Raegan Gallagher-Milkovich

45- Little miss preppy North side bitch

     "Are you fucking shitting me Rae," Carl groaned as he went to see his niece after getting the call from Ian.

    "Hey uncle Carl," she smiled.

     "You've really fucking done it now. You have a massive fucking chance for juvie now. Fucks sake," he complained.

     She just looked down. "Look, just. I can get you out of here to go home for now. After they decide a court date which should be soon enough. But I don't even know if I can do anything this time because you've been in here a gazillion times," Carl went on.

     "Okay. I get it," she sighed.

     "Fucking Gallaghers," he sighed, going to undo her handcuffs.

     "I'm gonna do a follow up on your case now. Find out what's going on. I'll do whatever I can to keep you out of juvie, but you need to get your shit together."

      "Okay. Thanks uncle Carl," she said. He playfully pushed her head before walking away.

***

It was only a couple hours until Raegan was allowed to leave.

     "Are you shitting me?" Mickey said as Raegan walked out of the station.

     "I thought you'd be proud dad. I'm just like you aren't I?" Raegan laughed, going to stand beside them.

     "Don't fuckin give me that shit!"

     "Raegan this isn't a fucking joke either. You keep getting yourself into shit and now you're in a super bad situation," Ian snapped at her.

"Oh fuck off. You both are fucking convicts. Dads first time in juvie was when he was fourteen! Are you kidding?" Raegan argued.

"Jesus Christ Raegan. Well our plan, was to raise you just a little bit fucking better than runaway, junkie moms and abusive alcoholic fathers. Got it?" Mickey replied.

Raegan sighed, "Yeah. Okay. You've got a point. I'm sorry."

Ian put his hand on her shoulder, guiding her away, "Well shit Rae. Come on, get your ass in the car."

***

A week later. The court really did not give this family a lot of time to prepare for this hearing.

"Raegan Gallagher! Wake the fuck up!" Carl's voice yelled, as Raegan felt someone shaking her awake.

"Whaaaaat," she groaned.

"What? Get the fuck up. Get dressed. Look presentable or whatever the fuck. You've got court today and I'll be damned if my youngest niece, who's uncle is a damn cop! Is going to juvie. Now get up!" He yelled, throwing a pillow at her head.

"Jesus Christ chill! I'm getting up!" She spat, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Just then, Fiona peered her head in the door, "Hey mini convict. You getting dressed?"

"Yes, yes, Jesus," she sighed.

"Well, we're here to make sure you're getting ready. Looking like a presentable young girl," Fiona said, coming into the room followed by Franny, Tami and Debbie.

"And maybe not south side scum like every cop in Illinois seems to think," Franny added.

"Yeah, you guys make sure she's ready and downstairs in twenty. We need to get there on time. Taking no fucking risks," Carl ordered, leaving the room.

"Jesus," Debbie sighed at Carl's reaction.

"I know. Seems a bit fucking stressed doesn't he," Raegan laughed, pulling socks on her feet.