a/n: this fic is 4 years old!! there's a rewrite on my page in progress rn i heavily suggest reading that instead this is so cringe
"Y/N! Come help me with the big boxes of your clothes!"
'I'm too punk rock for this.'
"Coming mom! I can help unload them into my new dresser!"
"Awesome!"
I should probably explain why we moved here from WASHINGTON, to NEW JERSEY.
My mom has been married to my abusive dad for 13 years and she got fed up when he tried to murder me when he was highly intoxicated and high. He smashed a beer bottle over my head.
When she saw what happened she realized how shitty he was for the past 16 years.
I should probably also introduce myself.
Hi. I'm y/n. I'm 17, and I'm in senior year. I had to transfer schools when we moved (for obvious reasons) and luckily we moved in august, so I get to start in September rather than the middle of the school year. No one likes being the new kid, right?
It's September third, we've lived here for about 5 days and we're still moving stuff. School starts tomorrow, so atleast I won't have to help unpack for 8 hours.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Blood. (Gerard Way x Reader)
FanfictionREWRITE NOW PUBLISHED!! PLEASE CONSIDER READING THAT INSTEAD AS THE QUALITY IS BETTER !! You just moved here to Belleville, Jersey after your mom finally divorced your abusive father. You may have PTSD (IM NOT FETISHIZING it!!!) but that won't stop...
