violet gallagher // shameless

54- going AWOL after recovery?

i lay on the couch that night, smoking a fresh rolled joint when the front door opened again. carl came in followed by fiona.

"he's upstairs." carl said.

"who?" fiona asked back. "oh, hey, vi!" she greeted me.

"hey." i waved back, without getting up. but a few seconds later i got up tho and looked at them walking up the stairs. i decided to follow. i mean i had nothing better to do.

"our favorite man on this planet." i muttered as i took another drag, tasting the weed.

fiona turned around and looked at me with an asking look. i shrugged. i didn't wanna ruin the great suprise by telling her.

carl opened the door to our bedroom and we entered. the second i put my feet into the room, i could fucking smell him.

"gross." i mumbled.

"oh." fiona snapped. "but no. fuck no."

"that's what i told ya." i looked at carl and lay down on the lower bunk bed.

"also he stinks like shit what the hell." fiona commented.

"tony brought him back. he's been asleep the whole time. i tried to wake him but he's out cold." carl said.

"belive me, he's not sleeping." fiona scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her, taking a step to frank. i watched them, taking another drag.

"he's really sick!" carl snapped.

"oh, really sick? alright." fi snapped back.

"i don't think he can make it downstairs. he won't be any trouble."

"no." fiona and i said at the same time. she gave me a thanking look.

"i don't get a vote?" carl asked.

"not really, no." fiona started walking outside, followed by carl. "i'm gonna call kev, and he's gonna help me find a park bench, somewhere far far away to dump him."

"he's dying!"

"no, he's killing himself, there's a difference." i called from the bedroom.

"thanks, vi for your support" carl said ironically.

"carl, violet is right." i heard fiona saying.

"i can take care of him."

"no!"

"yes!"

"no!"

"yes!" carl snapped.

for a few seconds everything was silent.

"fine. but you brought him home. he's your puppy. he makes a mess on the rug, you're cleanin' it up." she said. then i heard steps and carl walking in again, looking at our father.

"good luck with that, carl."

he turned around and looked at me.

"thank you."

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sharing a room with my so called 'father' wasn't really a gift. he still smelled like shit.i woke up pretty late this morning so i decided to skip school. i would be late for 2 hours in any way, so who cares?

i fucking don't.

i looked at my bed, in which frank still lay for 2 days now. the smell coming from him really killed me.

"you still fuckin here?" i asked from the top bunk bed. he mumbled something in response. i took a deep breath and looked down at him. he was pale and honestly he really looked hella sick.