Destroy myself just for you • Lip Gallagher

Your Aunt Ginger

Aurora pov

Dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie and ugg boots i sat on the table across from V and Lip with Frank sitting at the counter

"The noise is the most commonly broken bone.. in boys between the ages or 13 and 25" V said after cleaning up Lip's face and placing a tampon in his bleeding nose

"That's fascinating, but who's the old dude?" he asked as we all looked at the old man dressed as a girl

"Its not a dude. It's your Aunt Ginger" Frank spoke glancing at them

"What, the one who owns the house?" Lip asked as Frank nodded, "That's right. Ginger, say hello to your nephew" Frank spoke startling "Ginger" awake

"Dad, stop"

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as this Aunt Ginger?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest

"Who?"

"Mr. Perry, my old bus driver. Sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P" Lip spoke up, "and he hits on Aurora" he added

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger and he was too lazy to go get the real one" Fiona explained as V went back to cleaning Lip's face

"That's retardedly brilliant"

"Thank you" Frank smiled at his son

"Or brilliantly retarded" Fiona said as Frank looked at her, "Thank you"

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her. Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" Fiona asked looking at V

"No" she said putting gloves on, "Ill call and beg" she sighed getting up

"We got these from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn. Itll be a good way to stay warm" Debbie spoke up as her and Carl walked in placing some hair dryers on the counter, "Why's Mr. Perry here?" she asked looking at him

"Hey, Kev, its me. Uh, can i borrow your car just for the night? I just need to-" but she was cut off as Frank leaned over and grabbed the phone from her

"You wont need the car" he mumbled sitting back down, "How are we gonna get Ginger?"

"She's dead" he said drinking some of his beer, "What?"

"Who's dead?"

"Aunt Ginger"

"No!" Debbie cried, "Debs, you never met her" Lip spoke up looking at her

"And now i never will" she frowned

"Dont give me a hard time. I've been very upset about this. I'm in mourning" Frank said annoyed

"When did she die?"

"Hmm... Twelve years ago" he whispered shrugging, "i was trying to protect you all from the trauma"

"Shit" Fiona sighed, "How do you think i feel? That woman was my heart and soul. She practically raised me" Frank said drinking more of his beer

"Dad, you've been cashing her checks. That's a felony. We're living in her house. Was there even a will?" she asked as he leaned closer to her

"You dont need a will if she's not technically dead" he explained as she looked at him confused

"yes, she is technically dead, dad. Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck. What are we gonna do now?" Fiona sighed looking round