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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 opened my eyes tiredly as I found myself lying on the couch in my own home. I tried to sit up but was immediately stopped by a pain racing up my arm.
"V said you'll have to wear the sling for at least a week" Fiona sighed as she pulled me into a hug.
We were soon joined by Lip and Ian who both looked at me with great concern. I took the bag of peas from my brother, holding it up to my throbbing face.
I didn't even want to know how bad I looked.
"Why are you dressed like a lawyer?" I muttered as I looked at the outfit my sister was wearing.
"Oh um, I'm getting custody. Of you guys" She shrugged. I just nodded my head, not having any energy to question her on her choices.
"How long have I been out?" I groaned as Ian helped me stand up.
"36 hours, give or take. The med's V gave you mixed with the pain practically put you in a coma"
Thirty-six hours? I've been asleep for almost 2 whole fucking days?!
I slowly made my way up to my room so I could get changed into something that was clean and not covered in dried blood.
There was no way I was going back to that group home so until then, the cops would just have to arrest me....but they honestly probably didn't give two shits.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I barely recognized the person I saw. The bruises only covered half my face but they we're still pretty purple.
I quickly got changed before sneaking out our back door. I know I should've stayed away from him, but I also needed answers that only he could give me.
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There was only two places Mickey would go to shoot away his anger, and that was either the L or the roof of the old abandoned building.
I walked up the stairs of the apartment, the sounds of gunshots filling my ears.
I guess the abandoned building it was...
When he saw me he continued to shoot his target so I just back up and nervously observed. He had a matching bruise on his face but lucky for him, his was already yellowing.
"So thanks to me, you've been pistol whipped and shot in the ass" I muttered, leaning up against the beam behind him. He continued to shoot the gun, completely ignoring me.
