Always going to be him//Gallavich

Twenty-Three

FIONA
The Gallagher house had been especially quiet within the last 2 weeks. Sammi was still around, unfortunately. Frank refused to enter the house if Sammi was around, which was surprising, since he always found a way to get in without anyone asking.

Frank honestly loved doing the opposite of what we asked him. When we basically yelled at him to leave, he'd just sit at the table and enjoy annoying us. But, when we needed him to stay with us, mainly to get rid of Sammi, he wasn't around.

I stood in my bathroom, brushing my teeth. Without warning, Sammi entered, a stern look on her face.

"I hope they throw the book at Carl, Ian and Mickey!" Sammi hissed, basically pushing me out of the way so she could access the mirror.

"Y'know, Sammi. You're a bitch. You're a fucking bitch, and I suggest that you pack up all your shit, and get the fuck out of MY house." I stood in her face.

"You don't threaten me, Fiona. You're just a bit of South Side trash. You deserve to be in prison, but I guess...one or two members at a time." Sammi smiled.

"Hey, asshole. I have been to prison. Liam ingested some cocaine that wasn't mine, and I took the fall and in turn, I got thrown in prison. But you, Sammi, deserve to be in prison, and guess what, bitch. I can make it happen." I smirked, Sammi's smart-ass attitude dropping like a fly after being electrocuted.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, concerned.

"Mickey is currently in prison. Can you tell me what he was arrested for?" I walked toward Sammi, seeing the fear on her face.

"A- Attempted murder..." Sammi stuttered. I continued to watch her walk backward, a few steps from falling down the stairs.

"Now, what did you do before he was arrested and sent to prison?" I asked, smirking.

"I- A- A- A-" Sammi could barely say anything.

"A- A- A- Attempted murder with a deadly weapon." I smiled, letting Sammi fall down the stairs.

I watched as she fell down both flights of stairs,  getting back up after a while.

"Now, attempted murder with a deadly weapon is definitely worse than attempted murder." I smirked, Sammi backing up toward the front door.

"So here's what's going to happen." She opened the front door, looking terrified.

"I want you gone, and you don't want to be arrested, so...you will leave Chicago and go as far away from here as possible and you are NEVER to return. In exchange, I won't go to the police and get you arrested for attempted murder with a deadly weapon." I informed her, watching as she tried to get away from me.

"Fine!" Sammi yelled as Debbie, Frank, Liam and Lip came out the front, chucking everything that Sammi owned out onto the lawn. She quickly scrambled, trying to clean up the mess before chucking all of it into her car. She drove off, leaving smiles on our faces.

"Ding dong the witch is gone!" Debbie yelled, smiling.

We all headed back inside, shutting the door before Frank could enter.

"Hey! What about me!" He yelled as I locked the door.

"Fuck off, Frank." Lip yelled.

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I pulled up to the jail, nothing on me but my phone and purse. Walking inside the facility, I hoped that Ian had been taking his meds. I hoped that maybe, Ian was okay. I kept breathing, keeping calm as I walked throughout the jail, watching as inmates walked around.

"Hi, I'm Fiona Gallagher, here to see my brother Ian?" I asked as I walked up to the front desk.

"ID." The officer spoke. I rustled through my purse, eventually finding my licence.

Being let in, I walked toward the sign that said Inmate Visiting Yard, nervous. I found a shady spot in the yard, waiting anxiously for Ian to come out. Seeing Ian in the distance, I stood up and waited, a huge smile on my face. Ian clearly looked shocked to see me.

"Fiona!" Ian called my name as I chuckled, unable to believe that I was visiting my brother in prison.

"Didn't know you were coming today." Ian walked up to me, smiling.

"I wasn't. What, you busy?" I asked, chuckling more.

"Uh...you know what? I'll fit you in my schedule." He laughed as we embraced, my arms wrapping around his torso, wanting to never let go.