The Gallaghers all had their ways of coping; Fiona and lip drank, Debbie partied, Carl and Ian put their emotions towards working out, Liam was too young to need to cope, Frank? Well, he'd take anything he could but his was for fun, and finally, you. You were complicated; you were constantly high- Fiona enjoyed the occasional yet rare cocaine, Lip and Carl didn't mind a joint, but you were taking hardcore drugs. It got to the point where Ian and Carl, as military men, had to keep you in the basement until you sobered up. You were supposed to be a month clean now, but you come home late at night, eveyone was still awake watching tv but lip could see your dialated pupils.

"Are you high?" he asked, pissed off as he takes a drag of his cigarette, standing up to face you

"What? No" you laughed. Lip scoffed

"Bullshit. Turn out your pockets." he demanded, the rest of the family carefully watching

"Like fuck I'm doing that just cos you don't trust me!" you said, getting defensive. He walked closer and reached into your jackets pocket, pulling out the blue benzodiazepine pills from the pocket

"are you fucking kidding me!?" he snapped

"This is an old jacket, Jesus lip! I'm clean!"

he glared at you, the others looked disappointed, expecially Fiona and Ian. "I can't believe you. When will you fucking learn!?" he yelled

"It's an old fucking jacket! I haven't cleaned out the pockets in weeks, man, I'm clean!" you lie

"Leave her, man." carl sighed as lip went to yell at you again