Juvie//Carl Gallagher

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(A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reads and votes❤️. Also I'm sorry for any spelling errors my phone screen is all cracked so it's hard to read things.)

I don't really know what to do. I love my uncle but he always got in trouble with the law, and he would smoke pot around my little sister. I just don't really cry anymore. Ever since my parents died there hasn't been anything that could make me cry because nothing is worse then loosing the the ones you love the most.

I just need sometime right now.

I jump down from Carls bed and pick up my pants. I put them on as I walk out the door. I walk across the street to my house and get my cigarets. I light one and let my head fall back as I exhale smoke.

This is too much. We just moved here and this shit happens. I walk over to my phone and dial my friends number. It rings for a while then she picks up.

"hey bitch"

"I'm a bitch, you just up and left you twat" my friend Alicia says through the phone

i laugh, "a new start, babe"

"fuck that where are you"

"im in Chicago"

"Better warn the neighborhood, jess because we'er back bitch" she says then hangs up.

Well, I'm fucked.

I take my pants off and jump in bed. I can't wait to deal with this fucking mess in the morning. (I speak fluent sarcasm)

I hear yelling. First thing in the morning and I hear fucking yelling why can't if be fucking quite. I groan and roll on to the floor.

I hear a very load knock on my door then my aunt yell, "Get up".

"Do you really think I could sleep through all you're fucking yelling" I yell back.

I put shorts on and walk downstairs still half asleep.

Everyone but my aunt is down here.

"what the fuck was all that yelling about" i ask

"She was using herion" my brother Matty says.

I run my fingers through my hair, "Fuck".

My aunt used to be addicted to herion, but when my parents died I told her they would have wanted her to stop using, so she stopped it wasn't right away but she still stopped.

This isn't my problem anymore if she wants to fucking ruin her life she can.

"By the way Alicia might be visiting so beware" I say before I leave the room.

I put on leggings and a shirt that says New York on it. I put on some foundation and mascara.

I walk across the street and knock on the door. Debbie opens the door and wraps her arms around me pulling me in for a hug.

"um" i say

"I'm sorry about your uncle"

"Yeah it's okay Debbie i don't need your pity" i say then pat her on the back

I hate when people pity me. I don't need you to apologize for something you had nothing to do with. I hate it when people try and understand.

"is Carl home" i ask

she rolls her eyes and i smile. "yeah he's upstairs". i start to walk up the stairs when debbie stops me by saying "i think he really likes you". i ignore her comment and countinue to walk upstairs.