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"Remember when Frank would enter our rooms at night and fuck us up even more?" Ian asked too casually, remembering the events that occurred far too often in his childhood, holding a beer in his left hand.
The two brothers were trying to remember any good memories of their dying father, but most 'positive' ones ended badly or had a fake reason behind it. Like, taking Carl out to hang out, a father-son activity, but turning it into a way to profit off his son for his own benefits. Same with Liam. Yeah, those fun memories.
Lip pondered for a second, wondering what exactly Ian meant.
"Oh yeah, he used to dig up quarters from old backpacks and shit, always pissed me off," Lip laughed it off; it was a long time ago by now, nothing new, funny now, years later. He lifted his beer up once more, taking a smaller than usual sip.
Ian laughed too. "That too, but I'm talking about him being a pedophilic shit at times."
That made Lips blood run cold.
"Fuck you mean by that?" He straightened his posture ever-so slightly, clutching the bottle a bit tighter. He could physically feel the blood running through his veins, hoping he is wrong in his assumption. He's really close to begging an entity above to prove him wrong.
"Like, when he would get in bed with us and, you know," the ginger stated, grimacing at how awkward this was, chugging more alcohol knowing it will be needed if that's where the conversation is heading.
Now, Lips heart officially fell down to his stomach. "He- what?"
Ian stared blankly. "Did he not- am I the exception to this too?"
He was shocked. Ian knew Frank liked him the least, always has, always preyed on him more than the others, got slapped around way more, but this was something else.
"Oh my God, did he fucking touch you?" Lip almost shouted. Yelled. He could feel his heart break into a million pieces. This definitely explained alot of Ians behaviour, both in the past and present.
His relationship with Frank. How he acts around older men, always sought-after them, how he would beg to be treated right; through his actions only, never words. Kash. Ned. The club. Who knows how many others?
"He used to tell me all dad's did this 'special activity' together. I mean, when I was like 14 I realised how wrong it was and made him stop, I just made sure he didn't do it to the younger kids." He explained. Tried to, still didn't make sense.
"He fucking molested you?" Now he was yelling. Anger was definitely evident in his voice.
"..He didn't only touch. I thought that it was normal then, I was really young and naive, I thought that's, I don't know, love, maybe."
Lip's going to be sick. His baby brother was abused. Fucking raped God knows how many times under the same roof and he never knew. Never. Frank never touched him like that, or the others from what he knows. He thinks that Fiona would've killed him if he did that to her or the others, if she knew, she never would've allowed it. That means Ian was the only one. He clearly protected the younger siblings. Holy shit.