Being a Gallgher isn't easy, especially not for Ian's twin Alyssa Gallagher who lives on the southside with her many sibling and alcoholic father who drops in and out whenever he pleases.
Then there's the emotionless asshole who Alyssa just can't s...
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I sat in the kitchen with Monica as she fed Liam at the table. We heard footsteps trudging down the stairs, I looked over to see Fiona ushering Carl and Debbie down.
My two younger siblings had droopy eyes and hanging heads as they wandered down, "I'd trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep," Carl mumbled. "You're gonna be late for school," Fiona shoved the two towards the table.
"Hey, hope you're hungry, most important meal of the day!" Monica smiled. I looked to my side to see Carl who looked like he had fallen asleep where he stood, I chuckled, "Carl, sit."
He flopped into his chair with a groan, I smiled and stood up, reaching across the table to ruffle Debbie's before planting a kiss on Carl's forehead causing him to make a noise of disgust.
"Aly, eat your breakfast," Monica pointed at my full plate. "I gotta go, work. Sorry," I shrugged, pulling my jacket on. Monica sighed, "At least take some toast?"
I moved back to the table and picked up a slice causing Monica to smile, I stuck it in my mouth as I walked out the backdoor.
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As I approached the Kash and Grab, I noticed Ian standing outside. I frowned in confusion until I saw the large hole in the window, then the bent gate.
"Well this is a great start to the day," I stated, reaching his side, "What happened?" I wondered. "Take a wild guess," he scoffed taking a step forward. He reached the window and stepped over the glass, I followed and stepped inside.
"Holy shit..."
The store was completely trashed, there were items sprawled across the floor and toppled over shelves. There wasn't a clean space to be seen throughout the whole shop. I looked up at Ian with a dropped jaw.
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Workers came to fix the window, whilst Ian and I were on strict orders to clean up the inside, we started with picking up the shelves and putting them back in place. Now we were picking up salvageable items off the floor and sticking them back on the shelf.
"Fuck, hey." We saw Lip walk in, glancing around at the mess, "Those skinheads again?" he guessed. Ian shook his head lightly, "Mandy's dad heard the news."
Lip screwed up his eyebrows, "What? Aly and Mickey?" he wondered. I sighed, standing straight, "Mandy. Pregnant," I stated, staring at him. I'm the only one who knew about Lip and Mandy.
"Wow," he sighed. I discretely tilted my head at him in question, he stared at me puzzled for a few moments before realising. Lip shrugged.
Ian turned to face us, "He told Linda he's gonna put my feet in that meat slicer, work his way up," he shuddered. Lip frowned, "Linda call the cops?" he asked as the three of us walked over to the counter.
