Chapter 4.

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After the amazing time I had with the guys, I was shocked when they started making me stay behind to study school. when I started getting angry, they threatened to send me back to my mom. "youre homeschooled now Karla, so you need to start schooling."  I was ticked. so while they went out to their show, I was alone on the tour bus. Bored, and definitely in no mood to do school. I walked out and stood on the side of the building where the guys were performing. I was so angry. I was with them to get away from school, and here they were forcing me to stay behind to study. So when a stoner walked up and told me he had some good stuff, I said yes. I got so high, i brought him back to the bus. we had a couple beers also. when the guys got back from the show, they were so angry.
Kellins POV.
After an amazing show in NYC, I couldn't wait to get back and get Karla. I honestly felt bad for making her stay behind, I know she needs us. But when I walked into the bus and saw her, I wanted to beat her face in. she was standing there with her shirt unbuttoned, her hair in a mess, obviously on cloud 9, and drunk as could be. and then. OOOOH AND THEN. some random dude with hair down to his chest walks out of my bedroom, MY BEDROOM. H sees me, holds up a plastic baggie, and offers me weed. Of course Mike comes in and buys some from the dude. traitor. I got the lowlife off the bus and yelled at Karla. big time. I don't think I was too mean though.
Karla's POV.
that night was the worst. once I sobered up and came back down, kellin went off on me. he grabbed a beer bottle and threw it  at me. I dodged it, but I could not dodge his words. "you stupid piece of crap. no wonder your mom hated you so frickin much. if I lived with you I would get high just so I could forget about you too.  get out. get. out." I stormed past kellin. hurt. how could he do this to me? I thought he cared? I stomped out of the bus and into the 10° air outside. I walked for miles. I wanted to die, now not only had my mom failed me, but the only things I loved had too. I stopped walking, and found myself at the edge of a bridge. how I had gotten there, I do not know. the last thing I heard was vic yelling, "Karla wait", before I jumped. then I heard screaming. whether it was mine or vics, I don't know. it could have been simply both.

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