HUMBLE ¤ Carl Gallagher

eighteen

"What the fuck are you doing here Mason?" I asked angrily.

"Woah woah woah, don't speak to your f-father that way!" My mother slurred.

"He's not my father, and are you fucking drunk?" I yelled.

"She's fine. I gave her a sedative so she would stop throwing shit at me." Mason spoke.

"Fuck off." I stormed off to my room. I slammed my door and laid in my bed.

I closed my eyes and wished the whole thing would go away.

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When I woke up at nine, Mason was shaking me awake.

"What the fuck?" I rolled over. "Leave so I can change." I demanded. "Need me to take you to school tomorrow?" He asked.

"What school do I go to? Do you even know?" "Clayton." "I don't have school. I'm on break."

"Oh." He stated awkwardly. "Then where ya headed?" He asked.

"Work." I stated snarkily. I really was just going to Carl's. But he didn't need to know that.

"Your mom didn't tell me you had a job." "I work at Patsy's Pies."

"I'll drive you." "I can drive myself." "You're not going anywhere unless I drive you."

"Fuck, why?" "First of all, we don't talk like that in this house. And two, because your mother told me you've been runing around with a Gallagher. I won't allow that."

If looks could kill....

"What the fuck?" "Launguge!" He scolded. I flipped him off.

"The Gallaghers are dirty, conniving people. You don't want someone like that."

"Fuck off. Carl isn't dirty or conniving. Neither are his siblings."

"Really? I hear Phillip went to rehab recently, and Ian is bipolar. Debbie has a baby, and Carl went to prison for drugs. That's not what I call clean."

"Shut the fuck up. You don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't want to end up like Mandy, do you?" He asked, a serious look on his face.

"Get the fuck out." I rolled my eyes.
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Ian

Ian: Monica's dad showed up

Threatened and tried to kill Frank

Me: fr?

Ian: Like five minutes after you left

Me: oh shit

What did he want?

Other than Frank's head mounted on his wall

Ian: Bury Monica

Service is being arranged

You comin?
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I wanted to respond, but I was called down to dinner.

Mom was still acting weird. Not drunk or high though. Not that.

"How was your day sweetie?" Mason asked my mother.