Save me //Hollywood Undead//

I need you here with me

What did I make???

*Kayte's POV*

Jorel wakes up. I look at him, realising how scared for Danny he really is.

"Is he back?" He mumbles.

"No." I say sadly.

"I just want Danny back." He whines, burying his face in his bed.

"He'll be back. How long's it been?"

"Since about five yesterday." He looks at the clock. "So it's been roughly 15 hours."

"Only another nine before they'll take us seriously." I sigh.

"Did Danny's dad turn up?"

"I don't know. When George put you in your bed I came up with him, but I'm guessing by the hushed shouting yes."

"Oh. I don't wanna meet him. He hates Danny for being gay so he's gonna hate me for being Danny's boyfriend."

"Well it's not his house, so if he hates you can make him leave."

*Danny's POV*

I want to leave. I'm so sick of being hit and hurt constantly. I think I slept for a while, but I was woken up by being kicked.

"Are you ever gonna talk?" One of them asks.

I shake my head.

"But aren't you a singer?"

I nod.

"So why won't you talk?"

I pick up the pen and paper from earlier and write I just don't talk anymore.

"But why?"

I'm really going to tell the likes of you?

"No fucking need to be rude." He kicks me and walks away.

I sit on a bench with my mom. My nine year old brain full of questions.

"Mommy? Why is Daddy angry?" I ask.

"I don't know, Daniel." She sighs.

"Is it because of what he was drinking?"

"Maybe. Shall we go and see if he's calmed down now?" She smiles at me.

"Yeah." I say, smiling back.

As we get closer to my house, Mom grips my hand tighter. She's scared, and I know it.

When I get in the house he screams at Mom. Then he hits me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I need to stop thinking. I always need to stop thinking.

I go though my pockets trying to find a lighter. I find one in my jeans pocket.

I hold it to my arm and flick the flame on. I smile as I feel the burning.

"And we picked up a little faggot who self harms. Great." The guy says, walking into the room.

It doesn't matter if I'm a faggot. At least Jorel loves me.

Tears sting my eyes as I realise how much J really does love me.

"Fucking faggot." He kicks me four times.

I walk in the front door of my house. I'm on my way home from Jordon's house. Me and the guys had a party, and even though I wasn't in the mood, they made me go.