In Season 3 we see Gemma's dad and a look into her homelife. I wanted to explore Tig's. A little something to celebrate the long wait. It's a new style I'm trying. :]
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Enjoy.

-Val.

"Shut up!" Harry-. I mean Dad yelled.
Mom and Dad were fighting again.
I turned to TV up louder.
They wouldn't shut up.

"I bought this for Alexander-." Mom explained.
"Don't tell me that shit!"
"You drink yourself drunk every night-."
"Don't get on my shit, woman! You're buying shit out the ass!"

Shut up.

"Bout time someone bought him some new clothes.
He walks out the house like common gutter trash!"
"The boy needs dresses? This is all for you We can't afford the house!"

Mom and shopping.
The two fit together.
Just like dad and drinking.

I knew we couldn't afford the house.
We were moving.
Is it fair to say I didn't care?

I heard of us moving to the trailer park.
Probably outside of Charming.

"Yes we can! I'll put in more hours-."
"Oh please. That won't do shit!"
"HARRY! I can't deal with this now!"

I couldn't hear the goddamn TV.
That's it.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled at them.
"You shut up you spoiled little shit!"
Harry-. Dad was a lazy fuck.
Drink, yell, and pass out.
That's all he would do.

He worked odd jobs.
Whatever he could get.
Mom was a secreatary at a law firm.

I think she was fucking her boss.
One time she came home early in the morning.

Sometimes she'd visit a reservation.
"To get away." she would say.

Anything to get away from Harry-. Dad.

Mom would always defend me.
Beautiful woman. She was an actress.
Her dream of fame and fucking Frank Sinatra came true, right?

"Leave Alexander alone!" she barked.
I gave him the best smug smile ever.
Anything to piss him off.
He charged at me and…

SLAP!

I heard them yell and scream again.

My cheek fucking hurt.
Face down in a carpet that smelled of beer.
I watched the TV from there.
Paradise.