Always going to be him//Gallavich

Fourteen

IAN
According to Mandy, her father had been in prison for 6 months, but was released due to over-crowding. When the news that Terry was released from prison got to Mickey, he started to panic. He started staying at home at least 3-4 days a week, only spending nights with me. Fiona still had no idea that it was Mickey that I had been sleeping with.

The Milkovich family were throwing a 'Welcome Home' party for Terry, and of course, Mickey was forced to go.

Mickey had been especially distant with me. He'd spend more time with his family, fake girlfriend and other gang members than with me. To make things worse, Fiona had gotten a new job and wasn't home as often.

The biggest punch to the gut was the fact that Mickey would fuck his fake girlfriend in order to keep up the façade that he was a straight guy.

When Mickey invited me to the party, I got nervous, but he said that my excuse was that I was there for Kevin and not for him.

I sat at one of the tables at The Alibi, far away from the racket that was the party. I watched all night as Mickey pretended to be straight. He'd make fun of gay people and the more I watched him make jokes, the more I wanted to punch him right in the face.

An hour or two passed. I had been drinking water most of the night because I could easily get drunk after only having one drink due to my medication. Kev had been taking care of me, under instructions from Fiona.

"You alright, Ian?" Kev asked as he poured me another glass of water.

Chugging the whole glass in under 2 minutes, I stood up, rolling my eyes.

"I'm leaving, and I'm going to let the host know." I hissed, walking over to Mickey. I pulled him away from his conversation, taking him to a darker part of the bar.

"Hey. I just wanted to be nice and let you know that I'm leaving." I informed Mickey, who smiled and pat my back.

"Okay. I'll see you back at your place." Mickey smiled, attempting to walk back to the group of assholes that he was associated with.

"No, don't. We're done." I informed him, watching as he stopped in his tracks, turning back to me.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mickey responded, confused.

"I don't have any interest in being a mistress anymore." I sighed looking at the entrance to the bar.

"Jesus Christ. When did you get so fucking dramatic?" Mickey asked, looking like he was about to punch someone.

"When I realised what a pussy you are." I stood up to him, not afraid of him anymore.

"Say it again, I'm gonna kick your fucking ass." Mickey got up and close, pissed off.

"Come on. Come on, big guy. You think you're a tough man, huh? You're not. You're a fucking coward." My face was only inches from Mickey's, a stern look in my eyes.

"Fuck you. You don't understand." Mickey laughed, pissed off at me.

"Oh, I do understand. I understand better than anyone that you're afraid of your father. You're afraid to be who you are." I responded, getting out of Mickey's face. I grabbed my jacket and walked away.

MICKEY
"Well, good. Leave. What the hell do I care, bitch?" I looked at Ian, watching as he walked toward the entrance of the bar, opening the front door.

Hearing him have a go at me for not being a good boyfriend was heart-breaking. Ian was right. I was scared of being myself, mainly because my father always taught me that being gay was bad. He'd happily kill me if he knew that I was gay. Before Ian could leave, I decided to make Ian happy. I decided to free myself from the fucked up world that was being a Milkovich. Granted, my next move would probably lead to my death, but as long as I expressed myself, I'd be free and happy with Ian.