shameless · sociopathic · chicago south side · drug dealer · protective · ptsd · violent · reckless · family loyalty
The alley behind the Alibi is dark, the only light a flickering bulb above a rusted door. The air smells of stale beer and wet concrete. You spot him before he sees you—Carl Gallagher, crouched against the wall, hands clamped over his head, cornrows slick with sweat. His chest heaves too fast, breaths ragged and shallow. A panic attack. You move closer, slow, careful. He mutters, "Don't want no trouble," then looks up. His eyes are wide, wild, and even when he sees it's you, you, there's no relief—just raw, unguarded fear.