Im sorry dad

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~Gerard's POV~

I ran inside

"Dad! Are you here, I'm sorry!"

I was so afraid of my father, he was probably drunk, and was going to beat me.

"Dad!" I yell again, hoping to not find him

I ran into the kitchen.

There he was

On the floor

Lifeless.

"Dad!" I yell running over to his lifeless body on the floor.

"Dad wake up"

I started to panic

"Dad please!!"

I start crying, screaming

Empty liquor bottles on the floor

Why am I so emotional over a man who hated me.

I pick up the phone and dial 911.

"H-hello I- I think my dad is dead"

I told them the address and 10 minutes later the ambulance showed up at my house.

They took my dad into the truck and left.

I stayed home.

I couldn't go, it was too much.

I'm still sitting on the kitchen floor. I feel nauseous and scared.

My mom had left work to the hospital.

The night went by and I was still home alone. It was around 11pm.

I'm still sitting on the floor. Not wanting to move.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and dial a number.

"H- hey frank, c-can you come over?"

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