it was another horrifying weekend at the lynch household. worst of all joey had been at work so it was up to the second oldest (you) to protect your siblings. but that left you with all kinds of marks littering your body

the moment hughie saw you walk into the school yard he knew what happened. he’d always known, from the moment you ran to his house at the age of 10 when your father had one of his worse whiskey tantrums. he always wanted to protect you from it but you were too selfless for your own good just like joey. you two would never leave the younger ones at home to defend themselves, joey tried to fight for you but you always hated having to rely on others. so you fought your own battles and hughie really wanted to jump in and help you