We were living out of a car once. Uncle Nick had kicked us out. We couldn’t find anyone else who’d take us in. Lip and Ian and me were sleeping in the backseat when Frank pulled over. Middle of the night. Think it was Halstead. Told me to take the boys and sit on a curb, and he’d be right back. I was six. Few hours later, we’re still sitting on the sidewalk, and Ian’s head is burning up. He’s hysterical. I don’t know what to do. So I ran down the street, Lip under one arm, Ian under the other, trying to flag down help. It would have been easier scoring crack than a ride to the clinic. I finally made it on foot. They said Ian had a fever of 104. Another couple hours, who knows? I didn’t find Frank till a couple days later. First thing he asked me was how much money I had on me. I wish I could say that was the only time, but it was just the first. My mother’s bipolar and my father’s an alcoholic and an addict. He takes what he pleases and he offers nothing. No money, no support. I’ve done what I could to help raise my siblings. I wish I could have done more. I’m not asking for your pity or your admiration. I just want to be able to give these kids everything that they deserve, because they’re great kids and they deserve better.
Shameless 2.07 - A Bottle of Jean Nate
“I love you.”
“…Are you gonna leave?”
“Everybody always leaves…”
Favorite Fictional Characters → Lip Gallagher
I never said it was your baby. You just wanted it to be.