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„This is the voicemail of-„ she heard the all too familiar happy voice through the phone "Fiona Gallagher, leave me a message, or don't! I'm fine with either" and then it cut off. Her breathing was shaky as she sat on her bed,

"Hey Fi, it's Cass! Your little sister. I just wanted to tell you to check your emails, uh, and if you for whatever reason have a different mail address, I wanted to tell you, if you want to, uh, I-I'm getting married hah, on Thursday, so in 2 days, and I know it's on such short notice and I can totally understand if you don't have time, don't want to come or anything else! Just- if you want to, uh, it's at 9 am, come early to the house if you want to see me in my dress, it won't be a big thing in a chapel it's- it's going to be simply at the registry office and we're holding a dinner after. It  would be nice to see you here since my fiancee, Luke would love to see the woman who raised me. Uh and i've been speaking for over ten minutes I'm sorry fiona" she chuckled lightly, "Sleep tight alright? Love you" and with that she ended the call.

Cass missed fiona, she did. But if Fiona could have a new life, she could too. And with that she sent luke the text.

Luke :)

Hey, I'm on my way.

Cass closed her bag before she opened the door and went down the stairs "Hey, going so soon?" Debbie asked from the place where she sat, "Luke and I rented the place, we have to make sure everything's alright-" "Wait, you're- you're moving out?" "Debs, I- I will find a solution okay? But he's about to be my husband-" "Yeah and we're your fucking family, not some guy you met a month ago and want to Marry just because you're afraid he'll get his head blasted off" the others that were in the room now speaking up "Debbie!" "Hey!"

Cass stopped in her tracks, Debbie stood up, full in rage continuing "I think you have serious problems in your head, leaving us alone! When, when the fuck did you change so much,  I can't- I- What's your purpose, when you leave us? Live with your husband and have a merry happy life while he's away. Maybe get some children, hide them from us-" "Debbie what the fuck is wrong with you?" Carl spoke up standing up, Debbie now standing up too.

Carl looked to his twin sister who stood there in shock, "Me?! Me? Carl what the fuck is wrong with you two? You are a cop, real fucking good job for an ex drug and gun dealer, and she's out here pretending she's better than all of us-" "Why you being a Debbie downer today?" Ian asked, he saw the way Cass looked at Debbie.

"I'm pulling a Fiona? That's what you're saying?" the room was silent, as Cass spoke that "Well Debbie, I'm one year younger than you and practically raised you, I raised this family when Fiona wasn't available, when Frank was out Drinking his ass off! When all my life, Fiona was my role model, I saw her walk out of my life. And then- then-" "No Cass! You're- you're leaving us all alone, you're leaving Liam, you're leaving Franny and everyone else all for that boy!" Debbie Yelled, Cass gripped her bag tightly,

"Debbie-" "So- so don't come running back to us when your husband is out there dead! We'll leave you fending for yourself like you're leaving us!" Ian stepped up, putting a hand on Debbies shoulder which she threw off.

"And look- she isn't even showing any emotion! Get yourself figured out- the way you're acting isn't as if you're even related to us! Maybe you're another kid from Mom's affairs-" "Debroah Gallagher, shut your ass up and listen to me!" Cass started yelling, causing everyone to be silent.

"How dare you! You, the person I- I thought I would never have to tell this to, speak to me like this, when my husband is dead? Why are you even saying this- it's hard enough to know that the person I care about may die but knowing someone thinks he definitely will, and it being you- it- it makes me sick." "so you don't love him?" Cass scoffed, her hand on the doorknob "I sure love him more than you at the moment, I don't think I will be coming back." and as the others yelled her name, she threw the door closed behind her.

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