Our Little Secret

Wanna Get Out of Here?

"So, how did your interview go?" Debbie asked, looking over the counter at Ian who was feeding Franny a can of SpaghettiO's.

"I think it went pretty well. Apparently they will be calling the people who got the job," Ian shrugged, though he was really hoping he got the job, he needed it after quitting his previous EMT job.

"I'm sure you'll get it. I beefed up your resume a bit but not so much that you'll seem like a liar if they asked you something you don't know how to," Debbie laughed, flipping a pancake on the griddle.

"Thanks for getting that interview Debs. I know I already talked to you about why I quit my last job but I should have had something else lined up," Ian sighed, offering another bite of the food to Franny.

"Hey, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault and no one should ever have to go through anything like that. I'm just glad you had enough savings to hold you over while we looked for a new job," Debbie's face softened a bit and Ian took a moment to look at her. Sometimes he forgot that Debbie was still only a mere nineteen years old but just like him, and everyone one of their siblings, were forced to grow up too soon.

"Thanks, Debs," Ian smiled, handing Franny her sippy cup of juice after feeding her the last bite of food.

"Hey, Ian," Lip called from the living room, Ian kissed Franny's head, sitting the empty jar on the counter and heading to the living room, taking the offered beer from his brother.

"What's up?" He asked, sitting on the coffee table, Lip and Fiona both looking at him for a silent second.

"We just wanted to see how you were holding up. Debbie told us you had an interview at the governors office and wanted to make sure you were ready to start working again," Lip explained, watching his brother take a swig of the beer.

"I am okay. I'm holding up. Therapy is going good and I'm still taking my meds. I'm not gonna lie, I'm still struggling a bit but I've gotta get out. Be around other people, work and stay busy mentally-"

"Mentally busy? Just take some coke or meth you'll be fine," Frank's voice suddenly boomed through the room as he walked in from the kitchen.

"Shut up, Frank," Fiona snapped sitting up and glaring at their father. Ever since Fiona's wedding none of them had quite had the patients for him, especially Fiona.

"What? Man says he needs to keep mentally busy to keep his mind off of his past traumas, drugs are the best way to go," Frank argues like he truly believe what he's saying.

"Yeah, sorry, Frank. But I don't really wanna end up like you," Ian rolled his eyes sitting his beer down when Frank turned towards him.

"Like me? You wish to be half the man I am," Frank chuckled and Ian just looked away not wanting to give into his shit.

"Oh that's right. You couldn't be anything like me anyway you what with all your mental instabilities-" Frank didn't even get a chance to finish before Ian's fist was slamming against his jaw. He heard Fiona's gasp, Debbie's worried shout from the kitchen and Lip calling his name but he didn't care, slamming his fist into Frank's face again.

"Ian, stop!" Lip yelled, grabbing him around the waist and hauling him backwards.

"Just stop, look at him, you knocked him out it's all good," Lip cautioned, gesturing to Frank. Ian looked over and he surely was passed out with a stream of blood trailing from his nose to this cheek.

"I'm gonna go, I don't wanna be here when he wakes up," Ian sniffed, going to step around Lip but was pulled into a hug.

"He deserved it, don't feel bad. He deserves everything he gets. It's not on you to feel bad when he talks shit. Call me when you find out about that job," Lip patted his back.