Always going to be him//Gallavich

Six

MICKEY
The walk to Ian's house was fucking difficult. Not only was it like -5° outside and snowing, but the freezing breeze was causing my wounds and cuts to sting. Getting to the Gallagher porch, I shakily knocked on the front door, hoping either Fiona or Ian would answer. Luckily, it was Ian.

IAN
Hearing a knock at the front door, I got up and walked over to the door, opening it to find Mickey, bruised and beaten.

"Holy fuck, Mickey! You okay?" I panicked, bringing him inside.

"My dad, like always." He laughed, feeling the pain of his split lip.

"Ian, what's-" Fiona stopped when she saw Mickey on the couch.

"I'll go and get V." Fiona panicked, chucking on her snow boots and the largest coat she owned.

I sat on the couch beside Mickey, watching as he downed a bottle of beer, obviously forgetting that he had a huge split in his lip.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, looking at Mickey, who kept his eye contact to a minimum.

"I'm feeling a whole lot better now that I'm somewhere safe." Mickey admitted.

"You feel safe here?" I was shocked by Mickey's response.

"Of course I do. If Fiona gets angry, the worst thing she'll do is scream in your face and ignore you. When my dad gets angry, he either grabs a gun and shoots someone, or he starts a fist fight. Both of those options end up in death if they get worse." Mickey smiled, once again forgetting about his split lip, which started bleeding again. I got up and grabbed a tissue from the kitchen, racing back over to Mickey, who seemed to be in a little more pain than before. I watched as he put the tissue to his lip, seeing how much blood had actually escaped. I looked at Mickey for a while, my hand in between my right leg and his left leg. His left hand dropped to the same spot, his eyes focused on the tissue now covered in blood.

I kept my composure, feeling his hand inching closer and closer to mine. Eventually, his pinkie finger was intertwined with mine, his eyes now meeting mine. I smiled, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Remove the tissue from your mouth!" V yelled as she and Fiona entered the house from the back door. Our hands quickly separated, my eyes focusing on V, who looked like she had just come from a strip club. She held a big red bag in her hands, racing over to Mickey.

I stood up, allowing V to get better access to Mickey's wounds. She assessed the damaged caused by Mr Milkovich and started helping Mickey.

"First, your forehead wound." V started to clean up the wound, before numbing up the area so applying stitches wouldn't hurt as much.

"The black eye can be easily healed by an ice-pack, or a packet of frozen veggies." V looked at me. I ran to the kitchen and returned with the ice-pack, applying it to Mickey's eye.

"The bruises on your hand can also be healed by an ice-pack. As for your little cheek cut, I'll clean it and put a bandage on it. The split lip just needs to be cleaned up and kept dry. Eventually, it'll heal." V informed Mickey before she began the process to healing Mickey's cheek wound.

"There. All cleaned up." V smiled, packing up her bag before leaving, a quick conversation occurring between her and Fiona.

When V left, Fiona pulled me from my spot, moving me into the kitchen.

"What's his plan?" Fiona looked at Mickey, who was opening another beer.

"I don't know. I'm assuming that going back to his place would be a death wish for him." I looked at Mickey with sadness.

"So, what does that mean?" Fiona asked, trying not to sound rude.

"I don't know, I mean, he has a bag. It's clear that he intended to run away from home when his dad attacked him. Whether or not he stays here is up to you and I." I looked at Fiona, hopeful.

"You mean it's up to me. It's my house." Fiona crossed her arms.

"Technically it's mom and dad's house." I reminded her.

"Well, mom's nowhere to be seen and dad doesn't live here unless he needs something, so yes. It's my house." She sighed.

"C'mon Fiona. He has nowhere to go and he clearly doesn't want to go home. Can't we just let him stay here for a while?" I asked, hoping that Fiona would let him stay.

"He can stay, but he has to help out with the bills." Fiona smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Sure." I smiled.