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Cassie Gallagher was born to an alcoholic father and a dead beat mother. Being raised by her older sister was tough, but what was even worse was living under the same roof as her other six siblings. Family troubles, drugs, and sharin...
I threw on my shoes, making my way downstairs to find Steve sitting at our kitchen table.
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"Cassie right? You don't have school today?" He asked as I watched him drink coffee out of my mug. If there was one thing everyone in this house knew, it was don't use my coffee cup.
"Exams" I muttered "Our class has off" I grabbed myself a cold pancake from the table, giving Fiona a hug before heading out the door.
I wasn't supposed to work today, but my dumb twin brother called out last minute, which meant my day was stuck at Kash and Grab. I hated the job too, but at least I made an attempt to earn our family some money.
"Ian called out again?" Kash asked as I entered the store. I rolled my eyes knowing he probably didn't care, he just missed his fuck buddy.
"Maybe he got tired of being taken advantage of" I snapped, looking over at the rows of boxes lining the back shelf. Just my luck, the one day I cover Ian's shift it's inventory.
I heard Kash mutter something under his breath as I pulled the ladder across the store. I cringed at the sound of the metal scraping but it wasn't like anyone was going to help. I flipped him off behind my back as I began stocking the shelves with the product.
If I was lucky today would be a slow day and Kash would go home early. He wasn't necessarily a bad guy, but I hated looking at him knowing he was shagging my brother.
"You're such a big help" He muttered sarcastically, as the sound of the bell rang. I turned around to find Lip and Ian running into the store, all beaten and bloody.
"Oh my god, what the fuck happened!" I asked, pulling the two of them into the back room. I handed my twin an ice pack as I looked over at a limping Lip. I forced him onto one of the bins, as I looked down at this swollen ankle. "One of you better speak" I snapped, grabbing the first aid kit.
This wasn't the first time they'd come to the store looking like they'd survived a tornado, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last.
"An old lady on the train" Lip shrugged as I sent him a stank eye. I damn well knew that wasn't what actually happened. A ratte to the back door snapped me out of my anger, as I opened it to reveal Veronica.
She likes to think she used to be a nurse when in reality she works at an old folks home. I assumed one of my brothers called her as I helped take in her box of stuff. Her sneaking into the back of the store to help my brothers was becoming a common thing, but it was the only way to keep it a secret from Fiona. Who would go ballistic if I might add.
