❝ 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 sigh as she left her, Liam and Debbie's bedroom, seeing her younger sister with her ear pressed up against the bathroom door, "Oh, for fuck sake."
"Still in there?" Fiona asked, grabbing dirty laundry from the ground.
"You told Carl to bring in money for the winter squirrel fund." Debbie said.
Fiona let out a small scoff, "I didn't tell him to rent out Frank's room."
"Dad rented it first to that Chinese lady." Debbie shrugged.
"The minute you kids start following Frank's example is the minute I put a gun in my mouth." Fiona told her.
"How did you expect Carl to get cash?" Debbie raised an eyebrow.
Hannah crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall, "She's got a point, Fi." She nodded, receiving a glare from the brunette.
"She moved her stuff in after you left for work." Debbie said to Fiona.
Fiona glanced at the closed door of the boys' room, "You know what time Lip got home last night?"
"Well after you did." Hannah frowned as the bathroom door opened.
The woman Carl had rented Frank's room out to exited the bathroom, towel covering her front and a lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She looked at Hannah, saying, "You need a new razor." And walked back into Frank's room, the sisters' heads turning to see her ass hanging out of the towel.
"Ew!" Debbie cringed.
Hannah gagged, "We are burning that razor."
"He rented the room to a hooker?" Fiona quietly exclaimed, the three of them moving ot brush their teeth at the bathroom sink.
"Carl said she works checkout at the Jewel-Osco," Debbie shrugged, "That's why they call her Double Bag Bev."
Hannah let out a small laugh as Fiona shook her head, "She doesn't work there, and that's not why they call her that," She told Debbie, before yelling out, "Carl!"
Hannah cringed as she grabbed some toilet roll, picking up her razor on the side of the bath with her fingers covered and chucked it into the bin, "Gross." She muttered as Carl and Little Hank walked up the stairs.
Debbie smiled, blushing slightly, "Hi, Little Hank."
"Hey, I want her out of the house now." Fiona told Carl.
"$75 a week," Carl shrugged, he and Little Hank going over the painting on the wall on the other side of Frank's room, taking it down, "We'll charge a buck a peek."
