❝ 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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"Here we go." Hannah muttered as she opened the back door of the house, Liam in her arms and the twins trailing behind her.
"Hannah." Debbie smiled.
"Hey." The redhead smiled at her youngest sister, glancing over at Fiona before putting Liam down in his highchair.
"I hope he wasn't too much trouble last night." Fiona said, greeting Liam with a kiss.
Adam shook his head, "He's a freaking angel."
Fiona smiled, "Good."
Elodie raised an eyebrow and gestured at the newly baked cookies on the counter, "Why are you baking at 7 AM?"
"My probation officer's coming today and I'm freaking out." Fiona explained, beginning to move the cookies from the tray to a plate. She looked over at Debbie, "Is your room clean?"
"Why does my room need to be clean?" Debbie asked.
"She's gonna tear the joint apart, looking for anything that can get me in trouble."
Debbie shrugged, "I only have, like, clothes and school stuff and makeup."
"Debs, just do me this one favor, okay?" Fiona asked, "I can't take any chances."
Debbie let out a scoff, "I'm not the one who left the cocaine out-"
"Do it." Fiona snapped.
"God." Debbie rolled her eyes, storming upstairs.
Feeling eyes on her, Fiona looked up and met Hannah's gaze, "I don't need your judgement right now."
Hannah shrugged as she gave Liam his tang, "Snapping at her won't make her listen any more than she usually does." She muttered as Carl came downstairs.
"Hungry." The boy moaned.
"We have half a bag of cereal. Two packs of oatmeal, and four frozen waffles." Fiona listed off, making Carl let out a groan.
"Don't be so glum, Asswipe." Hannah smiled, reaching into her backpack and taking out a large paper bag, "We stopped by the diner to pick up some bacon sandwiches for breakfast."
A wide grin spread across Carl's face as he hugged his sister, reaching into the bag and taking out a wrapped sandwich, "Awesome! You're the best!"
"You need to clean your room before school." Fiona told the boy, "Get rid of anything that can make me look like a bad parent."
The pout on Carl's face made Fiona give him a stern look, "Go. Now."
Carl looked up at Hannah.
"Go." She told him gently, taking the wrapped food from him, "I'll make sure it's heated up when you're done, okay?"
