The Niece // Carl Gallagher (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8

Debbie and I stand by the pool together. As she lights up candles, I set them afloat in there pool.
Debbie helped me get ready for the party a lil early when I got back from helping Carl and Lip.
I'm wear a black skater skirt with a white long long sleeves crop top and my converse.

"Oh welcome!" Debbie smiles to a group of people who walk through the yard and directs them to the beers.

Lucky for me I came prepared with 3 blunts and a new fresh pack and my own bottle. Fireball. I blew the rest of my mothers money just for Debbie's party.

As Debbie continues to talk to the guests arriving as more come, I light up the blunt, taking a nice two puffs, then proceed to that a swig out of the bottle.  I hear something electric with wheels roll up behind me by the pool.

I turn around and saw Carl. He put his hand out, a silent gesture for a shot. I hand him the bottle, taking another puff.

"Well someone came prepared." Carl raised an eyebrow at me, smirking.

I laughed, looking down at the young attractive male.

We stood there in silence, watching people drink more and more of franks homemade beer.

"So what made you come to this shit hole?" Carl breaks the silence. Out of anything else he could have said, he just had to ask the one question that cuts into me the worst.

I look down, not making eye contact and clean my throat awkwardly.

"Long story."

Carl nods silently in understandment.

"You can talk to me, you know?" He says quietly. This is the most serious I've seen him since I came here.

"Moms a druggy and drunk. Dads AWOL. I had to get out of there." I said shortly.

Carl looks at me with sadness and sympathy.

"I know how it is. My mom disappeared on us when we were really young." Carl quietly says.

"And you know Frank. He's a drunk. He just got a new liver and he still won't stop drinking, even if it hurts him."

I look at Carl and silently hug him. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly. We stay like that for a moment before he lets go.

"Well I'm gonna go inside. Drunk bitches need my services." He smirks at me. "The offer is still up for being my first client."

I laugh at him and push his shoulder.

"Shut up, you're a fucking dork."

He smiles, the first genuine smile I've seen him with. My heart flutters.

Suddenly I felt my phone start vibrating in my pocket, confusing me since the only person who has that number is my mother.
I take my phone out and open it. My eyes widen in terror seeing the messages.

Mom: Where the fuck are you?!
Mom: My money's missing. Your fucking dead. I will find you.

My heart drops into my stomach. After 3 days, almost 4, she realizes I'm gone. I stare at my phone in terror. What am I going to do.

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I sit inside the house, my bottle with only 1/4th left. I'm extremely intoxicated. The messages from my mother set me over the edge. I ended up throwing my phone and breaking it, scared my mom will find my location through it.

Debbie walks into the house and sees a broken glass on the ground. She doesn't look too happy. I stand up, stumbling a little bit, laughing and wobble over to her.