Shameless : Dexter in American tv series Chapter 300 301: Sheila’s Place: The New House of Shameless

Bipolar disorder is a total bitch of a ntal illness. But the worst part? It's basically a life sentence.

Ian was never going to be "normal" again...

Staring at the text on his phone, Mickey couldn't bear to imagine Ian turning into the kind of person the article described.

Without realizing it, Mickey's eyes started to burn. He had this sudden, overwhelming urge to drop everything, rush over to Ian, and just be there for him.

That's just how it is for a die-hard martyr for love.

After a long while, Mickey sniffled, put down the phone, and gritted his teeth, forcing himself to shove that impulse deep down.

Mickey was still young. And honestly, so sht is just way too heavy for a kid his age to carry.

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The Gallagher House.

Fiona was off at work.

Lip was temporarily grounded—or at least immobilized—and forced to stay ho to babysit Liam.

It was boring as hell.

Lip lasted a little while before the restlessness kicked in. He couldn't take it anymore and called Karen, hoping she'd co over to hang out.

"Sorry, I actually have to work today. Maybe I'll swing by tonight?" Karen said, sounding genuinely apologetic.

Lip was a little annoyed, but he couldn't exactly complain. He muttered a few things and hung up.

Upstairs.

Ian was still in bed. Even though he wasn't tired, he kept his eyes squeezed shut, sleeping like the dead just to escape the day.

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Karen pocketed her phone and let out a cold smirk, slamming on the gas as she headed toward the wasteland where Mickey was hanging out.

Of course, she only knew where Mickey was because Dexter had tipped her off.

When she got there, Karen spotted Mickey's rcedes imdiately.

Truth be told, comparing her own beat-up used BMW to Mickey's brand-new rcedes... it made Karen's eyes burn a little. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. She wanted that. She had to have that. Actually, she wanted even better than that.

The thought made her eyes look almost feverish.

It wasn't until she parked the car and forced herself to take a breath that the manic greed slowly faded.

It didn't take much effort to find him.

Mickey was still wallowing in misery. He looked completely out of it, like his soul had left his body. When he saw Karen, he just looked a little surprised. He didn't think much of it.

Carl was pretty surprised too, unable to figure out why the hell Karen would be out here.

Karen already had her excuse locked and loaded. Facing Mickey's confusion, she smiled and said, "I was in a bad mood, just ca out here to clear my head. Didn't expect to run into you guys. What are you doing here?"

If we're just talking looks, Karen was genuinely pretty and sweet.

In no ti, the three of them were chatting.

Karen took the opportunity to casually brush against Mickey's arm every now and then.

Mickey might not be book-smart, but he wasn't an idiot. He picked up on what she was putting down pretty quickly.

Imdiately, the words Dexter said yesterday echoed in Mickey's skull.

Mickey really did want to be with Ian. But the mont he thought about Ian forcing him to co out publicly, forcing him to be a "real couple"... his scalp tingled with fear. He was terrified.

He thought about it for a second.

Mickey hardened his heart. He decided to give it a shot—see if he could actually move on.

So, Mickey spoke up, making up so random excuse to send Carl away.

Once Carl was out of earshot, Mickey took a hard drag on his cigarette. He didn't waste ti with small talk. He looked straight at Karen and asked, "You tryna fck?"

That was Mickey's style. Straight to the point.

Karen gave a dazzling smile. "I'm in a bad mood. Maybe fcking will make feel better."

"Wait here a sec. I gotta get rid of Carl," Mickey said. He knew about Karen and Lip, but he wasn't dumb enough to screw Karen while Carl was lurking nearby.

Karen smiled and nodded. "Make it quick. Or I might change my mind."

Mickey didn't reply. He walked straight to the car and hollered for Carl.

monts later.

With the roar of an engine, the rcedes sped off into the distance.

Karen sat casually on a rock, watching the car disappear. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and felt pretty pleased with herself. Everything was going smoothly.

Even though Dexter was only paying her ten grand for this mission.

But hey, it was the easiest ten grand she'd ever make. It felt good.

Besides...

All the money she had saved before, she had handed over to Dexter to invest in that apartnt building.

She was cash-poor right now.

And yes, Karen completely failed to see the irony—or the problem—in the fact that the money Dexter was paying her was just going to end up right back in Dexter's pocket.

Ten minutes flew by.

Mickey ca back. He walked up to Karen, still skipping the chit-chat, and said bluntly, "There's a patch of woods up ahead. Let's go there."

"Okay," Karen replied obediently.

In the small woods.

The two got down to business.

Karen put on the performance of a lifeti, showering Mickey with complints.

Hearing praise after praise, Mickey started feeling pretty damn good about himself. The crushing sadness in his chest began to dissipate, and the image of Ian in his head started to fade a little.

When they were done.

They sat on the ground, lit up cigarettes, and took a breather.

"I didn't expect you to be that good," Karen said with a laugh, blowing out smoke. "If I'd known, I would have tried this sooner."

Mickey gave a faint smile.

The truth was, the experint worked okay.

Even though he still missed Ian right now, he definitely felt lighter than he did twenty minutes ago.

"You down to go again soti?" Mickey asked casually. He grit his teeth, desperate to forget Ian.

Karen, who was just about to lay the groundwork to suggest exactly that, was secretly delighted. "Tonight. I'll call you."

"Cool," Mickey said. His IQ had its limits; he didn't stop to think if there was any sche behind this sudden hookup.

They finished their cigarettes.

"Later," Karen said, standing up. She dropped that one word and just walked away.

Mickey didn't say anything. He just sat there, lighting another smoke.

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Sheila's House.

Downstairs.

Sheila was pacing like a cat on a hot tin roof, anxiously waiting for the results of Eddie's "session." She couldn't focus on a single thing.

Upstairs.

The battle was over.

The feeling of a new partner was definitely better than the old one.

Plus, Monica was a maniac.

And maniacs, it turned out, were really interesting in the sack.

Eddie liked it.

Simply put, a door to a whole new world had just opened in front of Eddie.

Eddie really wanted to explore this new world further. So, he smiled at Frank and Monica and said, "Welco. You're both welco to stay here. I think we can figure out a way to fix up the basent for you."

Frank knew exactly what that ant. He grinned. "Great idea. We're going to be one big, happy family."

If there was a leaderboard for "Shaless Lowlifes of the South Side," Frank would be holding the gold dal. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him saying that.

For Frank, Fiona and the kids didn't want him, and he didn't like them either... But living here? It wouldn't cost a di. There was food, there was booze, and occasionally he could steal or scam money out of Sheila...

This place was fcking paradise.

To stay in this paradise, what did it matter if he let Eddie sleep with Monica?

It wasn't like he was using her anyway. Besides, Monica slept around everywhere she went. Adding Eddie to the list didn't an a thing.

Hearing this, Eddie smiled. He rembered the favor Sheila had asked of him and turned to Frank. "Sheila needs you to stay here. You're not going to leave, right?"

"Never!" Frank answered without missing a beat. "We are family! I would never leave my family!"

Eddie: "..."

That was almost too shaless, even for him.

Eddie didn't want to respond to that, so he said nothing. He turned around and headed downstairs to report back to Sheila.

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