Love at Dead Bite ( A Hollywood Undead /Deuce Story)

Jelisa's Point of View.

As I am being rocked back and forth by Danny, I can't help think about what Aron had called me.

"Danny?"

He looks down at me. "What, Baby?"

I look down with tears in my eyes. "Am I really a whore?"

"No, Baby. You're absolutely perfect. Aron's just a prick. Don't listen to what he has to say." He kisses the top of my head. "Why don't we go pack up and you can stay with me for a while?"

I nod and he helps me up.

We walk into the house to find everyone in the living room. Matthew shoots me a dirty look.

"Don't worry. The whore is just packing her shit up then she'll be gone." I say.

Aron stands up. "Jilly, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that shit."

I laugh. "You're right."

He cocks his head to the side. "Huh?"

"You shouldn't have said that shit," I can't help but shed a tear. "Maybe, if you had any common fucking sense, you'd known that from the beginning. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pack."

I grab Danny's hand and lead him into Matthew's bedroom.

I sit down on the bed and sigh. Danny does the same.

"I'm sorry." He says.

I look at him puzzled. "Why?"

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be kicked out. Every since I joined the band, everything's gone down hill." He buries his head in his hands.

I wrap my arms around his neck. "Danny, this isn't your fault. Don't worry about them. Its just you and I now. We can finally have a life outside of this house." I kiss his cheek.

"I love you." I add.

He nods and walks out.

What the hell?

I start packing up some of the stuff I had brought with me when I first got here. Its funny how different I had become since I've gotten out of prison. I walk over to the mirror and stare at myself.

Pathetic.

I look at myself. I need to lose a few pounds. I thought.

I was always a thicker girl. I've never been a twig. In school, I was always the girl that got picked on for being bigger. It didn't help that I was beaten and raped at home everyday. I was told that if anybody found out about what my parents did to me, I would be killed. Well, that's what my mom said. My dad didn't want me dead. He just wanted me to participate during "sex".

I'm brought back to reality by a knock at the door.

"Come in." I yell while putting a pair of skinny jeans in a bag I had found in Matthew's closet.

I turn around and Jorel is standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Jilly-bug. You doin' okay?" He asks.

I shrug and sit down on the king-sized bed.

He sits next to me. "Where are you staying in the meantime?"

"I guess I'm staying with Danny." I reply looking at the cold hardwood floor.

"Alright, Kiddo. Call me if you need anything."

I nod and he kisses my cheek then walks out of the room. I'm left to myself. I just sit on the bed and cry for about ten minutes.

After that, I walk out and look around for Danny. He's nowhere to be found.

"Hey, where's Danny?" I ask.

Everyone looks at me in bewilderment.

"He just left.. Why?" Jordan replies.

Are you fucking serious?

"I was supposed to go stay with him.. Now I have nowhere to stay. Fucking great." I throw my bag down and walk out the back door.

Why would he just leave me here?

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Where would I stay now?

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