Domestic JD x DM

TW/ As the title suggests there is mentions of domestic violence in here

2013

Danny p.o.v

"You ungrateful little shit," he yells at me, like he usually does when I do something wrong or something that he doesn't like me doing. This time it was because I didn't eat the meal he "cooked" for me last night. I wasn't hungry and certainly wasn't risking or fancying getting food poisoning again. People will start asking questions if I keep being sick all the time. They will question my ability to take care of myself. I don't want questions, questions only lead to pain. He always wants details of any conversation that I have with anyone, even if I am just talking to my mom about my upcoming mother and son weekend. It was just going to be me and her going out and she was going to take me shopping and stuff like that.

He made me quit my café job two years ago, he didn't want anyone else to hit on me and he was so paranoid he thought people were trying to take me away from him. Not that I would have minded anyone taking me away from this hell hole. He hates my new job more than he hates my last one for some reason, but I told him if he wanted any of the money that I have then he was going to have to let me work. He couldn't argue with that, so it was a rare small victory for me. I am going to pay for not eating that meal, that's why he started yelling at me. I don't know how he is going to punish me, but I know it is going to be bad. He likes me getting sick, so he can stay home and "take care of me" and I wouldn't be able to leave the house.

Either way, I don't think I am going to defy him again any time soon or in any sort of a hurry. He'll just make the punishment worse each time until he thinks that I have learned my lesson and I am not going to make the same mistake again. He's going out of town from today which is Monday until this weekend which would either be this coming Saturday or Sunday however, which I have to say is a VERY rare occurrence. It will give me a bit of a break from his constant nagging and beating but, he will not leave without giving me a leaving gift before I have to go to work in a few hours. It's about seven in the morning and I have to leave in an hour and a half, so I make it to work for nine which gives him plenty of time to do what he wants, apart from knock me out or it could be game over for him.

No amount of apologising, begging or pleading with him will make it easier on me, so I don't bother doing any more. Crying is another thing that will only make my punishment worse, so I try not to cry which he hurts me over and over again. I thought I'd be used to it by now, but as I have learned over the last three years is that it will only get worse and it has steadily gotten worse over the years. He only gets more aggressive as time goes on and finds more things to get angry at me over and more thinks to hurt me over. It also gets harder for me to leave as time goes by. Trust me, if I had the chance to leave, I would have done so months if not years ago. He always manages to stop me leaving him as soon as he figures out I am leaving.

"You didn't eat your dinner last night you little shit," he tells me, and I don't give him the pleasure of seeing me cower in fear. I want to try and be a little braver so that maybe my punishment won't be as bad this time. "Maybe I didn't want to get food poisoning this close to a tour," I spat, suddenly feeling confident, but at the same time I was regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. He had a blank expression on his face and I tried to hide the fear in my eyes. I am so going to regret ever opening my mouth and speaking against him. I was being smart up until this point and now I have going from being smart to being incredibly stupid. "You know Daniel, you have never been smart," he tells me.

~At work~ Danny p.o.v

I was sitting on the sofa under George's orders, he watched me limp into the studio this morning and straight away he was concerned for me. I got punched and the little "leaving present" my "boyfriend" decided to leave me before he went out of town was a nasty stab would to my left calf. "Danny, what happened this morning?" George asks me, and he brushes two of his fingers on my cheek. He knows I live in a dangerous area which is prone for attacks. "Got slashed in the leg this morning after I left the house," I told him, and I knew I was lying to his face, but he believed me. He would get so much angrier if I told him that my boyfriend decided to stab me in my leg because he might just be a psychopath.

"We might need to get you a bodyguard Danny, now that you are in the band full time Aron might send haters after you," Jorel says, as George rolls my trouser leg up, so he can examine the wound and see what he can do to help me out. It seems like upon first inspection I don't need any stitches or to go to hospital. "Yeah, but I don't think I need one right now. It is a rare occurrence that I get caught up in these kinds of things," I tell him, I was trying in vain to put his mind at ease about current state. "I do need to put in a couple of stitches Danny, you do have a deep cut there. Luckily, it's not so bad and you don't have to go to the ER," George tells me, and Jorel sits with me on the sofa so he could be with me while I get patched up.

Dylan, Matthew and Jordon are running a bit late because the traffic which I just avoided on my way in this morning. The rush hour here is pretty awful so you have to leave at the right times during those hours to beat the traffic jams and stop you getting road rage. I winced as George cleaned the cut with anti-septic wipes and then tried to numb the outside of the wound with some numbing cream that was in the first aid kit before he starts stitching the wound up. He didn't want me to be in any pain if he could prevent it. I was being so brave through it and soon we are all done and Jorel was cuddling me when the guys finally arrived. Jordon looked a bit angry, but he soon calmed down, I think he had road rage.

"Morning guys, what did we miss this morning?" Jordon asks me, while he was taking his jacket off. "Not much, we were actually waiting for you guys to all show up before we get started. I know we are working on the new album and stuff today and picking our set list for the tour," I tell him, and I think he was glad nothing major was missed. I wasn't going to tell them what happened to my leg because there was no evidence around to suggest anything out of the ordinary happened while we were waiting for the other half of the band to arrive. There was some blood and a cut on my jeans but since I was the same size as Jorel, he let me borrow a pair of his jeans. That way no one would ask questions unless I develop a limp or something.

I went to go and get myself a drink, and despite some initial pain I did fine walking there and back. I did take a couple of Tylenol pills as well just because I know a wound like that was going to hurt after a while when I can feel it again. "How are you doing this morning Danny?" Dylan asks, cheerful as always even though he has had an awful morning with the traffic. "I'm alright Dylan, how can you be so cheery after being stuck in all that traffic?" I ask him, hoping to see if I can pick up any tips so I can at least act more cheerful around them now that they are concerned about my wellbeing. There have been moments where I've left the studio and cried for a little while when the heaviness of my situation hits me out of nowhere.

If they knew what my boyfriend is doing to me then they would organise a full-scale man hunt followed by a beating which could land them in jail because it would be six very and I mean VERY angry guys versus one also angry guy. They don't know who I am dating but I doubt that would be a factor in what they do to him since it isn't the former band member Deuce that I replaced just over 5 years ago that is hurting me on a daily basis. I think they would still be angry regardless of who is doing it, but they would hurt him worse because of who he is and what he has done to them in the past as well as what he would have done if he was dating me. "I just think to myself that somewhere out there someone is having a worse day than what I am having so I should be thankful for that, so I try and be happy," he says.

Then he looks at me a little like he was trying to work something out. I appreciate that it is a bit out of the blue for me to ask that question, but it had been a question I have been dying to ask him for some time now. So, all I have to do is think to myself that someone else is having a worse time than I am and try and be happier in front of them. "Why are you asking that Danny? Is there something going on that we should be worried about?" he asks me, his constant cheeriness disappearing for a moment before coming right back. "No nothing's wrong, I am just curious because you always seem to have this constant happiness while I am here struggling to be awake and as cheerful as you at ten in the morning," I tell him, feeling a little selfish, but not really caring about it.

"That's okay Danny, I know you are not really a morning person so that's why you aren't cheerful first thing in the morning. When you are feeling more awake though you are one of the bubbliest people that I know," Dylan tells me, which means that I am doing something right for once. He hugs me gently and I hugged him back. George and Jorel were watching the little exchange while Jordon is busy spitting his gold bars on the mic in the recording room. Dylan walked over to the couch while I was still in the hug, so we were walking together, and it was funny. "You two okay?" George asks me, and I nodded. "I'm alright thanks George," I tell him. Dylan nodded and said that he was okay as well which pleased George since we are both younger than him he cares a lot about our health and wellbeing while we are around him.

"That's good, just talk to us if anything happens alright," Jorel says, and I smiled and nodded at him. He is only older than me by a year and 6 months, so he is not as bad of a worrier as George is, but when it comes to any emotional issues anyone in the band have then he is the best guy to talk to in that aspect. George is the best at parenting advice and medical advice so we all go to him when we have issues in those areas. I sit next to Jorel and he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and he rubs my shoulder while I briefly close my eyes. "Anyone up for going to Taco Bell after work?" George asks, knowing if Jordon was in the room then he would agree straight away, I am really hungry right now. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," I tell them, and they look at me in surprise.

When my boyfriend is here, he makes me go home and I can't spend any time with the guys after work so now that I am suddenly agreeing with a plan to go out after work to dinner is going to surprise them. "Are you sure you can go out tonight Danny? Doesn't Bradley want you home straight after work?" Jorel asks me, he doesn't know just yet that Bradley is out of time so then I can go out and have fun, just as long as he doesn't find out. "Yeah, I can go out. Bradley is out of town for the week so as long as none of his friends see me then it will be fine," I tell them, since they already think that Bradley is a control freak. This doesn't help his image of himself, but unfortunately Bradley doesn't care about the opinions everyone has of him.

"That's alright then, I doubt any of his friends go to Taco Bell anyway, so I think you'll be safe and we'll look out anyway," Jorel says and I smiled at him. At least he looks after me unlike my boyfriend, in fact all of the boys in the band treat me better than my boyfriend ever has done. "I still think that you should dump that Bradley fellow anyway," George says, always the first to speak his mind on these sorts of topics. It's clear to see to anyone that he hates my boyfriend and he would break us up if he could. He would definitely break us up if he knew what exactly Bradley has been doing to me these last few months of our relationship. Maybe when my life isn't in immediate danger I will tell them what is going on so that they could help me break free.

"I know you don't like him and he isn't really helping you guys change his opinion on him but at the end of the day I am in love with him," I tell them, I was lying through my teeth, but he didn't really need to know that. For all they know I am madly in love with this guy, I know for a fact that I was in love with Bradley, but I am not anymore. I can't love someone who is only going to turn my love for him into pain on a daily basis. I don't want to be with him anymore, but it is harder for a man to say he is in a domestic violence situation especially when it is a gay relationship and the person I am currently dating acts like butter wouldn't fucking melt around other people, so no one believes me when I would tell them that something is seriously wrong. There isn't exactly one of those domestic abuse charities for men.

Work was good though, we had a lot of fun and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long while. Jorel was really weird towards me, it was like he wanted to hold me close to him and never let go. I hugged him back and he was sad when I had to go home, but I told him I would see him again when the tour starts on the weekend. I was reminded that tour starts on Saturday today which is perfect for me, I won't be beaten before I go on tour for once. Bradley won't see me now for two months which is as close to me leaving him for good as I am ever going to get at this point. I don't know if he knows about my touring schedule, but I don't want to go home at the end of tour and be beaten for it. I don't want to get beaten just for being on tour and doing my job, so I can get him the money he needs to pay his dealers.

Our last stop on the tour is going to be Memphis, Tennessee and I am tempted to actually stay behind at the end of the tour and not return home, so I don't have a very angry Bradley beating me to death because he has missed two months of beating me because I was on tour. I haven't got anything planned though, I don't have any money to my name because he takes my wages and any other income I get per month. There will be nowhere to stay, and I'll be on the streets until some miracle happens. I don't have any family that live in Memphis so that would be a challenge that I would have to over come in order to feel free from my boyfriend and his evil clutches. It is going to be a hard time unless we stay in a hotel and I somehow convince the tour manager that I need the room for another night or two.

I would also need to manage to make an excuse so that I can miss the flight back home since the band will be keeping a very close eye on me and what I am doing and unless I am really ill or something one of them would make sure that I made it to the flight on time. They would be watching over me like a hawk anyway, they always do when they think something might be wrong with me. Jorel texted me just after he left since he dropped me off at the house. I hopped into the shower and I was all ready for bed. I reassured him that I was fine and that he didn't have to worry about me. I was home alone, and I told Jorel that I was going to be fine on my own. He wanted to come over and spend the night with me, but I said that I just wanted to go off to sleep now and maybe tomorrow he could spend the night with me.

I yawned and crawled under the covers, feeling grateful that I was home alone for once and that Bradley isn't going to hurt me anymore. Well, he isn't going to hurt me until he comes back. He isn't going to stop hurting me completely because that's just who he is as a person. He is just going to keep beating me over and over again. I told Jorel that we could meet up tomorrow if he wanted to and he replied instantly saying that he wanted to if I was allowed and I said I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't available. He was happy to meet up with me and we are going to go out to the café and a bookstore or something like that, so we could do some more last-minute preparation for tour. I wanted to get a couple of books so that I could have something to keep me busy on the long journeys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip the end of tour~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny p.o.v

I keep getting more and more texts from Bradley telling me what he was going to do to me when I got home because I didn't tell him that I was going on tour at the end of the week, so he was very angry at me. I was the happiest that I have ever been on this tour which surprised them all because I usually am the complete opposite of how I have been this time around and they have been loving it. Behind the scenes though they have yet to noticed that I haven't really slept because of the nasty text messages that Bradley keeps sending me. That made me even more determined to run away tomorrow when the tour ends, no one knows my plan yet, but I think George was beginning to suspect something because I am getting more and more nervous than I was before every time they mention going home.

"Hey Danny, you okay?" George asks me, we are on our way to Tennessee and I am hiding in my bunk because I didn't want to leave the bunk. I didn't want to socialise because even though it would distract me from all the messages I have been getting I didn't want them to make me crack and then all the information would come out and so many bad things would happen. They would get beaten or they would beat him after I have been murdered by Bradley for disobeying him. My days are certainly numbered now. I had tears in my eyes after looking at the new messages I kept getting in my phones inbox. "Yeah, I'm fine," I tell him, and he pulls me out the bunk and hugs me tightly to his chest. "Are you sure, you don't look fine to me Danny bear," he tells me.

He lifts me up and starts rocking me from side to side gently. I wasn't crying but he did see the tears in my eyes, so he guessed that something was up. "Yeah, just been getting some hate again which has been getting me down a little bit, but I promise I will be okay," I tell him, and he grabs my phone and looks on my Instagram and sees the private messages that the haters have been sending me. "Oh Danny, you should have told me sooner, I would have helped you deal with it," he tells me, and he was deleting the messages off my Instagram after reporting each user for the cyberbullying that they have been doing. That wasn't the main issue that I have been dealing with, but it is one minor thing that I can have dealt with.

"I know, but wouldn't people call me a pussy because I can't deal with the smallest bit of hate. Like I bet people go through more and worse hate than I am, and they don't complain," I tell him, he did see the messages, so he knows what people have been saying about me. George held me a little tighter and he looked to the front living area where the rest of the band are watching a film. "I don't know Danny; your hate has been the worst that I have ever seen, and I have seen a lot of hate myself. You have every right to complain about those dickheads being mean to you," he tells me, which makes me feel a little better about the whole situation. George took me into the front living area and straight onto Jorel's lap and handed me my phone back.

Jorel looked confused at George who whispered to Jorel that I was getting some nasty hate messages that he decided to deal with on my behalf for a moment. I hadn't told the manager that I was planning on staying behind yet but I was going to have to so he could cancel my flight ticket to get home. I am planning on telling him that one of my friends live around here and I was going to spend a few days with him. On second thought I just decide to text him the information and he said that it was fine by him. I said I would take my backpack and leave my suitcase because I wasn't a fan of carrying that around everywhere. He said that was fine and he would get my suitcase dropped off at home for me.

~next day~

The guys all hugged me as I left to go and meet my "friend" in town, I knew I don't have any friends around here, but I felt a bit better about staying behind even though I was feeling more nervous at the same time. He knows where the last stop on the tour is because all of that information is available on the internet for the world to see. He could easily fly out and come after me and I was terrified of that, so I was determined to hide myself as much as possible before he gets any suspicion that I was gone and that I have done it on purpose. I am still going to enjoy my break from the abuse for as long as possible because for the first time in years, I am not being hurt constantly for everything that I have done.

All good things have to end, I saw one of his "friends" as I walked into a Starbucks to get some lunch before I try and figure out where in this new city I am going to hide myself until I feel like it would be safe enough to go back home. That would probably be when someone files a missing report on me and then the police find me somewhere and then they find out everything that has gone on and I feel like I would be safer because then they would be able to protect me from him and then he would be arrested for everything that he has ever done to me. Not that I think that anything would be done about that because he can lie his way through anything. The guy didn't see me luckily, so I don't think anything would happen because of this.

I made sure that I put my hood up to cover my face when I left the shop and I went to the nearest alley way and hide in it, so I was out of the way for everyone. It's better this way, I am going to make myself permanently scarce for the rest of my days. that is if I manage to survive this ordeal when Bradley inevitably finds me here. There is no way on god's green earth that I am going to get away with anything I have done these last two months. I have been free from his clutches and I have been able to do what I want for far too long now. I have been able to go out and socialise with my friends and I haven't reported every single fucking conversation I have had with every single person on the planet.

I think I did see a homeless shelter on the street somewhere, if I become desperate to hide from the nightmare that is my boyfriend when he inevitably finds me then that should be the place to go. I am technically homeless since I don't own the house I live in, Bradley does and when we split up eventually he will kick me out, so I will be homeless by the end of this. Whether or not I tell the guys that I am homeless when I return is going to be a whole other thing that I don't know if I am going to tell them when I get back to California. I might be able to stay with one of my friends until I manage to get myself onto my feet and stable with all of life's problems. I got a text from George and Jorel, they were both asking me if I was okay and I got to my friend's house okay.

I tell them both that I was fine, and I got there okay, and we were having a good catch up now. I am starting to get tired and I don't have a blanket to cover myself with when I decide to go to sleep but my coat and hoodie are keeping me warm for now. I am going to get colder as time goes on, but for now I am happy with this little last second arrangement. I am grateful that the fact that there are a lot of dumpsters that I can hide myself with by going to the side of them or behind them. It will make it harder for Bradley to find me, but I know that deep down it will happen because that is who he is and he is a stubborn person and if he is going to find me then he will do it no matter how hard I try to hide it is not going to be good enough.

Nothing is good enough for him, nothing I have done, will do or currently am doing is ever good enough for Bradley. I know that there is nothing to help with that, but I have tried to satisfy him and make him happy but if he is in that mindset that he is going to hurt me anyway then it is a waste on time and a waste of energy. I am disturbed by someone walking past and shining a torch into the alley way that I am hiding in and for a minute that it is game over and someone was going to tell Bradley that I have deliberately ran off and I did it to escape him and his abusive ways. Luckily for me the person moved on pretty quickly and they didn't see me, so it is currently safe for me to assume that nothing is going to happen because of that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jorel p.o.v

Danny has been missing for the last three months. We were told by Bradley that Danny never came home on the day that we told him that he would be seeing his boyfriend again. He looked really angry when he told us that his boyfriend is missing, and we are just more concerned about our band member. George and I have just gotten off the plane in Tennessee and we are going to head over to Memphis to see if Danny is still around this area, so we can see if he is okay. We are working quite closely with the local police department since this was the last place that Danny was seen, and they would call us to let us know if they found him before we are able to find the blonde. I am really hoping that we are able to find him soon, it is not like him to go this long. It's not like him to go missing at all.

"Don't worry Jorel, we'll find him, and he will be safe when we do," George tells me, and I almost had to force a smile out. I know deep down when we find him he is going to be okay, but in the meantime so many nasty thoughts are going around my head and they are all centred around Bradley and his anger when he told us Danny has gone missing and he wanted to know where the last location was for the tour. "I know, I just can't help but think that Bradley has something to do with all of this," I tell George, he didn't seem surprised, so I think he had the same suspicions as I do. There is no logical way that Bradley has was not involved in Danny's disappearance. He has changed Danny and it was not for the better, Danny has been shyer and more likely to hide from us than he was when I knew him before he started dating Bradley.

"Yeah, there is no way that Bradley was not involved in this. Just the way that he spoke to us when he reported Danny missing sent alarm bells ringing in my head. If I was dating Danny, I would not be angry that my boyfriend is missing, I would be concerned and doing what we are doing now which is going out and making sure that someone finds him," George says, as we enter a Starbucks near to where Danny was dropped off three months ago. I have a crush on Danny and George knows it, that's why he offered to take me out here to see if we could find him. I have the last picture of Danny we took which was on the last day of tour to see if the cashiers have seen him at all in the last three months, it is a long shot though. He has been missing for three months, the police have told us that it is unlikely for them to find him alive, but they were not going to give up completely on him.

I went up to the cashiers and ordered George and I a coffee each, we are going to need them if we are going to spend all day looking for Danny. "Hey, this might be a little weird, but have you seen this guy at all?" I ask, showing her the picture of Danny I had. She looked at it and really scrutinised it. It is possible he has been here, and a lot of people know he is missing since we did a couple of appeals with his mom on television. We don't want sympathy though, we just want him home. She called over another employee and showed him the picture before handing it back to me when he was done. "Yeah, I've seen him. He was here just yesterday, there was something off though. It was like he was running from something because he was looking behind him every minute and he ran off when we gave him his order. He just about had the money to pay for it, but I couldn't tell you where he was gone. Why you looking?" he asks, he didn't mean to be rude but if Danny was scared about something then I would be cautious about the information I gave out to people.

"We are like brothers to him, he went missing about three months ago and we are desperate to find him to be honest. It is not like him to do anything like this. Thanks for letting us know," I tell him, and he hands us our orders with a sad smile. "You're welcome dude, I didn't know he was missing, then again I didn't recognise him until you showed me the picture. I hope you find him soon," the guy tells us, and we thank him before leaving Starbucks to look around the alley ways near by to see if we can find Danny. I couldn't see him in any of the alleys and then I got a phone call from the cops. They had found Danny half an hour ago and they took him to the local hospital and they had arrested Bradley which surprised me.

I tell George the information and he gets a cab to take us to the nearest hospital. We kept our mouths shut because I didn't quite want the taxi driver to hear our conversation and we just texted our thoughts to each other because it was weird that Danny has been found, taken to hospital and then Bradley was arrested for it. Well at this point I can only assume that he has been arrested regarding Danny's disappearance. I was happy that Danny has been found now and we can go and see him. I texted the other guys to let them know the police have found Danny and we will let them know how he is doing. We go up to the reception desk because we don't know if Danny is still in the emergency room or if he has been taken to a ward yet. They said he is still in the ER, but he was freaking out so now that someone who he would recognise is there they would not have to sedate him.

They were so close to sedating him though and when we walked into the room they put Danny in we could see why they needed to. He was in a full-blown panic attack and he couldn't really see past his tears. I don't think he could see anyway because he isn't supposed to have his contacts in for this long. I have his glasses in my pocket in the case so that he can have them. "Hey Danny, it's going to be okay now. George and I are here," I tell him, and the nurse lets me climb on to the bed, so I can comfort Danny in anyway. He reached out and touched my arm and when I rubbed his hand he scooted over right away so his face was in my chest and he was full on sobbing in my arms. He looked a mess but then again something bad has happened to him. George and I were telling him nice things to get him to calm down and twenty minutes later I swear I heard a nurse somewhere sigh in relief.

"It's alright now Danny, it's going to be just fine," I tell him, and George and I distracted him enough to let the nurses clean him up and they were tempted to take him to a ward for the night to keep an eye on him and make sure that he eats. Danny stayed in my arms the entire time and he turned around once just so he could eat a sandwich and have a glass of water. When he was done eating he snuggled into me and I saw him take a look at me for the first time since the whole panic happed. "Jorel, George I am so sorry I worried you guys," he tells us, and I rubbed his back. He is so fucking adorable I swear, he has just been through hell from what the cops told me so far and the first words that come out of his mouth is an apology to us.

"It's okay Danny, we didn't know what was going on with you and your ex, now we do we aren't mad, and we can help you through this," I tell him, and I saw the tiniest smile from him. It's not going to be the smiles we saw on tour, but it is not going to be a big deal that he is not smiling as much because he has gone through a rough time. Danny just settled straight into my arms and George was rubbing his back until a few minutes later Danny fell asleep in my arms. The doctors said that Danny was going to spend the night in a ward because they were concerned about his health and a little overnight observation wasn't going to do any harm and we could both stay with Danny for the night. They transferred Danny and I to another bed and we were being wheeled to the ward that Danny is going to spend the night in.

I was happy that Danny had spent the ride up to the ward asleep in my arms and he was looking quite peaceful while he was sleeping. George was walking next to me and he was allowed to help steer the bed around corners. Some people walking around the corridors looked at us with a smile because of how comfy Danny looks in my arms. We are going to be texting the guys the update we have on Danny at the moment and we would send a picture of him sleeping since that's when he looks the most relaxed. We aren't going to tell them all of the details the police have told us because it's not nice and it isn't really our place to say because we don't have Danny's permission to say what happened to him and he doesn't know that we know what happened to him, well he kind of knows but he doesn't know how much we know.

I updated the guys and they were happy that we had found Danny and the day after tomorrow we are going back to Los Angles and Danny will be staying with either George or I until he decides he wants to move to his own house or stay with one of us full-time, but that is up to him to decide when he feels ready for it. So much has happened in the last three months that it is going to take some time for him to adjust to being free from not months of horrible abuse, but years of abuse. I know George and the rest of the band are going to be helping my support Danny every step of the way in his recovery. He will be so grateful that we are here to help him get better and get over what he has just gone through and what just ended.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ two months later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny p.o.v

I have been staying with Jorel for just shy of two months now. I have a hoodie from George which is oversized, and I have been using it as a comfort blanket ever since I have returned home from Memphis. No one has been mad at me once and they have acknowledged that it is going to be tough for me, I don't think that Jorel has realised that it isn't as easy as he thought it was going to be. I am scared to open up to any of them, but I know I am able to open up to them eventually I just have to keep telling myself that I was going to be fine and no one was going to hit me for it. I was holding the sleeves in my hands and I was curled up on his couch and watching whatever was on the television. Jorel was in his studio room, making a video with his ex-girlfriend Vanessa because they remained good friends after they split up.

Jorel told me that he wanted to talk to me once Vanessa had left and it stirred up some fear deep down inside of me. He is going to tell me that I am too difficult to handle and that he doesn't want anything to do with me and the band don't want anything to do with me anymore. I was rocking myself slightly on the couch, but I was trying not to show just how badly this was affecting me. Bradley is in jail now from what I have been told and all the evidence stacked against him from the abuse that he has on his phone from all the abuse he has ever done to me that even included some things that I was not aware of. He didn't even stop when he beat me unconscious sometimes which is probably why sometimes I felt worse than expected when I woke up.

Vanessa left about an hour later when she had finished her video, she did stop to say hello to me and to hug me and she also offered her support me. I was grateful for that although I am not sure how long it is going to last. Jorel was making some hot drinks in the kitchen and he said that he was going to talk to me afterwards. I was so nervous, and I wasn't rocking any more. I was just trying to hide as much as possible from everything that scares me and makes me upset. Jorel walked into the living room where I was hiding on the sofa and sat next to me and handed me the cup of tea. He also rubbed my arm with his free hand and I took a big sip from the mug. "Danny what's wrong bud?" he asks me.

"I keep feeling like everyone is going to abandon me and I am too difficult for everyone to deal with," I tell him, feeling like it was good to get it off my chest. He took my mug off me and put it next to his on the coffee table. "Oh Danny, trust me when I tell you that no one is going to abandon you, and no one thinks you are too difficult. We are going to be looking after you for as long as you need us to and then some," he tells me, and pulls me into a hug so that he was proving his point to me that he wasn't going to abandon me and at the same time he was reassuring me that my worrying isn't for nothing because he knows that people who have been through what I have will have those fears. I think he might have done some research on it which I don't mind.

"So, I am not being stupid then?" I ask him, and he rubs my back a little bit. "Of course, you are not being stupid Danny. It isn't irrational for you to be afraid of bad things happening, but I promise you that when you are feeling better and people show you what it means to be treated nicely then all these fears will all go away," he tells me, and he manages to calm me down and I felt better about it all now. I do want someone to treat me nicely and show me the love that I have been missing since I decided to make the wrong decision in dating Bradley all those years ago. If I had known half as much about him as I did now, then I don't think I would have agreed to dating him in the first place. However, I couldn't have known that in the beginning because he is so sneaky in the way that he works to make me fall for him.

"Danny, there is something else that I think you should know. There is something inside that I can't deny anymore. I love you and not just in the way that a brother loves another brother. I mean the way that Bradley would have loved you if he was a decent human being. I would like it if I was your boyfriend," he tells me, and I take a moment to take that all in. I think I am ready for this though, I think it is time to let a decent man love me for once. I also think Jorel is the one. "Jorel, I would love it if you are my boyfriend. I love you too, you have done so much for me these last few months and I have a lot to thank you for," I tell him, and he makes me look into his eyes. He has a big smile on his face which brought one to mine and made his a little bigger.

He pressed his lips onto mine and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. It was amazing, unlike any kiss I have ever experience up to this point. This was definitely the best decision I have ever made in my life. I kissed him back and it was like magic, it was like there were fireworks going off to celebrate the fact that we have gotten together and someone out there was saying finally. "We're going to get through this Danny I promise," he tells me, and I hold his hands in mine. "I know we are, because this is what true love is meant to feel like," I tell him.

And that is the end of another one shot. I hope you enjoyed. Leave a review or request down below!

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