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I sat in between Frank and Carl watching TV when Debbie suddenly rushed through the front door, followed quickly by Fiona.
"Debs! Who was that?" She called after Debbie as she ran up the stairs quickly. Apparently Debbie had some new boyfriend that she wouldn't tell anyone about.
When Fiona got no answer, she just huffed, taking off her jacket and going to the computer, opening it.
"In case you're wondering, your blood type is O-positive," Carl told Fiona from across the room.
"What the fuck," I muttered to him.
".. Which happens to be the same as Franks blood type."
"How'd you find that out?" Fiona questioned, weirded out by the comment.
He shrugged, smiling, "I've got my ways. Now you can donate part of your liver."
I scoffed at him, "Carl are you high?"
"I am, he's not," Frank added.
Fiona sighed, "There's no way I'm going under the knife for him."
Carl stood up, he looked frustrated, "he's dying!"
"Why is that my problem?" Fiona argued, slamming the computer shut.
"Because he's your father!"
I rolled my eyes, "Carl, he drank through the liver he had and he wrecked it."
"Exactly, no way! He's not getting mine!" Fiona snapped. Carl turned and ran up the stairs, clearly upset.
"It's okay son!" Frank called after him, before standing up from beside me to become face to face with Fiona, "If Fiona won't do it I'll get my other daughter to."
"Morgan and Debbie are too young," Fiona retaliated.
"My oldest daughter, Samantha."
...What in the fuck did he just say.
***
I came trudging downstairs one morning to hear Fiona and V talking.
"You let some dude finger you last night on the L?" I heard V say to Fiona.
I laughed which made them both look at me coming downstairs, "Shit," Fiona muttered.
"I always said it Fi, you're a slut," I chuckled. "V is just making it sound so filthy! He's not just any dude," she retaliated.
"No, he's your boyfriends brother! Your bosses brother!" V corrected, and I let my mouth drop open, chuckling again.
"I know! I just can't explain it."
"I can, remember Shawn? Did speedballs in front of me and Carl?" I interrupted.
"Then it was Jason right? With the anger issues. If you consider stabbing a guy for jumping the line anger issues," V added as I popped a pop tart into my mouth and went to kiss Liam on his head in his high chair.
"Then there was Jimmy Steve," I smiled, "The lying, married car thief."
"It was a mistake okay? It's over!" Fiona sighed.
"Also, we gonna talk about dads possible other daughter? Our long lost half sister that may or may not exist?" I asked through a mouthful of pop tart.
"I don't know. I don't really care to be honest, if Frank wants to beg a daughter that he hasn't mentioned in the 24 years I've been alive for a part of her liver, good luck to him," Fiona told me.
***
I sat in the alibi, getting shitfaced since shit was super fucking weird lately.
"Hey Kev, another," I ordered, putting my glass back down.
He sighed at me, "look, fine but no more straight vodkas. You can have a vodka soda or vodka cranberry. Fiona would kill me if she knew you were getting drunk at 12pm."
"Yeah yeah," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes taking the vodka cranberry he poured from him when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, line up a shot for the Abe Lincoln of mouth whores!"
Mickey, he walked into the alibi with his pregnant prostitute wife. I guess we were on speaking terms but things have been tense since he's been married still.
"Excuse me?" I scoffed at him from his comment.
"I emancipated my wife and her fellow cum guzzlers," he explained to me and Kev as he took off his jacket to sit down on a bar stool on the other side of me, "Gonna do to the Russians what they've been doing to my girls.. bring them to their knees."
I rolled my eyes again, taking another drink. "Why? Your wife wouldn't even be in this country if the Russians hadn't smuggled her in originally," Tommy butted in from the other side of me.
Mickey raised his eyebrows at him, "that gives them the right to pay her next to nothing huh?"
"Maybe she gives shit blowjobs, that's why they pay her fuck all," I added, but Svetlana approached Mickey before he could give some smart ass response, "We're thirsty," she told him in her stupid fucking Russian accent.
"Good thing there's a sink in the fucking bathroom huh?" He snapped at her.
She spat something back at him in Russian, "Goddamn if you talked to me like that, I'd fucking clatter you with my killing bat."
He turned and scoffed at me, "Thought you used to like it when I talked to you like you were a piece of shit."
I threw him a look.. I only liked it in the bedroom you could say.
"How they get away with forcing them to work for so cheap?" Kev asked, coming out from behind the bar. I thanked god for him not hearing Mickeys last comment.
"Guns and beatings mostly," Mickey answered, "They got no other choice, no ID, barely speak the language.. Sasha can pay them whatever the fuck he wants. But not anymore, now they got me."
"So you're a proper pimp now?" I questioned Mickey.
"Damn right tough guy."
***
Hours later I still sat in the alibi, pretty shitfaced by this time when I heard the door to the bar open once again.
I turned my head to look to see who it was.. Lip!
"Hey! Lip!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my stool to run and hug him.
"Heeeyyy mouse," he laughed as I jumped into his arms.
"Holy shit I missed you!" I smiled up at him. "You too trouble," he smiled, kissing my head.
"Look who it is!" Kev announced when he saw Lip, "How you doing man?"
He pulled Lip into a hug, "Straight from the Ivory tower, nice shiner," he chuckled seeing his black eye.
"Yeah yeah, got into a fight," he shrugged, "I could use a beer."
"And an ice pack," I added, guiding him over to sit on the stool next to mine.
I couldn't be happier to have at least one of my big brothers home.
The only problem was I had to listen to Lip bitch about how he hated college. He was so stupid, he was the smartest out of all of us but somehow still managed to be the dumbest too.
"You know it's bullshit, Bill Gates dropped out. Steve jobs.. it's just all one big collegiate scam," Lip blabbered.
"Well I'm glad that place didn't turn you into some elitist prick," I told him, sipping my drink.
"Nah, still a south side prick like the rest of you," he shrugged, making Kev laugh.
"Jesus Christ, Russian whores know how to run their mouths when there ain't some dudes junk jammed in there," I heard Mickey barge back through the door of the alibi, once again sitting on the other side of me and Lip.
He looked to Lip, "aren't you supposed to be at college or some shit?"
"Nope, packing up my Kant and Milton Friedman. I'm done with all that crap," Lip told him.
I sighed, knowing he was making a mistake.
***
I was still asleep on the top bunk, fast asleep. Debbie was getting over her breakup with her boyfriend, Carl was still trying to look after Frank and we still didn't know much about his other daughter and Fiona was still fucking her bosses brother.
Suddenly Lip barged in, to our room, waking me up out of my sleep.
"Morgan, you up?" He asked after slamming the door open. "Am now," I mumbled, stretching in my bed.
"You heard anything from Ian?" He asked. "No," I groaned, propping myself up on my elbows in my bed, "I've been checking my phone and the mail every day, why?"
"What about the US army, hear anything from them?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, "No. Why is there something wrong?"
"He went AWOL, tried to steal a damn helicopter."
"Holy shit."