Southside trash

Chapter eight

I walk in wasted out of my mind being at a party most of the night the whole family including lip was sitting at the table in complete silence " hey Rowan can we talk " lip says while Fiona holds something in her hand " sure " I say " what the hell is this and why do you have it " Fiona says slightly raising her voice  " questioning me for fucking drugs , but everyone else is free to fuck them self but me " I say back swaying around " WHY DO FUCKING HAVE IT " Fiona says screaming   " because , my life is a damn train reck  I take Xanax because I can't always get Perk 10s and when I do I fly through them so quick just to quiet what I think that ROWAN TRY FUCKING HARDER TO FUCKING DIE CAUSE YOU DIDNT WHEN YOU WERE 13 I use it to make it okay to have a boyfriend that thinks of me of a just a piece of ass and pretty much whore the fuck around just like my mom and enjoy the rush of drugs like my dad and think I'm pretty bad not to ever see my sister or my brother in fucking jail for attempt murder for beating my dads ass after beating me so bad I stayed in the house with the" flu " for two weeks and that I was a mother but fucking aborted the baby because I would be my parents and pawn it off to the closest person to my right and that I'm the fucking biggest burden to this family that I feel out of place ever since  I came to live here because I know I should of went to foster care but I'm selfish and only think about my self " I say with blank stares looking at me " that's what I fucking thought , but it's not Fiona's fault for not doing the right thing or lips fault for not being a brother or father figure to me or Ian's for not having more secret late night talks or debs for not listening to what I have to say or Carl for ditching me for whores it's me cause that's what I've learned to know and how I'm not a Gallagher I'm an Escobar and I cope and deal with my own shit myself cause if there's a problem with something I fix it and I try and fix myself to try and have better grades and not to have a addictive personality but that is a trait I share with my parents and I wasn't good enough to man up like Fiona did to bust her ass to make sure my brother and sister and who ever needed me and caring for just myself and if I ever hurt anyone this is the last night that will happen cause I'm quitting everything including school I'm getting a job and working for my part in deal I should of thought of when I was twelve " I say walking around a confused Carl . " drunk words are sober thoughts fi , just let her do it " lip said sounding defeated

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