1955 S Trumball Ave

Chap. 1

It was a raining. Heavily.

"Fuck me..." I whispered to myself while staring out the window of the bus. We just passed by the big "Welcome to Illinois!" sign, and I sat there still dumbfounded that I'm even here in this state in the first place.  I was on my way to south side Chicago to meet my family. Well, my real family. I was always under the impression that the people I was living with in florida was my family but I was proven wrong once I answered the phone two days ago. Those wonderful people were actually my adopted parents that raised me from child birth all the way until I was my current age of 22 years. My real parents, were Monica and Frank Gallagher. As i suspected my birth parents gave me up for adoption because they were more interested in getting fucked up on what ever they could get their hands on. "Sad...." i thought to myself as I thought about the talk mom and dad had with me about them again. God, why does it play in my head like a record that never ends?

Flash back:
"Mom, who is Frank and Monica?" I asked my mom while walking into the office room in our home. My mother's facial structure went from her usual happy and confident to more of a 'honey we need to talk' kind of look.

"Baby girl.. it's time we've had a talk" she spoke, sitting me down at the desk in the room adjacent to the window. I sat willingly, twiddling my thumbs as i went. She smiled sweetly, the wrinkles in her face showing alittle more as she spoke.

"Well baby, Frank and Monica Gallagher are actually your birth parents. Your father and I took you in when you were just a couple months old.. we were friends with the Gallaghers just a long time ago. They came and visited us down here, and when they showed up they had not alot of baggage, smelt bad and had a small infant in their arms. That baby, clearly, was you. We took you in as a favor to both them and mainly you.. they couldnt provide for you as they were hardcore drug users, and already had six kids to take care of. We were already searching for a child to love and we thought well... we don't want another child to be put into the system..."

End of flashback

That scenario was playing in my head for the past week since it happened. The phone call was from Frank, my real father. I guess something had happened and there was an issue with them trying to keep the house they were staying in and wanted some help. That night, my parents (well, my adoptive parents) and i decided maybe it was time for me to go to Chicago and visit the family i've never known..

Later that day
The bus pulled into the terminal and as all the passengers shuffled off the bus, i took the time to stand up and stretch. I stand at about 5"2, and a meek 145. Pretty much average but i still enjoyed stretching and exercising if i could help it. I got off the bus after being satisfied with my stretch and got my things from the driver and thanked him. Then i immediately realized i forgot who i was looking for. I panicked and looked around. Everyone was kinda going off in their own direction, and i grabbed my phone out if my pocket ready to call back home to ask who i was looking for again. As i was dialing the number a black car peeled into the parking lot, and a tall skinny woman with long brown hair got out the car.

"Hey I'm so sorry we ran into a issue with frank back home... I'm Fiona." She spoke, running her hand through her hair.

"Dahlia." I replied. I didnt know really what to say or do.

"Well. Uh. Yeah lets get your stuff in the car and get going yeah?" She said smiling and i knodded, smiling back. She atleast means well. We got my bags into the trunk of the car, and then got in. A guy with brown hair was sitting in the front, and beside me in the back seat was a child sound asleep.

"Wow, you guys must have money or something.." i said looking around the car. Fiona laughed, and looked back at me.

"No, this is steve's car. Our family actually doesnt have much other than eachother." I knodded.

"And steve would be...?" I asked in confusion. The child beside me stirred in his sleep. "And who is this kid?" I added.

The guy driving rose his hand.

"I'm steve. I'm Fiona's boyfriend" he spoke.

"And the child is Liam. He's your-well our younger brother. You have a couple more siblings you'll meet when we get back to the house" she spoke again nicely. So far I could tell that she's got alot on her plate but for being my older sister shes not bad.

As we drove through the city we managed to get to the more poor parts of the city, and then finally the car stopped infront of a large house.

"Well. This is home, welcome". Fiona said smiling. I looked out the window at the house. There was a small front lawn, with a guy literally asleep against the fence. On the porch there was a kid with really curly blond hair smoking a cigarette next to a girl with pitch black hair, really skinny and she (in my eyes) was cute.

We all got out of the car and i grabbed Liam figuring i might as well give Fiona a break from her work as a sister/mother. Steve grabbed my bags and Fiona rubbed my back and pointed at the guy sleeping against the fence.

"That's Frank." I knodded, poking him with my dirty converse. So this was my father?

The girl on the porch snorted and started laughing. I looked up at her and the guy she was sitting with.

"That's Lip, your oldest brother that we know of. And Mandy, his girlfriend." They waved, and i gently smiled. I really feel so out of place.

Then a something broke the window and all hell pretty much broke loose.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Fiona screamed and i couldnt help but laugh.

"$10 says carl hurled something out the window" Mandy said not even paying attention to the broken glass behind her and lip.

"Keep your money. It was Carl. Him and Debbie made some kind of bet that one of them could throw the hardest" Lip said, taking his cig and passing it to her. She smiled and shook her head.

"And you guys didnt fuckin' stop them? For fucks sake" Fiona said, running into the house. I looked at Steve in honest bewilderment.

"Who's Carl and Who's Debbie?" I asked, looking at him.

"Your siblings. It goes like this..
Fiona is the oldest. Then lip, then I guess you, then Ian, Carl, Debbie, and finally Liam"  he said helping me get my stuff into the house.

Man my birth parents like to fuck.