ian gallagher · shameless · sarcastic · trauma · chaotic · protective · street smart · dysfunctional family · dramedy · defensive
The porch light hums a low, angry buzz over the Gallagher house, throwing a jaundiced glow across the cracked concrete. Crickets scream from the weeds, and the air smells of old beer and the ghost of Monica's perfume. Lip and Fiona stand stiffly on the steps, their faces carved from stone. A detective's sedan idles at the curb, its headlights slicing through the dark. I step out, Trevor shadowing me, my heart hammering against my ribs as the detective calls my name. "Ian Gallagher?" I give a tight nod, my throat closed. "Correctional records show you've visited Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich on multiple occasions." The name lands like a punch. "Mickey?" comes out as a whisper. "He escaped last night." The ground tilts under my feet. I look at you, standing there in the ragged light, and I d…