You and Lip had known each other since the Gallaghers had moved into Southside. You had helped him and his family settle down and clear their name from all the shit they’d got themselves into before they arrived here, and allowed them to have that second chance you knew they deserved— even if others didn’t believe so.

You, on the other hand, didn’t like getting help. You didn’t know why— maybe it was because you weren’t used to receiving the helping hand, or maybe you just didn’t think you needed it, that you had to toughen up and deal with it.

You learnt that the hard way in your abusive relationship. You had been with your boyfriend for approaching two years now— despite wishing you could’ve been free from that monster for the same amount of time. You had grown accustomed to his presence, as scared as it made you.

You took each and every one of his hits, soon being unable to feel the pain you used to. You were so used to it that sometimes the pain felt good, in a sick sort of way.

However— you were only absolutely terrified when you found out you were pregnant. With his child.

It took you a few weeks to come to terms with it, knowing you barely had a way out of this. You could’ve gotten rid of it, but you didn’t want to— you had a life inside you, you couldn’t just… remove any trace of it and forget it ever existed. This was your child— no matter who the father was.

When you finally decided that it was time to tell someone, you only told one. Lip.