Motionless-Chris Cerulli

You Can Kill A Lifetime Without Feeling Anything But Skin

Two 1/2 Weeks Later

It's been a while since I last saw Michael, or Chris for that matter. It's good we don't have contact, he did ruin my relationship.

The last time I spoke to Mike was last week. He demanded that when he returns to Pennsylvania, I return everything he left at my place and never talk to him after that.

It hurts, it crushes me to pieces to know the man that once came to love and adore me, wounded up hating and despising me.

Today, was another lazy notgetoutofbedday and I've spent hours watching horror movies until sun down. It was also the day before Michael and the band return. Franccesca lives in LA, so I won't see her again. After betraying Mike like this, none of my friends will talk to me.

Eri has been distant lately and I'm sure, no, I'm positive Kyle told her about when they came to Pittsburgh. She arrived to the venue after I was thrown out. She posted about it, She never told me. I saw a picture she took and Mike preformed with an injured shoulder. She hasn't spoken to me since that day. Nobody has. I'm that bitch that cheated on the nicest guy ever.

"As I live and breathe, you have killed me. You have killed me..." I muttered some Morrissey lyrics as I buried my face in my pillow.

I probably look like shit...I feel like shit.

A knock on my front door causes me to groan and get up. I walk up to ny balcony, and yell down "Hold on!" I ran to my closet, picked out one of Michael's HIM hoodies and a pair of Misfits sweats.

I slipped on a pair of Jack Skellington slippers and went downstairs to open the door.

"What?" I asked, looking at Ryan standing at my doorway.

"We should talk." He said, bluntly.

I raised an eyebrow. "About?" I asked.

"Chris..." He sighed.

I looked down and stepped back, letting him in. I closed the door and sat beside him on the couch. It was silent for a few minutes until Ryan broke it.

"I know you fucked Ricky..." my eyes widened and jaw dropped, slightly.

"W-what? No!" I defended, shocked.

He rolled his brown eyes. "Stop lying. He confessed it to us. And yes, Chris knows." I gasped and looked at my shaking hands.

"It was a moment of weakness, Ryan. I promise it never happened after that one time."

"With Chris? How long had it been going on?" He asked but I couldn't answer.

"Allie wouldn't approve of us talking anymore. She probably hates me too and thinks I'm trying to get with you. You should go." I stood and motioned him to the door.

"We don't hate you, Dahlia. We're just disappointed in your actions. We also had an intervention with Chris. With all the people who care for him." He whispered.

I sat back down and asked, "intervention? Why?" He sighed, heavily.

"He wouldn't stop trying to get to you. He has a slight obsession of wanting to be close. He and I kind of got into it too. He pushed me, I pushed him, He punched me, I punched him." I gasped, covering my mouth in shock.

"He didn't do anything to Ricky, did he?" I asked in hopes he didn't. Ryan shook his head.

"He threatened him. Said if he gets close to you ever again, he's gonna kill him." He said, lowly. His hands graced my leg. "I'm so sorry you're going through this. I should warn you, at any moment, Chris might show up and ask for you to talk. I suggest you don't." He stood and walked to the door.