❝ 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 rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she clambered up the backstairs, entering the house, her eyes widening when she saw Debbie leading Frank into the living room.
"Fuck," The redhead muttered, charging up the stairs, "Code red! I repeat code red!" She cried, her siblings scrambling from wherever they were in the house to their rooms as Fiona came out of the bathroom after her shower, clinging her towel to her chest as she almost crashed into Ian.
"Oh!" Fiona cried, "What's going on?"
"Frank, drunk, looking for a bed." Lip told her as he ran into his room.
Hannah sent all of her siblings a warning look, "No one mutter a word about the basement, or it's the spikey bat for all of you fuckers.
"Who the hell let him?" Fiona exclaimed.
"Debbie!" Hannah sighed as all three brothers moved their dressers to block their doors.
"We begged her not to." Ian added.
"He's not hot-bunking my bed!" Lip called out.
"Why can't he sleep out on the porch?" Carl asked, "It's warm enough."
Frank's voice echoed up the stairs, "I want my old bed back."
"Oh, hell, no!" Fiona yelled, rushing into her room and closing the door.
Hannah sighed, looking over to her left before she let out a shriek, covering her eyes, "Jesus fuck! Jimmy!"
"I don't want to be in this situation either!" Jimmy rolled his eyes from where he was taking a shit with the door wide open as Debbie guided Frank up the stairs.
"Up. Step, step." She instructed.
"Morning, frank." Jimmy nodded at the man, Debbie closing the bathroom door for him.
"This is my house!" Frank cried in protest.
"It's okay, daddy," Debbie took his hand, "You can sleep in my room."
"Wouldn't do it, Debs," Lip told her, "He's especially ripe this morning."
"Thank you for my new room, Fiona." Hannah whispered to herself.
"Frank smells like dog piss." Carl said, his face scrunched up.
"Not dog piss!" Frank told him, swaying, "Gary the homeless guy."
"Come on, daddy," Debbie coaxed him into her room before he fell down the stairs, only for him to pass out the moment his head hit the pillow. Her siblings joined her in her room, annoyed, "Sweet dreams, daddy."
"Hey, that's my tent." Carl said, pointing at what Debbie had put over her bed to protect it from Frank.
"I'll hose it off after he wakes up." The girl pushed him away from their father.
