I Hate Love

Dahvie Vanity is best friends with Jayy Von Monroe, but Jayy has just gotten out of an abusive relationship. He thinks love is evil, but what happens when he finds that Cupid carries a gun... Just for him.


2. Maggie

Jayy's POV;


       Dahvie sat up in the bed, looking back at me. I put out my blunt and just looked at him. Even though he wore no smile he shined like the sun in the sky but I was just a unwelcoming shade of gray. "Morning." I said, my voice sounding more unwelcoming than usual. "Morning." Dahvie said, sounding drowsy. Suddenly I got caught in Dahvie's eyes and I felt myself losing the ability to breathe. Our eyes seemed to be locked for centuries until a certain voice I had grown to loathe broke it. I turned to look at her and sure enough she was pushing her way past Jeffree and I to get to Dahvie's bed. "Good morning sweetheart, I hope you slept well." Maggie cooed, kissing his cheek lightly. He smiled at her, "Yea babe, I slept fine." He said, kissing her on the lips. I watched it all and I felt my heart drop to my stomach and I seemed to lose more color... I didn't even think that was possible... But it was. "I'll just be downstairs." I whispered, I knew if I talked any louder I'd burst into tears. I rushed out of the room and almost ran down the stairs. I quickly made my way into the kitchen and tore open the fridge to find some Jack. I finally found the bottle and didn't bother to pour it, I just drunk it straight from the bottle. I let it down a bit for occasional breaths of air.

       After a while I finally put the bottle down. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Jeffree, "Oh. Hey." I say, my voice sounding bitter - despite my effort to sound okay. "Are you okay?" He asked, "Just fucking peachy." I muttered, looking at him with frustrated eyes. He just nodded and walked away, I sighed once more and went outside. The cold, crisp morning air graced my face and I wished I had brought another jacket. I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then rubbed my arms. "Goddamn." I muttered at the cold. I heard the door open, but I didn't turn to face the person, it was probably a random person going home. I heard their footsteps nearing me, but I still did not face them. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I had no choice, so I turned to face the person. I was met with beautiful moss green eyes and immediately knew it was Dahvie. "What?" I asked, "Are you okay?" Dahvie asked, all I did was give him a confused look, "You just seem a bit... Off." Dahvie said, "Yeah Dahvs, I'm fine." I said, chuckling. "Promise?" Dahvie asked, "Yeah." I said. Then suddenly I heard the voice I hated again, "Dahvikins! What are you doing out in the cold?" Maggie asked, "Oh, hey babe! Just talking to Jayy." Dahvie cooed, "Oh..." She said, her preppy voice dropping when she saw me, I just looked at her with an unamused face.

      "You remember Jayy right?" Dahvie asked her, still sounding happy. "Yea, you know, the fag." I said bitterly, Dahvie turned to look at me in shock, "Yea and I'm the whore." She growled, Dahvie then turned to look at her in shock too. I smirked at her, "Damn right." I spat. Dahvie then turned back to me, "JAYY!" He shouted, "Whatever, faggot." Maggie spat back, Dahvie's eyes widened and he turned back to Maggie, "MAGGIE!" He shouted, "Oh what Dahvie, she's right. I am a faggot and she is a whore. I dirty fucking whore." I growled pushing him aside and getting nose to nose with Maggie. "Oh what, you think I'm scared of you? You're just a slutty faggot!" She shouted, "Oh yea? We'll you're just a plain slut!" I shouted. "You probably have more sexual disease than I have tattoos." I growled, smirking at the bitch. "At least I'm worth something, look at you! You're fucking worthless! No wonder your ex abused you! No one fucking loves you! You should go slit your little faggot wrists!" Maggie shouted at me. My smile faded and I backed up, tears began to run down my face as her smirk grew. "YOU WHORE!" I shouted, punching her square in the face. I covered my face with my hands and ran into the house.

      I ran up the stairs and into the room I was previously in and slammed the door shut, locking it. I fell onto the bed and cried into the mattress. After what seemed like an eternity there was a knock on the door, "GO THE FUCK AWAY!" I shouted, throwing the closest solid object at it, which ended up being a pocket knife. But just my luck it slid under the door and was picked up, great now they can pick the lock. I just sobbed harder, refusung to look at the door. Soon the door was open and someone was beside me on the bed. I looked up to see Jeffree, "It's okay, it's okay, Jayy." Jeffree cooed, I went to talk, but he put his index finger to my lips, "I heard it all." He said, pulling me into his lap. "It's okay Jayy, she's wrong. She's stupid." Jeffree said, trying to calm me.

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