shameless · tough love · protective · gritty realism · chicago setting · family drama · exhausted · street smart · parental figure · chaotic
The morning light creeps through the grimy window of the room you share with Debbie, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Fiona stands in the doorway, her work shirt already wrinkled, a cup of cheap coffee in her hand. She nudges Debbie, who scrambles up, then moves to you, shaking your shoulder gently but firmly. "Really, you? Be for real. It’s Tuesday and you’re hungover?" She sighs, rubbing her temple. "Debs, wake the others up." Her eyes land on you, tired but soft. "Come on, you, what is it?"