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"this is about you. this is about what you didn't do" -fiona gallagher, shameless
song to listen to: body by jordan suaste
warnings: mentions of drugs & alcohol, mentions of abuse, crying, (probably other things that i've missed lmk and i'll add them to here)
extra cast: (young) matthew broderick as ferris mcnulty (young) neve campbell as tatum mcnulty
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"D'you wanna explain to me what happened yet, Mia? 'Cause, you're starting to freak me out, all silent and shit." Ferris' words helped out his panicked feelings to be clear, but I couldn't focus on that right now.
"Are we almost at your house yet?" I asked, avoiding his question.
"We've been in the driveway for ten minutes, now for Christ's sake, will ya please tell me what's going on?"
"For Christ's sake, can you just shut up, please? I can't-" I cut off my own sentence, getting out of the car and running up to the front door of the McNulty's house.
It was big and overly decorated, which is just expected when you're in Sunnyvale. That's the norm for them. It was pretty fucking weird for me, but it's not like Sunnyvale would give a damn about what the poor, helpless girl from Shadyside thinks. Just before I was able to knock on the door, Ferris's older sister, Tatum, opened it with a smile on her face. That smile lasted for about two seconds-all it took was seeing the distressed look upon my face for her to become worried.
"Mia, Mia hey...what's wrong? Is everything alright? Come in, come in." She rested a gentle hand on my lower arm as I walked into the house. "What's wrong? D'you wanna talk about it? Is Ferris being an asshole again?"
I shook my head to her last question and took a deep breath before I even began to think of how to word what was wrong. I wanted to talk about it, and for sure, most people would think it'd be easy for me to tell what had happened, but it wasn't like that. Having to admit to the basic facts of 'my father hates me and he hit me' meant I would have to shove aside my pride. That shit was more complicated to accomplish than surviving a killer. It felt impossible. But I had to let somebody know what was happening. What had just happened? If I didn't tell anybody, it was only a matter of time before it got worse. Much worse. Lethal, if you gave my father the time of day and the right amount of drugs.
"I need to um...I need to get out of this dress."
"Oh-oh, okay, alright, we can do that. D'you wanna come up to my room? I can give you one of my nightgowns or something-if you'd like that." Her voice made me feel safe. No. No, don't you fucking dare.
