Garcello: I'm fine. Maybe just one more song won't hurt.
(Starts singing https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://m.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DOXxt30c-7Tk&ved=2ahUKEwjUhvmMur7xAhUZmWoFHUUbANgQwqsBegQICxAE&usg=AOvVaw1R7UV4RJsc7xeOObBYBZQe&cshid=1625025082036 )
“. . . I faked it, ya know. Kinda hoped if you thought i almost died, you might stop. But i guess i was wrong. Don’t worry dad, i never really smoked.”
“Uh-huh. It bewilders me how she still has custody. Anyway- the chances of me getting hit by a bottle are getting higher the longer i stay, so- cya dad.” She walks off, taking the LED light that she used to fake the colored smoke out of her mouth
“You’ll forget that, to. Remember, smoke and forget. Remember, smoke and forget. Remember, smoke and forget. . .” She repeats it to herself over and over as she walks away
Garcello: these scars i have are from her smashing my head with bottles. She cleans to clean up the evidence which isn't likeable but the glass in your hair.
Garcello: *death stare* ill take you to court you son of a bitch
Garcellos Friend: Wait, she's why this little girl has glass in her hair? Oh that's not ok. NOT OK.
Garcellos Friend: I recorded everything. *Plays it out and everyone hears the "Child abuse is not legal" and then the "It's legal if nobody knows I'm doing it"