invisible string • Gracie Abrams

014 clubs and drugs

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
clubs and drugs
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‼️TW: DRUGS AND MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT‼️

gracie
2:22pm

u up?

yeah it's still the afternoon?

oh yeah

do you get home okay? you
left like really abruptly and
seemed a bit out of
it, are the cats okay?

fed them!!
i'm okay though thank you

sorry i left so fast

dw abt it i'd rather
u not let ur kids die

so have u reached
out to your parents
yet abt all the news and shit

no, you?

my dad called me, he's pissed

shit what'd he say

stuff like "your not my kid
if your associating
w that family, don't even
look in her direction." yada yada

he even said if you're
the one 'harassing me'
i should file a restraining order

damnnnnn

did u tell him that
we're actually friends?

no, we would've
both gotten killed for that
lmao

anyways i gtg, i'm so
tired rn, text me when
i can see u next?

yk to hangout if u wanna

charlotte didn't respond to that text. she could only remeber what her publicist and matt said, to not hangout with gracie, to keep her on the low. she liked gracie, but what she also liked was her career, and she's yet to fuck up severally with both of those situations.

she tossed her phone aside and moved over to her desk so she could distract herself from it all by reading over her script for work this week. which only worked for about two hours, because around five, charlotte found herself sitting and staring at the open text conversation.

she would type out things and delete them over and over again, things like 'i'm free next week!' or 'i'll call you when' or 'i'm not sure.' nothing was sounding right or safe.

the brown eyed girl let out a defeated groan, and was on the verge of just liking gracie's message and leaving it at that, until her screen changed to illuminate a call from non other than her dad. charlotte's heart dropped, and without even having a chance to think she declined the call.

it rang again.

decline.

and again.

decline.

and again.

decline.