read lots story at patre-on
always update and finish
belamy20 only for 5$
The Alibi Room.
Frank had drunk too much and needed to use the bathroom. Fighting through the pain, he slowly slid off the barstool, feet hitting the floor. Then, hunched over like Quasimodo, he shuffled inch by inch toward the men's room.
Seeing this spectacle.
Hahahahaha.
Tommy and the other barflies laughed mercilessly, reveling in his misery.
Frank was pissed. He cursed up a storm, but as soon as he finished, the pain made him suck in a sharp breath of cold air.
This performance, naturally, brought another round of raucous laughter from the gallery.
Frank instinctively wanted to curse them out again, but the pain was blinding. Just opening his mouth was agony, so he gave up, seething with resentment.
Dexter watched Frank's performance with a smile, finding it very interesting.
Peggy hadn't been this dramatic before.
Sure, everyone's pain tolerance is different, but Frank, this piece of trash, was surprisingly weak.
But, of course, this was a good thing.
Seven days. Enjoy it, Dexter thought silently with a grin. He turned to Bianca. "Let's head back."
"Okay," Bianca nodded obediently.
They said goodbye to Kevin and left.
Back home, Dexter thought for a moment, then grabbed Dumb-Nine's leash and walked out while calling Carl.
A moment later, Carl sprinted over and met Dexter at his front door.
"Walk the dog with me?" Dexter asked with a smile.
"Sure," Carl had no objections.
The two of them walked slowly along the sidewalk.
"What happened at your house tonight? Why does your grandma suddenly want to move out with you?" Dexter asked casually, acting like he didn't know.
Carl didn't suspect a thing. He recounted the situation in detail, pure narration without adding any of his own opinions.
After listening.
Dexter understood completely.
Peggy didn't buy Debbie a gift, Fiona got pissed and demanded rent. Given Peggy's temper, choosing to move out made perfect sense.
Fiona probably exploded, Dexter glanced quietly at the Gallagher house, smiling at the thought. It was amusing.
Judging by Peggy's behavior, she must have gotten money out of Noah Pitts.
If Fiona knew Peggy had that much cash on her, would she still have acted that way?
Probably.
On one hand, Fiona's damn pride and hatred of the rich meant she wouldn't change her attitude toward Peggy just because of money.
On the other hand, in Fiona's eyes, Peggy wasn't family.
The Gallaghers missed chances to change their lives time and time again, and it wasn't without reason.
"So that's what happened," Dexter smiled. "This is good. Now you can have your own room."
Carl grinned happily. "Yeah. And I won't get yelled at by Fiona all the time."
"Haha, true. You have it tough," Dexter laughed.
They walked the dog for a while, chatting and laughing, before returning to Dexter's door.
Dexter handed Carl the key to the house at 2114 North Wallace. "Tomorrow morning at nine, come to my place with your grandma. I'll drive you guys to the marina."
"Okay! See you tomorrow!" Carl said excitedly, then skipped happily back home.
Dexter went back inside.
Dumb-Nine flopped onto the sofa and immediately started snoring.
Little Crow was nowhere to be seen.
Dexter didn't mind. As a crow, Little Crow came and went as he pleased. He'd come back when he was tired of playing.
A short while later.
After showering with Bianca, the two of them lay in bed watching TV.
Bianca picked a horror movie.
They watched with great enthusiasm.
---
The Gallagher House.
Poverty is a fatal disease.
Because they were poor and desperately short on cash, Fiona had already gone to work and wasn't home.
As for being late? Not a problem. Comrade Fiona spun a lie without blinking and fooled Meg.
Debbie locked herself in her room, feeling miserable. She didn't want to see anyone and silently took out her aggression on her toys.
Lip lay on his bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, thinking of a strategy for the Carl situation... actually, he already had a strategy. He was debating whether to execute it immediately or give Peggy an ultimatum first!
The strategy was simple.
Peggy was a felon on parole. Earlier in the living room, he had noticed a handgun in her bag!
As long as the cops found that gun in her possession, Peggy was definitely going back to prison.
Once Peggy was arrested, Carl would have to come back.
The Gallagher house would return to the way it was, a family united.
Thinking... thinking...
Lip remembered how heartbroken Fiona looked earlier...
Hardening his heart, Lip made a decision.
No need for an ultimatum. Tomorrow, he'd find a chance to send Peggy back to prison and solve this problem once and for all.
Decision made, Lip stopped dwelling on it and switched his thoughts to Karen going to Dexter's party tomorrow.
Thinking about that pissed him off.
Too lazy to think anymore, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
---
The Alibi Room was about to close.
Frank, who was actually terrified of dying, was now thoroughly convinced something was wrong with him. He was panic-stricken and tried to suck up to Kevin. "Kevin, call an ambulance for me. I need to go to the hospital. Something is really wrong with my body. I think I'm dying."
Kevin laughed immediately. "Relax. Even if the world ends, you won't die."
Frank hurt all over and didn't have the energy to respond to Kevin's joke. "I'm serious. Call an ambulance, quick."
Kevin ignored him and continued cleaning up. "I'm closing up. Get out. Don't make me late getting home."
Seeing Kevin's attitude, Frank gritted his teeth in anger. Summoning his strength, he cursed, "Kevin, do you have a conscience? I've supported your business for so many years..."
Kevin didn't want to deal with Frank's bullshit.
Before, because Veronica and Fiona were best friends, Kevin would indulge him when necessary.
Now?
Heh.
"Get the hell out!" Kevin was sure nothing was wrong with Frank and snapped back.
"I'm never coming back here again..." Frank was furious. Cursing under his breath, he gritted his teeth, stood up, and dragged his body outside, hoping to find someone on the street to call an ambulance.
Kevin ignored him completely, not even sparing him a glance.
A few minutes later.
Frank shuffled out of the Alibi. Luckily, he spotted a police car. A brilliant idea popped into his head.
Frank summoned his strength, stumbled toward the cruiser, slammed himself against it, and fell to the ground. "Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Call an ambulance! I hurt all over!"
The two cops in the car got out, saw it was Frank, exchanged a knowing smile, got back in the car, and drove off.
Frank: "????? You damn cops! I'm dying here, and you just leave?!!"
Frank was about to explode with rage. Cursing and gritting his teeth, he stood up, trying to find someone else to call for help.
The problem was...
Around here, who didn't know Frank?
Call an ambulance? Not happening!
No one helped!
Faced with this reality...
"Do you people have any humanity..." Frank continued to curse.
At this moment.
Kevin locked the door and saw Frank cursing and begging people to call an ambulance. He finally realized something might actually be wrong. His expression turned serious, and he walked quickly to Frank to confirm. "Frank, are you really sick?"
"Am I fxxking acting?! I can barely fxxking walk!" Frank screamed at the top of his lungs.
Kevin thought for a second and pulled out his phone. "I'll call. You sit down first."
Seven or eight minutes later.
The ambulance arrived.
Two paramedics got out. Seeing it was Frank, their faces fell in unison.
It couldn't be helped.
Ambulance rides cost money, and Frank would absolutely never pay!
Damn it, this trip was a guaranteed loss.
But still, they were here, and they had to do their job... These two paramedics were normal people, not Shameless characters. So, they quickly loaded Frank onto the stretcher, shoved him into the ambulance, and took him to the hospital.
Kevin watched the ambulance drive away, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, shook his head and sighed. Without thinking more about it, he got in his truck and went home.
The Hospital.
Time flew.
Use a little after 4 AM.
After a thorough examination that found absolutely no cause for Frank's full-body pain, the ER doctor, who knew Frank well, concluded that Frank was acting to scam some painkillers.
You couldn't blame the doctor for thinking that.
On one hand, it wasn't rare for Frank to pull this kind of stunt. On the other hand, this hospital saw this kind of thing all year round. Junkies would do anything for a fix.
"He's faking. Call security and throw him out," the ER doctor concluded, instructing the nurse next to him.
Hearing this, Frank immediately started screaming his head off.
A few minutes later.
Frank, his voice hoarse from screaming, was dragged out by two burly black security guards, one on each arm, and tossed onto the grass beside the hospital entrance.
"Ah, pain, pain, pain..." Frank wailed in agony.