southside trash [shameless]

• Chapter 31 • Family •

I'm in fucking juvie and I still know what happened last time, the fuck is your excuse?
Shit, guards, put out the smokes. Run!
Here's what you missed:
"Emma, stay with me, shit, shit, FUCK!  I, uh- I need an ambulance, my friend has been shot..."
"The h-hospital just called. She got shot. Emma... Emma got shot."
"She's back dealing, there was a shooter; a drive by. I tried to push her into cover, but didn't manage to in time."
"Due to her being shot in her abdomen, the trauma it caused, it lead to her losing the baby."
"Emma was pregnant?"
"Raoul. Raoul is the father."
"This shooting was a blessing in disguise! I am free of carrying the baby of a monster."
"I... I think I'm going to press charges."
"If you're asking me to snitch, I'm not doing it, but I want him going down for what he did to me, and drug stuff is going to come up."
"Raoul Moreno has been arrested awaiting trial."
"You don't got immunity?" "Nope, I gave it up so that Joe could have immunity. This isn't to do with him, he doesn't deserve to go down for it."
"She's over at Sheila's." "Who?" "Monica."
"Kash shot Mickey."
"Raoul Moreno, you are sentenced to serve fifteen years in prison with parole"
"Miss Emma Gallagher, you will be taken into to the custody of the South Chicago precinct to be transferred to Juvenile Detention Centre, sentencing being one year."

"Gallagher," the guard shouts, walking over to the gym area, "Come on, it's time to go."

I turn round and smile seductively, biting my lip, "Oh, I'm gonna miss you, big guy." I run my hand down his chest flirtatiously.

"Hands off, kid, don't make me tase you." He avoids eye contact with me.

I pout childishly before smirking wickedly, "kinky."

He rolls his eyes, "say your goodbyes or whatever."

I turn around and go around doing handshakes with everyone. Juvie wasn't too bad overall. Of course I missed my family like crazy but while the same routine everyday may sound tediously mundane, when you're a Gallagher a little bit of monotony is actually a blessing. After what hearing the news about Monica, I became completely closed off and I wouldn't of survived outside, I needed the routine to keep me going.

"Right, Gallagher, let's go." He grabs my upper arm and leads me down the hallway to the guard area, where the inmates aren't allowed unless they're being let out.

The admin guy tosses a ziplock bag onto the desk and the guard takes it then passes it to me, "get changed."

I know he meant for me to go into the small room to the side to get changed but if Juvie has taught me anything, it's that privacy is overrated. Out of both instinct and habit I just start undressing in front of him.

"Jesus," he turns around covering his eyes, the admin guy also widening his eyes, quickly averting his gaze to his computer screen.

I finish getting changed into the same clothes I was brought here in; the clothes I wore to the court trial. Meaning I am wearing formal winter clothes in the middle of the summer, but what can you do?