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 with a few of my siblings at the kitchen table, discussing what to do next after the plan to prove Aunt Ginger was crazy failed.
Fiona finally walked in, all dirty from work, she came through to the kitchen with Jimmy behind her and we all looked at her. "We've reconvened the Cousin Patrick War Council," Lip told her from beside me.
Fiona sighed, "No luck on the legal front?" she asked. "No," Lip shook his head, "It turns out it's hard to prove someone had dementia when they signed a will."
"In our case," I added, "Very fucking hard." Ian rested his elbows on the table, "Cause she was already dead," he explained. "What was option two again?" Fiona wondered while looking at Debbie.
"We're on three now," she corrected, "Convince Patrick to back off," Debs recited. "Or option four: kill Patrick!" Carl suggested hopefully, a grin on his face making me reach over the table and swat his arm to shut him up.
"Back to three...convince him how?" Fi asked, scanning us all. I glanced at Lip who nodded, "Well, there's one idea," I told her as Mandy turned in her seat to look up at Fiona.
"We get my brothers to go around and scare him a little," she stated with a small smile. Fiona's face dropped and she scoffed, "No way!" she shook her head, "Enough with the brothers Milkovich!"
"Nothing fatal!" Mandy shrugged, "Hit him with a bat a couple times, a little pistol-whipping," she explained, "They'll want 500 for it but um, if I help Mickey move some meth next week, they'll settle for two," Mandy nodded.
"It's a discount beating," Lip tilted his head, "What do you say?" Fiona's jaw dropped, "Guy's we can't beat-"
"We. Need. A. House," Ian cut her off and looked up at her with a furrowed brow. After a moment, Fiona rolled her eyes and reached into her back pocket to pull out the cash she had on her to contribute to Mandy.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be scraping blood and shit from under my fingernails," Fiona told us with a clenched jaw, "Then I'll be at V's, getting drunk and pretending I didn't just order a hit on a relative!" She walked off into the living room.
I, like the rest of my siblings all reached into our own pockets to give Mandy any cash we had until it reached 200.
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I woke up the next morning to clanking from the bathroom. I looked around the room, my brother's were up apart from Liam in his cot.
I jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on jeans and one of Ian's shirts that were dumped on the floor before leaving the room. I peered into the bathroom to see our toilet being ripped out by Patrick's friends.
I rolled my eyes and headed downstairs to the kitchen, tying my messy, orange hair up on the way. "They're removing the damn toilets!" I huffed when I reached the bottom of the stairs.
