Jackson had called someone to clean up the mess in the bathroom and handed me his jacket to cover up the blood on my clothes. After a big screaming contest in the parking, I gave Jackson my car keys. We were taking my car while Chris and Tate were driving in his car. I have been sitting with my arms crossed and staring out the window like a child that has been scold by their parents after sneaking out of the house to a party. I know we scared him, but that didn’t mean had had to drive my f*****g car.
“You need to understand that there is a lot more going on here and your need to go shopping is really not important right now. You were gone for hours and the least you could’ve done was answer your bloody phone Katy! When are you going to stop f*****g running from me? I know I f****d up last
