I don't want death, I just want Gerard to gtfo my room -Kat's POV

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I flopped down on my bed when I got home and finally checked my text messages and shit.
Three messages from unknown number.
Seriously, Gerard? Chill tf out.

"Hey sugar it's Geerawrd  xD"

"Here's my addressss some hang out we're alll dronk and we want to partyt!!!"

Then he texted me his address. It was five minutes ago. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was that I didn't want to deal with my alcoholic father, but I showed up.
The entire place reeked of weed, sex, and booze. I took a deep breath and texted Gerard...

"I'm here."

A/N

Someone help me out. I need an editor and also someone to remind me to update every few days. Love you all.🖤🖤🖤

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