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 between Ian and Monica at the dinner table as we all chattered away. Kevin walked through from the kitchen with the large turkey which was now cooked in his arms, "Here we go!" he grinned.
"Good job, baby!" Veronica praised, Kevin set the turkey down at the head of the table opposite Frank. I smiled and looked to my side, Monica was staring at the table, "You okay?" I wondered, my mom nodded.
"Alright, let's eat!" Frank clasped his hands together. My little brother reached for the turkey, Veronica who sat in front of him slapped his hand away, "Uh-uh! We haven't said grace!" she scolded.
"I'll say it, I'll say grace!" Frank stated, "Hold hands!" I joined hands with Ian and Monica while Frank cleared his throat.
"Dear Lord, thank you for this food that we're about to eat. Thank you for bringing my Monica back to me. And please make my brother Clayton burn in hell for all eternity when the time comes, amen."
We eyed Frank before hesitantly chanting, "Amen!" Frank gave us all a nod, "Pass the stuff around, let's go!" he ordered.
We started passing food around and filling our plates with veg and mashed potatoes. "You gonna carve the turkey?" Fiona asked, "I'm starving!" Frank stood up, "I'm carving! I am the man of the house!"
Monica rose from her seat and placed her hand on my shoulder, "I'm gonna go wash my hands," she told me. "Okay." She walked away and into the kitchen.
"Fiona, is Lip coming?" Debbie asked, jumping in her seat slightly. "Want me to call him?" Steve offered, Debs nodded frantically. "Uh, he knows what time we're eating," Fiona shrugged, "Mashed potatoes please?"
"Who likes dark meat?" Frank asked. Carl threw his hand up, "Me!" Kevin nodded, "Me too. Oh and in my turkey also," he smirked. Ian laughed next to me, "Eww!"
There was a knock at the front door and Debbie jumped up, "I invited Conrad, that okay?" she smiled. I frowned, "Conrad?" I asked. "My homeless guy from the pool," she explained running to the door.
The homeless guy walked inside, "Everyone, this is Conrad," Debbie introduced, we all waved at shot 'hi's in his direction.
My and Ian were practically shovelling turkey into our mouths. "Much better than bald eagle," Fiona chuckled to Steve. "Hey! We're still eating that. We're gonna roast it, bake it, fry it, I don't care," Kevin insisted. I chuckled, "We could always have it for Christmas," I shrugged.
We heard clattering from the kitchen and paused our actions, "What was that?" Fiona asked, standing up. Her and Kev walked towards the kitchen while the rest of us stood to follow them.
"Holy fuck!" Kevin shouted.
A loud gasp left my throat when I walked into the kitchen. Monica was laying on the floor, blood pooled around her, pouring out from the vertical slits on her wrists. I spun around and collided into Ian's chest, his arms locked around me instantly.
