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I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV with Ian and Debbie while Liam was playing on the floor. Carl was trying to blow something up in his room and Fiona was out with Steve/Jimmy, leaving me in charge.

I was just standing to get a drink from the kitchen when there came a loud banging on the door. I turned and went to get it while my brother and sister still had their eyes glued to the screen. Just as I turned the door handle, it burst open and I was pushed aside by a large, burly man. Three more men stalked in after him and made their way into our house.

"Frank! We're here for you, Frank Gallagher." One of the men shouted, and the others started to spread out over our main floor.

I shut the door and cautiously stepped out of the entrance and into the living room. Ian and Debbie had stood and were backing away from the men, and Ian kept glancing between the men and Liam on the floor. That was when I realized that two of the men had guns and another had a bat.

"Frank's not here. He doesn't live here." Ian said calmly, pushing Debbie behind his back as the men turned to him.

"Really?" The one without a weapon stepped down from the stairs that he was about to ascend, and moved towards Ian, causing my siblings to back away. The man wasn't as large as the others, but he was still intimidating with his smirk and beady eyes. I could tell that he was the leader by the way the others flocked over to stand behind him.

"Look, we don't want any trouble because of Frank." I said, stepping forward. The men turned to me and I didn't back away. Ian caught my gaze for a second before moving forward and scooping up Liam. The men didn't even glance at him, as they were all staring me down.

"And who would you be?" The leader asked, cocking his head to the side.

I swallowed, trying not to look at his followers, who had their guns out and bat resting against one's shoulder. "I'm his son." I stated evenly.

The leader smirked and nodded. "And do you know where your father is, boy?" he asked.

I shrugged. "He barely ever comes around here. Look, if he owes you something-"

"Damn right he owes us." one of the men with a gun said, cutting me off. "We're in serious shit because of that bastard."

The leader held his hand up for silence, still staring me down. "Two hundred grand your dad owes us. Got any idea where we could find him?"

I shook my head. "He doesn't have that kind of money, and neither do we."

The leader nodded and turned away from me. I stood where I was while he muttered something to his group and started to walk away, glancing around our living room and kitchen. The other men followed him, all studying their surroundings. I glanced over at Ian, who had backed into the corner of the room with Debbie and Liam. .

Two hundred grand? He mouthed to me, and I shrugged again. I had no idea how Frank had managed to be that far in debt to these people, and I didn't like that we were now a part of it.

We all waited until the group seemed satisfied they had looked everywhere and approached us again.

"There's nothing worth stealing here." The man with the bat stated.

"I guess Frank'll have to think of someway to get us our money, then." another one added.

There was a pause, and the group looked to their leader, who didn't respond. He looked like he was thinking hard for a moment, and kept glancing at Ian and the others.

"Should we go try and find him, then?" The third follower asked, nudging the smaller one.

I watched the leader as he looked to his group, a grin forming on his face. "Unless Gallagher can pay his debt in another way..." he said suggestively, and glanced over at my siblings.

The others followed his gaze and one by one they all seemed to get it. I didn't. "What are you saying?" I asked, moving towards my brothers and sister.

The leader chuckled. "Let's just say that the boss might make an exception for something just as valuable." The smaller man stepped towards Ian and Debbie, still smirking. "And the boss appreciates the value of a young, hot body." The man stopped in front of Ian, and my brother pulled Debbie behind him so he was shielding her.

I tensed as the man raised a hand and Ian flinched slightly. The man barked out a laugh and the other men joined in the jeering as the man started stroking the side of Ian's face. Ian glared at him but didn't move, as two guns were pointed straight at him. I stepped forward as the man's hand slipped down to trail down my brother's chest, and Ian's breath caught in his throat.

"Stop." I said, stepping forward, and the hand stopped where it was resting on Ian's stomach.

The jeering stopped and the man took his hand off of Ian to turn to me. Ian let out a shaky breath and glanced over at me. I knew he understood what the man was implying, and he looked worried.

"What did you say to me, boy?" the man asked dangerously.

I looked away from my brother to look the man in the eyes. "We have no part in what Frank does so leave us out of it."

"It may not be your fault that you have a bastard for a father, but someone's gotta pay the boss or he'll go after Frank and the rest of you too." the man's words sounded like he was sympathetic, but he looked to be enjoying himself.

"Wait." I said as he turned back to Ian. "Ian's not even Frank's son. Our mother cheated on him with someone else, so taking him wouldn't really be making him pay."

The man hesitated before shrugging. "Well then. You aren't really the boss's type, but we'll take you and the twink. Then Frank will have paid and the boss will be happy."

I stepped back and tried to object, but the man was already moving away. "Boys, get the two of them in the van. Lock the others in the bathroom and check the rest of the house."

Debbie, who had stayed quiet throughout the whole thing, suddenly started screaming as one of the men with the gun grabbed Ian and pulled him away from the wall. Ian struggled against the man and tried to pull himself free, but the man was way stronger. Debbie tried to make a run for the door with Liam, but was stopped as the man holding Ian threw him down to grab her. I watched as Ian crashed into the coffee table with a yelp and Debbie was dragged off with Liam, presumably to be locked away.

It was then that I heard police sirens in the distance, and the men froze. Carl must have called them from upstairs, I realized.

Ian had rolled onto the floor, clutching his head, and I could see that he was bleeding from when he had been thrown onto the table. He started to try and stand, and before I could react the man with the bat took a swing at him, hitting him in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him. He cried out and fell to the ground again, holding his stomach.

I looked around and saw the guy with the bat coming at me. I bolted from where I stood and almost reached the entrance when I felt a hard blow to my knee, and heard a sickening crack. I screamed as my knee gave out and I fell. The man was looming over me now, but when I tried to get up my knee burned with a searing pain.

I could hear Ian struggling as one of the thugs started to tie him up. I tried to fight but the man grabbed my wrists and bound them together. The sirens were much louder now, and the men were running out of time. The guy picked me up without warning and threw me over his shoulder. Before I knew it we were out the door and into the cool night air, Ian and the thug carrying him were right behind us.

They had parked their van in front of our house and the leader threw open the back door before getting in the driver's seat. The very back seat had been taken out, and Ian and I were shoved inside. I yelled out in pain as I landed on my knee, and swore as Ian landed on me, making me move it again. It was burning and I couldn't feel my leg through the pain. It took me a few moments to still it before I could think straight, and by that time the door was shut and the van was moving.

I tried to stop tears that had automatically sprung up when I was in pain, but I couldn't clear my watery eyes enough to see much. Ian had rolled off of me after he had been thrown in, and I could feel him pressed against my back. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down, and I could feel his shoulders shaking as he cried.

"Ian." I rolled over slowly until I could see him. He was on his back, stuck between me and the back of the van. There was a large, bloody gash across his forehead, and blood and tears were streaming down his face.

He looked over at me and I could tell he was fighting against his tears. "Fuck." he moaned out, trying to blink the blood and tears out of his eyes. "Where're you hurt?"

"The one with the bat got me in the knee," I said. "I think it's pretty messed up. You?"

"My head's throbbing a bit and it hurts to breath," he admitted through gritted teeth.

We lapsed into silence as we were both deep in thought. The van kept moving, occasionally slowing, turning, and going over bumps, but never stopping. The sirens had long since faded away, and I wondered if the police had found my younger siblings and if Fiona had gotten home yet.

"Lip?" Ian asked quietly, and I looked over to see him shifting to get comfortable with his hands bound under him.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Whatever they do to me...just...d-don't..." I knew he was trying to figure out what to say and I waited, listening to his labored breathing. "I can take it. Whatever happens...just...I'll be okay."

Ian had always been strong and stubborn, and didn't like showing weakness. Even when it came to Monica he always pretended he didn't give a shit, but really it killed him that his mother cared so little about him. I suppose we were the same that way; too proud to show weakness, but I knew that deep down Ian was scared about what the men were going to do to him and I was too.

There was a long silence where we both lay there looking up at the ceiling of the van, before I found something to say.

"I know." I whispered.

Next chapter should be up fairly soon! Any suggestions welcome!