❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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Hannah let out a shriek, giving Kevin the finger, backing away from the pool as he splashed her. The man only laughed before turning to his foster daughter.
"Ethel, come on. Why don't you go upstairs and borrow a suit from Debbie?"
Ethel shook her head with a smile, "No thank you, Sir. I wouldn't feel comfortable unless I was in my own swimming costume."
"All right. Suit yourself, party pooper." Kevin hummed, flicking water at her.
Seeing the way Kevin glanced over at her, Hannah held up a finger, "Splash me again and I'll cut off your dick." She warned him as Fiona approached the pool. glancing around nervously.
"Coast clear?"
"Yeah," Kevin nodded, "Who we dodging today? Bill collectors? Process servers?"
"Mrs. Craig Heisner." Fiona told him.
Hannah shook her head, "Can't believe you let that bitch take the killing bat."
Kevin raised an eyebrow, "You still got your spikey bat though, right?"
Hannah nodded, "Under my bed."
"Good," Kevin nodded before turning to the eldest Gallagher sibling, "And what are you doing? You've been acting like a dude all summer."
Fiona raised an eyebrow, "It's okay for guys to play the field but not me?"
"It's okay if you want guys running their dicks through the dishwasher after they bone you?" Kevin hummed.
"Shut up," Fiona smiled, the three chuckling as she glanced over at Ethel, "That's some serious UV protection."
Kevin sighed, "I know. She won't loosen up. I worry that she doesn't interact with anybody her own age. Should I force her or what?"
"I don't know. I'm making this shit up as I go along." Fiona shrugged, making her way to the stairs.
"Don't we know it." Hannah chuckled, making Kevin flick water at her.
"What did I say about your dick?"
"How'd she find out?" Debbie called from the ladder of the pool, her two sisters' eyes widening as they saw the girl's arm, "Lucy Joe?"
"Holy shit, Debs." Hannah gasped.
"Jesus, what is that, a rash?" Fiona asked, approaching the young girl.
"What?" Debbie asked, glancing down at her arm, "I think it's from that laundry soap I got at the Family Dollar Store. Made in China. Probably tainted with melamine." She shrugged, going to get in the pool.
