One Month Later
Chapter Two
Danny

"I can't fucking believe that he fucking said that!" I screech, groaning in mock anger at the fact Deuce wrote yet another song about Hollywood Undead.
"Who the fuck does he think he is?" George demands, making a fist as if he wanted to beat my boyfriend up – and he probably does want to beat Aron up.
"He's just a faggot that can't get over shit that happened three years ago." I say, grinding my teeth together. The words felt like poison on my tongue. It hurt my heart to say such horrible things about my mate, but the guys can't find out.

They'll kick me out of the band, then where will I go? Would I join Ninelives and become the ultimate traitor to the HU Army? Would I reform Lorene Drive and try to forget Hollywood Undead like I did with American Idol? Or would I be unemployed, friendless, and broke? A frown forms at these thoughts.

"Yo, Earth to Daniel." Jordon says, waving a hand in front of my face.

I blink and look up at him, not sure as to how long I had been thinking. He smiles at me and then goes back to the chair he was sitting in. I manage to smile back, trying to keep up the façade that I hate my boyfriend. It's been hard, and I've been listening to these demons that have taken refuge in my head way more often than not. I look around, trying to memorize the faces of each man, wanting to remember them forever.

They're going to find out eventually Danny.

No. I won't let them, I can't tell them and I can't let them see me with him. At least for now, I tell myself. Maybe someday, a new day, they will be able to accept that I love Aron. We've been together for almost four months now, I met him back in January, it's nearly May now. I think after six months I'll try to tell them, but for now, I have to stay in this dark place. I just hope this disease doesn't take control before then.

"We have to do something about Deuce..." Dylan says, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance.
"No!" I shriek, then slap a hand over my mouth as they all look at me in shock.
"What?" Jorel asks, eyeing me with suspicion gleaming in his brown eyes.
"I mean," I cough, "if we do something, show a reaction, we are doing just what he wants? He wants us to react, he's just trying to bully us. If we ignore him, he'll eventually get bored and leave us alone?" My voice came out in an uneven whisper, which didn't help me at all.
"Oh, I didn't even think of that! Good thinkin' Danny-Boy." Dylan smiles, clearly unsuspecting that anything was wrong.

Jorel was still eyeing me with heavy suspicion, and it was worrying me. Does he know? Is he going to tell the others? Does he hate me? I could feel my chest becoming tight as I stand up, rushing out of the room. An anxiety attack... Great. I haven't had them since I was a teenager, but I've been having them again. I lock the door behind me and curl up in a ball under the desk in my music room, then pull out my phone. His name pops up on my screen as I hit send. It rings three times before going to voicemail. I hang up the phone and try to get my breathing under control.