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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Trigger Warning: Abuse
I spent the first half-hour of the class thinking about what Mandy had said. Was Mickey actually getting married? It hurt to think about, I really thought he was beginning to open up. Who was he marrying? Why was he marrying her? Is he being forced?
I was so frustrated, I felt like crying. But I was still in the middle of a history class which I had no interest in paying attention to.
I glanced over at Mandy who was in the row beside mine, a seat forward, I checked the teacher wasn't looking before leaning across, "Is Mickey seriously getting married?" I whispered.
She looked back at me, "Yeah, like in a couple weeks," she whispered back with a nod. "Jesus," I sighed, "To who? I didn't even know he was seeing anyone."
"Well, I don't think he was seeing her so much as he was doing her," Mandy stated, raising her dark eyebrows as a small smirk appeared on her lips. "So why is he marrying her?" I asked.
"She's knocked up," Mandy shrugged. I scoffed, "So? I don't get it," I confessed, "Is your dad making him?" I wondered.
Mandy rolled her eyes, "I don't know, why do you give a shit?" She shook her head lightly before turning back to draw on the desk. I swallowed thickly and slumped back into my chair with a sigh.
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After overthinking it for the rest of the school day, I decided to go to an abandoned building in the hope of finding Mickey.
To my luck, when I ran up the stairs that were about to collapse, I walked into a large room and found him. His black hair was a scruffy mess as he sat leaning against a wall, a half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand.
"So is it true?" I asked, walking further into the room, "You're getting married?" Mickey didn't answer. "So, uh, so it is?" I demanded, "Is it Angie Zagho or some other piece of trash you screw so you can pretend I don't matter to you?"
I watched Mickey sigh and toss the bottle lid across the room, my nostrils flared and I noticed another bottle on the floor. I stomped over and picked it up before launching it at a wall, the glass shattering on impact.
"Hey, what the fuck Gallagher?" Mickey yelled making me throw my arms up. "Oh! He speaks!" I scoffed, watching him stand up and walk for the door.
I followed him outside, "So that's it, we're over?" I guessed as Mickey kept walking, "Your dad beats the shit out of us and you're just gonna get married, no conversation? Nothing?"
I jogged to reach him and I grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to make him look at me, "Get the fuck off me," he snapped, flinching away from me. I scoffed, "Oh, you wanna bash?" I raised my eyebrows, "That make you feel like a man?" I growled and took a step forward, "Come on, go ahead, do it!"
