Always going to be him//Gallavich

Twenty-Two

IAN
I couldn't believe that bitch Sammi really sold me out. I had been in jail for just over two days, already wishing that I was dead.

The routine that I had been following was no different. Whenever I walked up to my cell other inmates just laughed or called me names. This time, I was coming back for a routine doctor check-up. One thing I disagreed with was the fact that the doctor had no idea that I was Bipolar. When we arrived at the cell, I waited, watching as the door opened. My handcuffs were removed as the door behind me closed, leaving me alone in the cell.

Looking around the cell, I moved closer to my bed, sighing. Another day in this shitty prison. As I stood at the bed, I heard a click, and the door to the cell opening again.

Turning around, my heart dropped when I saw Mickey standing in a yellow jumpsuit, the door closing behind him.

"I explained that you're Bipolar and that you need help with your medication, so I complied with their rules and in exchange, guess who gets to pick where he gets locked up?" Mickey smiled, moving closer to me.

"Holy fuck." I was on the verge of crying, seeing my boyfriend right in front of me. I watched as Mickey walked over to the bed, laying down on the bottom bed.

He faced the bottom of the top bed, licking his lips as he looked at me with a smirk. Unable to hold my emotions in, I jumped onto his bed, straddling him as I put my right hand on his cheek. For the next 3 minutes, we simply kissed. No making out, obviously no sex due to lack of privacy, but just blissful kissing.

"I missed you, Mick." I stopped kissing him, smiling.

"I missed you more, Ian." He pulled me in for another long and passionate kiss.

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(The Next Day)

Waking up in prison isn't fun, but the fact that I got to wake up to Mickey's face every morning made prison easier to handle.

We had decided to wake up one hour earlier than the actual wake up time. If we woke up an hour earlier, we'd have time to do whatever we want, which on special occasions, would include sex, as long as we were quiet.

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FIONA
First Carl, then Ian and now Mickey. How fucked could Sammi be to just allow 3 people to go to jail because of her.

When Frank entered the house, I was so ready to punch him, but I didn't.

"Nice job with disposing of Sammi's body." I stared at Frank, angry.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Do you see Sammi anywhere? Have you heard from Sammi? No, you haven't, because she's dead and disposed of!" Frank smirked.

"Don't think you're so high and mighty Frank! She tried to kill Mickey the other day." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you serious?" Frank looked at me dumbfounded.

"Of course I'm fucking serious, Frank. She came to the house, trying to shoot Mickey dead! He managed to escape her, but then the police got to him." I laughed, Frank confused.

"Wow. Sammi's one tough bitch. It really does prove that she's a Gallagher. I mean, no matter how times any of you got hurt, you always came back better and stronger. Same can be said for me." Frank laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, Frank. Because of your bitchy daughter, Carl is behind bars, Ian is also behind bars and Mickey just joined them. We can only hope that something bad doesn't happen to Ian. Or did you forget that your son is Bipolar?" I asked, angry at Frank.

"He's not my son, Fiona. He's my nephew." Frank happily reminded me.

"I don't give a fuck! He's still related to you, Frank! He's still a fucking Gallagher you narcissistic shit!" I yelled at Frank, really pissed at him.

I walked off, not wanting to deal with his stupidity anymore.

I took a beer out of the fridge, hoping that one or two could wash away my pain for a while.

"Fiona, you know as well as I do that alcohol does more bad than good. I mean, you saw first hand how it ruined me." Frank smiled, trying to be fatherly.

"Fuck off Frank!" I yelled at him, not wanting to deal with his bullshit.