"I'm going to walk right up to him and say I'm fucking your daughter, sound good?"
I stop in my tracks and stare at my idiotic boyfriend. Him meeting my so-called father was not my idea.
Carl Gallagher. Total badass, or so he thinks. A delinquent from the South Side. I've fell head-over-heels in love with this boy. Cheesy, I know. "Shut the fuck up, Gallagher." I scoff and walk up the front steps to my father's shitty home.
"Don't shake it, cupcake. I've got this." he smirked, oh god his smirk drives me wild. No matter how much I want to punch him square in the nose, I can't help but roll my eyes and keep walking.
Any girl at school would admit that he's the sexiest guy to ever walk the halls, but of course i'd beat them senseless.
"Come on, Rion. You move slower than a grandma." Carl scoffs. I turn quick and punch him before making my way into the place I dread most.
The same shit-hole I grew up in. Tattered walls, aroma of smoke and spilt alcohol, broken windows covered in plastic with shattered glass on the floor, cool.
I walk down the hall with Carl trying to rush me, so I stop every now and then and laugh when he bumps into me. It was all fun and games until I ran into the devil himself.
"Rion,"
It's more of an unusual thing that I bring a guy i've been dating to my father's home. Last time I did, I was in the seventh grade. But now i'm almost eighteen and graduating high school. No longer am I living in this dump either.
"What're you doing here?" he scoffed.
"Don't worry, I didn't want to be here either. But mister juvenile delinquent over here wanted to check out my sorry excuse of a father." I give my dad a cheeky smile.
I wasn't raised the way I should have been. Matter of fact I wasn't raised by him at all. A young girl Alice from an apartment complex down the road would watch me while my father was out doing drug deals.
Carl did sell drugs too. But after he had gotten out of juvie, he met me. I did anything I was capable of to keep his mind on me only. That was two years ago.
Now we are here. Pathetically sitting with a scumbag, that I debate with myself on whether or not I actually hate him.
No matter how much I fight with myself, I don't have the heart to hate the only closest part of family I have.
Point is, he met my dad. It went better than I had thought. Now for the good stuff.
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