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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It was good while it lasted, mom being there. What we all thought would be different this time has now plummeted back into routine.
Turns out where Monica got all her money from was our very own squirrel fund, which we spent so much time and effort working on and she spent it all in a heartbeat. On drugs, a car, dolls. She even managed to get arrested and almost get Carl killed by letting him drive the damn car.
But now, Monica won't get out of bed.
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Most of us sat in the kitchen, Fiona was collecting everything Grammy bought us to sell and hopefully start saving up enough money again.
"What else did Grammy buy you guys?" Fiona checked, walking through from the living room. She spotted Liam sitting in his highchair, iPad in front of him, she walked over to him, "Sorry buddy, gotta sell everything."
Carl took a seat next to me at the breakfast bar as Debbie walked down the stairs with a glum look, "She still won't get out of her room," she told us.
Fiona placed her hands on her hips and looked over at Debs, "I told you not to go up there, leave her alone." Debbie scowled and stomped behind the counter. Carl looked up at me, "I know what I want for Christmas," he informed.
"Well, how's she gonna eat?" Debbie demanded, screwing her forehead. "An AR15 rifle," Carl stated making me scoff. "You're not getting a rifle," I shook my head.
"She'll figure it out when she gets hungry," Fiona shrugged, heading back into the living room. "Is something wrong with her?" Debbie wondered, "She hasn't gotten out of bed for days!"
Fiona returned with more toys to add to the collection, "It's what she does," Fi sighed. "What is?" Debbie pried, her eyes never leaving Fiona. Little Hank has a rifle," Carl tried. I shot him a look, "Little Hank's being raised by wolves!"
"Mom's bipolar, Debs," Ian told her from my side. Debbie cocked her head in confusion, "Like the north and south pole?" she wondered. Ian narrowed his eyes, "Sort of," he shrugged.
"What can we do to help?" Debs questioned. I reached out and touched her arm, "Not much, just wait it out." Debbie threw her arms up, "For how long?" she cried.
Fiona walked over, "Until she snaps out of it, which she always does, it just takes time," she explained. Debbie stared at the ground, "I wish Lip were here," she pouted, "You should call him, he'll know what to do..."
I sighed, watching her. "There's nothing to do Debs, it is what it is," Fiona muttered. Debbie looked down, I tilted my head, "I'll see if I can get her up," I stated, grabbing a plate of toast and a mug of coffee.
I jumped up and headed for the stairs, ignoring Fiona calling, "Alyssa, don't!"
