❝ 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 chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she leaned in the doorway of Frank's room, her fingers playing with the skirt of her diner uniform, watching her mother lying on the bed and staring at wall, no emotions crossing her eyes.
"Let me know if you need anything, mom." The redhead muttered loud enough so that Monica could hear her, but that she wouldn't be too disturbed.
She waited until she heard the small grunt pass from the blonde woman's lips before she left her alone and went down to the kitchen, passing Debbie on the way, the younger girl holding a plate of food.
When she came into the kitchen, Hannah saw Fiona moving around the room and picking up all the stuff Grammy had bought for them all, "Fi, I know we have to sell the stuff Grammy got, but my uniform and textbooks-"
"That's different, Han," Fiona reassured the girl, "And thanks for giving up your iPad so willingly. I know you've always wanted your own."
Hannah shrugged, "And I will someday."
The brunette smiled at her sister, kissing her head before turning to the other Gallaghers in the room, "What else did Grammy buy you guys?" She asked as Hannah gently took the tablet out of Liam's hands, which made him pout, "Sorry, buddy, gotta sell everything." Fiona told the boy, lightly rubbing his head as Debbie came down the stairs.
"Won't get out." Debbie frowned.
"I know what I want for Christmas." Carl spoke up with a grin as he was reading form a magazine.
"I told you not to go. Leave her alone." Fiona told Debbie.
"How's she gonna eat?" Debbie asked.
Hannah rested a hand on her younger sister's shoulder, "She'll get something to eat when she feels hungry, Debs."
"An AR15 rifle." Carl grinned widely, that sadistic look back in his eyes.
"She'll figure it out," Fiona told Debbie before giving Carl a hard look, "No one's buying a rifle. Don't you buy him one for Christmas." She sternly told Hannah.
"Maybe a BB gun." Hannah whispered to Carl who high-fived her.
"Is something wrong with her?" Debbie asked as Fiona grabbed another new toy to sell, "She hasn't gotten out of bed in days."
