SecretKeeper12

Gerard paced back in forth in the dark hotel room. Broken bottles were scattered, and he was holding a half empty one in his hand. He took another swig of the intoxicating liquid, cursing himself as he did it. He ran his free hand trough his hair, and let out a deep sigh of frustration. "Damn it." The words were slightly slurred, but not extremely noticeably. He had gotten good at hiding his drunken speach years ago. He knew the guys would be pissed at him. And what would the fans think? he was supposed to have given this up. He had given it up. Just...not tonight. Not tonight. Tonight was the day that Frankie died, two years ago. He remem