This letter has been pushed out to all followers of the band, Hell's Heathens, that have signed up for the newsletter. There is no single audience for this letter, but any questions and comments may be sent through an email to the group. Times have been rough as of late, and we appreciate your support, even through our silence, and hope to reach out to you personally very soon. Until then, keep on surviving.

Theresa Hunt speaking.

As you're all likely aware, I didn't finish high school, so ignore the lack of a 'proper' letter setup. Well, that, and I just don't care. Sorry, not sorry. Anyway, as you're also likely aware, my family and I, collectively known as HH, have been uncharacteristically silent---no vlogs, no Instagram updates, no news regarding our newest album, nothing. We hear your questions and concern, and it's greatly appreciated, even if we haven't yet responded. I'm reaching out to you now to address that silence and reassure you all that, yes, we are as fine as we can be.

Now, first to address the change in author, as it's usually Kit that writes these things. While I'd really rather you guys to not witness my horrible excuse of putting thoughts and words to paper, the entire situation is centered around me and my biological family, so it makes more sense for it all to come from me. It'd be an injustice to you all if it wasn't. With that out of the way, buckle up for a complicated and curse-filled story. Fair warning, but you should know how I am by now.

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It's no secret that I don't get along with my mother. She's a narcissistic whore that spreads her legs, then dumps her newest kid on whoever is willing to take responsibility, since it's definitely not going to be her. There's my older brother, Ronan Kalei, my younger sister, Angel Perry (she's so fucking adorable, I love her to bits), and, of course, yours truly. Ronan's father was kind enough to take in Angel when her father could barely take care of himself, let alone her as well. I, as you know, was taken from her before she could dump me, but that's undoubtedly what would've happened to me. Seeing a pattern yet?

Here's another question for you: why am I telling you something that you probably already know? Well, ladies, gentlemen, and lovely folks, that's because the pattern has yet again repeated itself. I've got a baby brother.

My mother dumped him on me around the time when we first went silent, then fucked off to Germany. Didn't even name the kid, so now we have the hospital hounding us for a completed birth certificate and guardian registration, a baby in our midst, an album to finish recording and release, and our usual mental problems. I, myself, have hit the usual bout of depression, and this sudden responsibility was the last thing I needed to get over it (No, Lex is not screaming "Let me love you!" and forcing hugs like I do for him. Feel free to shame him). 

Life is just going swell.

Everyone's favorite pair of twins have agreed to help us with raising this poor kid. It should be obvious why we all refuse to drop him off with Child Services to be put up for adoption or tossed in the foster system---three of us were in foster care, one was adopted, for those of you that legitimately don't know just yet---and we'd like to be able to do some good with our past experience and do everything in our power to give my brother a good and healthy life, something that the four of us were denied. 

I bet you already know who ended up being the official co-parent, right? It's not really a brain-teaser. Kit's been great with my brother since the start, always there to take care of him at the first sign of a bawling fit. We've avoided a lot of those thanks to their maternal instincts, something I realized not too long into this that I sorely lack. Alexis has diligently taken care of him during the night, being the nocturnal weirdo that he is. I'm not surprised that he's so good with kids, since I kinda grew up with him and watched how well he handled all the scared kids younger than him---and how he's already a significant older brother to Kaiti. 

Ryker is probably the least helpful of all of them, but that's not really news there. However, he does what he can, and I love him for it. He's more like the cool uncle that speaks in vines and sneaks freshly-made brownies into your lunchbox, despite your parents banning brownies. I'm sure he'll get better at it the more we adjust to this new addition. 

We're all learning and adapting, and this small---quite literally---hiccup in our usual routine won't deter us from getting our music out to you guys. We'll be back to do our usual live videos, ready to answer questions about my brother and even show him off to you. For those of you who will undoubtedly mention how Kit and I look like a married couple as we take care of him, it's already been said and acknowledged. Also, both of our boyfriends find it funny and cute, so ha. 

Lastly, I just want to say thank you. You guys are amazing, really. I can't tell you how many times I've broken down and wanted to give up on this whole parenting thing, but reading your comments, seeing your unwavering support and wishes despite not knowing what's going on---y'all are life savers. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we love you so much. We wouldn't be where we are today without you. We wouldn't be nearly as okay as we are now without you supporting and accepting us for who we are, past and present. I, for one, can't wait to get back out there and meet you, both old and new fans. I don't even really want to say fans. You're all like a family to us. No, you are our family, and I just know that you'll be there for us no matter what happens. I love you guys. You're awesome. I hope you're all doing okay, and if not, you know that we'll put aside time to help you through whatever it is that's making you not okay. It's what we needed and found in each other, and it's the least we can do for you in return for your love. 

Okay, enough with the sappy shit, even if I mean it all. To sum this entire thing up: I hate my mother, I have an unnamed baby brother, Kit has become my unofficial spouse, Alexis is a nocturnal ass, I'm not doing so hot, Ryker is trying his best, our album is still set to release exactly a month from now, and we love you. That's all for now, so I guess this is where I sign off. Ciao bella!

--Theresa Hunt, lead singer of Hell's Heathens, 12:10 PM