Sometimes, you have to really go deep just to see the person behind all their masks, you have to go past the first dozen or so they wear to be able to see more than just their appearence. With all honesty it's a pain in the arse, difficult and demanding, just to feel the real.
It's similar to this with Carl. We talk, hang out at his place, maybe fuck, but we never really talk or connect. Its just the touching. The other day he told me how he went to juvie for a year, hence the scar on his left forearm.
I've grown to trace it when we're sat on the sofa or in the school playground. Going over to his place almost everyday is getting boring, occasionally I'll hang out with Debbie, or talk to his brothers or Mickey. But something bad happened the other day.
Like, jail worthy bad.
It began just after I started talking to Lip about uni, when this blonde woman walks, no storms, into the house. A short, chubby kid with a nazi tattoo on his forhead trailing after her. She held a semi-automatic in her left hand and a 8" steel knife in the other. The woman looked ready to commit murder.
She started yelling about just getting out of jail, and how all of it was Carl and Ian's, and "oh and don't forget your faggot of a boyfriend" meaning Mickey, faults.
She stopped wjen she realised only Lip and I were there, she grinned like a crazy person and swung the knife at Lip, she caught his arm with a graze, but deep enough I had to bandage it up. "That's a warning manouver for your shitty younger brothers!" But she said it at the wrong time because Fiona, Liam and Debbie just came in.
The bellow of the gun was louder than I remember on the range, the bullet missed Fiona but hit Liam in tge leg. The peaceful household that Lip and I were talking in just 5 minutes ago was now filled with knifing, bullets being shot blind and yelling. Lots of yelling.
I managed to get Lip and Liam out, just as Ian, Mickey and Carl got there. One rule is never call the police, so I grabbed Liam shouted at Lip and ran for the hospital after bandaging his leg, the first aid box in the Gallagher household was curently sheltering several people, most of whom I actually liked.
