Comment on 11x09 from Mickey at the funeral home.
TW: domestic abuse, child endangerment, child abuse, cheating, bruises, burning, cuts, blood, not sure if he needs one but I've seen some creators put TW for him: Terry
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As Mickey sat down, all he could think about was fucking Terry, his poor excuse of a father. That fuck head was in his mind and Mickey wanted him out. He hated him so much, so so much. So many opportunities to kill him and yet, some old lady does the job. Ironic if you think about it. He doesn't know why he's still carrying the box after Rachel's meeting, it's a box that should be buried, fuck that, burnt, destroyed.
He fucking hates everything inside that box, everything. He looks over at Ian, he's holding one of the object and looking on eBay, Mickey shakes his head as he digs through the box some more. Maybe they should just burn everything in the box, it's all horrible things and he doesn't want them around him, doesn't want anything to do with them. As Mickeys about to put the box away, he spots it. He stops only for a moment, he considers throwing the box down but instead he picks up the knife. It's stupid, it really is, he hates it, he hates everything Terry owned. He hates Terry, but all he could think about when he picked up the knife was the look on Terry's face, the look of surprise and proudness, he hates it, he fucking hates it.
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Long ago...
"Mickey, shut up." Iggy whispered while moving his blonde hair out of his face.
Colin giggles at the tone of Iggy's voice.
"You shut up Iggy." Mickey responds back softly.
"Do you see him?" Colin asked and Iggy shook his head.
Long ago, a time when Mickey was only seven, Iggy nine, and Colin eight, their father had a game. They weren't old enough to understand why Terry created this game, but they thought it was fun. So young, not knowing what their father would truly become.
"I don't see him, get down." Iggy said as all three boys got on all fours.
All their pants were baggy on them since they were all Iggy's at one point. Mickey work a black shirt, Iggy in a green shirt, and Colin in a grey shirt. They all had converse on, black ones. Past down from their cousins. Mickeys was unlaced, he had a hard time tying his shoes, his mama always did it for him.
They slide in a line from behind the fridge to get underneath the table.
"Hmmmm?" They could hear a man say, Colin giggled at the voice, Iggy shushing him.
"I don't see any shits in the bathroom." Terry said as he slowly walked into the living room.
"Let me check Iggy's room." He said just loud enough so his boys could hear it.
Iggy, Mickey, and Colin giggled underneath the table. Their mama above them, hearing them. She was trying to fix her youngest's hair.
"Mama, let me play with Mickey and them." Mandy said as she moved her hair.
Mandy had her feet dangling off the table, she work a blue shirt with green overalls, also wearing black converse. The women fixing her hair, wore black jeans and a white shirt, she had her hair down. Black and long, slightly curled hair. Mickey peeked under the table, making eye contact with his mama. She spot him and smiled.
"Mama, please." Mandy begged as she moved around, her mama cursing under her breath.
"Mandy I'm not going to tell you again, quit moving then you can play." Laura mumbled from the cigarette dangling out her mouth.
She took one more inhale then put it out, tossing it into the dirty dish water. She grabbed the brush and began brushing Mandy's hair.
Mandy pouted as she held her bunny stuffy closer. Her tiny body slouching. Her mama tapped her sides.
