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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Mickey and his brothers showed up in no time, armed with baseball bats, ready to beat the shit out of the child rapist.
We formed a clump as we practically stormed down the street towards the offenders' house. We passed a small group of guys on the way, "The fuck is this little parade?" One of the guys asked.
"Kid fucker, next block," Terry stated, smoke in his mouth as he led the charge. The group of guys joined instantly, bringing their wrenches and spanners from the car they were working on.
We reached the house and entered the garden, we crowded on the front porch steps. Terry knocked on the door as Ian and Mickey stood behind him. I heard the door open and I looked over Mickey's shoulder to see that a blonde woman had answered.
"May I help you?" she asked nervously. "We're looking for Blake Collins," Terry stated and the woman's eyes closed. She let out a sigh, "I'm Blake Collins."
"Oh shit," Ian gasped, "You're the eighth-grade teacher who screwed her student, right?" he guessed and I remembered hearing about it, "You were on TV," Ian added.
"I didn't screw William, I loved him and I did my time, I paid for my mistake, if love can be called a mistake," she stated as her eyes scanned over us all, "I'm sure there are real criminals you can beat up if you have the inclination."
Her lips downturned, "Now please, may I close my door?" she asked. Terry shifted on his feet, "Yeah, yeah," he nodded. I frowned as the fact she was escaping because she was a girl.
The door shut and we heard the lock click, Terry turned around, "Shit, let's go find a camel jockey," he shrugged and brushed past us. We walked out of her garden and most of the group left, leaving me, Mickey, Ian and Lip on the sidewalk.
I looked at the three guys, Lip was the only one who looked remotely pissed, "What? Just cause she's a woman, we let her off?" I threw my arms up and Ian raised his eyebrows at me.
"We should still do something," Lip stated, nodding in agreement. "You thinking gang-bang?" Mickey wondered as he lit a cigarette. The three of us stared at him, "Uh, no," Lip scoffed.
"She fucks little kids," Lip raised his voice. Ian sighed, "It was one kid and he wasn't that little," he shrugged. Lip furrowed his eyebrows, "Look, he was 14, she was his teacher, we really want a pedophile living in the neighbourhood?"
We began walking along the street, "Shit if I was 14 and had a teacher who looked like that and wanted it?" Mickey smirked, "Damn, I'm getting wood just thinking about it!" he stated causing me to roll my eyes.
We came to a house where a girl was sitting smoking on her front porch, "Yo, Angie!" Mickey called. The girl looked up, "Yeah?" she called back. "Wanna fuck?" Mickey asked and I scoffed. "Sure!" she yelled and Mickey took off towards the house.
