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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I drove Mickey and his cousins to Rick's house in a van they had. Mickey sat in the passengers' seat beside me as I reversed into the driveway.
I parked up and Mickey looked at me, "You stayin' here and keeping watch, right?" he checked. I nodded, "Mmh hmm."
The boys jumped out and opened the side of the van, I looked back to see Mickey pulling out guns from a bag and handing them to his cousins. "Hey, no fucking guns!" I hissed, "It's just a drunk old lady!"
Mickey bit his lip and nodded, "Come on," he muttered while taking them back. He looked at me one last time before running off towards the house with his cousins.
I sighed loudly and began lighting a cigarette, tapping my foot against the floor. I suddenly heard footsteps approaching fast. I whipped my head to look back but before I knew what was happening, lips were on mine.
Mickey pulled back from kissing me and turned to run off again, flipping me off on the process as he left me sitting with a dumb smile on my face.
///
They were running back and forth from the house and I was helping them put the different items in the back of the van. The van was filling up fast with paintings, vases, watches, cutlery and carpets.
Me and Mickey's cousin were pulling a table into the van when we heard a loud clang from the house. We paused, "Fuck..."
A gunshot made me gasp and I scurried to move back to the driver's seat and watched as Mickey and his cousin came sprinting out the house and across the lawn.
Another gunshot went off and Mickey flew a good few feet into the air. He groaned in pain when he got into the van, "Fucking drive! Drive, drive, drive!" He demanded.
I was staring at him as I started the van, "Mickey, you got shot!" I began driving and Mickey winced when the van bounced going onto the road, "Yes, I fucking know I got shot!"
///
I slammed on the brakes when we got back to my house. I jumped out the van and helped Mickey's cousin get him inside while he other one drove away.
I texted Rick on the way and told him to come to the house and help Mickey. Luckily, he was a surgeon.
We had to dodge a bunch of day-care kids to get Mickey into the kitchen and lean him against the counter. Just then, Rick walked in, dressed in his scrubs and Mickey looked back and saw him.
"Are you kidding me?" he groaned. "Stay there," I told him and reached to grab a towel. "Just one fucking old lady, huh?" he asked and I pressed the towel to the wound on Mickey's ass and he let out a loud yell.
