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 was sat in the living room with my siblings while we waited on Jimmy to come down and make us breakfast. We were watching some shitty show on the TV, still half asleep.
The rattling of the doorknob to the locked front door tore my attention away from the screen, a thud followed quickly after and I sat up straight, a frown forming on my lips.
"Fuck!" A familiar voice yelled from outside. Debbie jumped off the couch from her place beside me, "Daddy!" she gasped. Me and my brothers groaned, "Debs, leave him," I told her, reaching out to take her wrist.
She moved away and began heading for the door, dodging Ian and Lip trying to grab her. "Debbie, don't let him!" Ian called. "Debs, stop!"
It was too late, she's unlocked the door and Frank practically fell in, drunk off his ass, why am I not surprised? "Hi, daddy!" Debbie grinned, helping him stay steady. Frank let out a belch, "I- I need to lie down," he slurred.
"Shit," I sighed as my brothers and I each looked at each other before bouncing to our feet and speeding towards the stairs. I followed Ian, hearing the footsteps of the other two behind me. Since Lip had gotten his own room, I had been upgraded to top bunk and there is no way Frank was stealing that.
Fiona had just stepped out of the bathroom in a towel as we bounded through the hall, "Woah!" she yelled, "What's going on?" she asked, moving back against the wall so we could get past.
"Frank, drunk, looking for a bed!" Lip told her and Ian, Carl and I ran into our shared room. "Who the hell let him?" Fiona growled, we began moving our drawer, pushing it towards the door. "Debbie," I informed her.
"We begged her not to," Ian added as we turned the drawer so it was blocking the doorway to our room. "He's not hot-bunking my bed!" Lip huffed, probably doing the same to his door. "Why can't he sleep on the porch?" Carl whined, "It's warm enough!"
"I want my old bed back!" Frank yelled from downstairs. "Oh hell no!" Fiona roared before darting off to her room and slamming her door. Just then I heard uneven footsteps come up into the hall. Debbie was helping Frank walk.
"Morning, Frank," Jimmy said and I noticed he was sitting on the toilet this whole time. "This is my house!" Frank cried, stumbling and Debbie kept him steady. "It's okay, daddy, you can sleep in my room."
She steered him towards her room and we wedged out from our room. "Wouldn't do it, Debs," Lip warned, "He's especially ripe this morning." Carl groaned, "Frank smells like dog piss!"
Our father spun on his heel, "Not dog piss!" he stated, "Gary, the homeless guy," he corrected making me grimace. "Come on, daddy," Debbie tugged Frank into her room and it went silent.
We walked through the hall to Debbie's room, Frank was passed out on her bed, some sort of covering under him so he doesn't stain any sheets. "Hey, that's my tent!" Carl objected. Debbie shoved his shoulders, "I'll hose it off after he wakes up."
