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Rundown: Ian rushes to mickeys house because he wants to ask why he hasn't been texting him back to find him having a panic attack about his dad coming back home from prison
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Ian's POV
I'd been texting Mickey for 4 hours now asking if he wanted to hang out, what was wrong, if he was alright and so on. It was worrying me now, he had usually replied in a few minutes let alone a few hours
By the 5th hour it was starting to get annoying and I was overthinking if I had done something to piss Mickey off or not but as far as I knew the last few days had been the best we've ever had, Terry was in prison which meant me and Mickey spent all our free time together in Mickeys room fucking, drinking, smoking weed and talking
I gave up on waiting behind a screen got my coat and started walking over to the Milkovich house in hope for some answers
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Mickeys POV
The moment I got the message from my brother I felt my heart sink
-Dads coming home today-
I felt the panic start to rise and immediately thought of how every good time I've had with the Gallagher would be over, if dad was back there was no taking chances in my room
The other thing was that every day Terry was at home it was a horrible day, the beatings would come daily sometimes hourly if I wasn't careful, any little thing I said or did could set him off sometimes leaving me unconscious for unknown amounts of times, I grabbed a knife just incase dad came home in a bad mood
Every time I had saved up money to get out he would find it and take it or beat me until I give him money
The hours passed as my thoughts became more and more intense leaving me hyperventilating against my wall
If dad had walked in right now I would have been beaten till I can't see straight which made me panic even more
I could only hope my brother was playing some sick fucked up joke on me as I sat there staring at my phone waiting for a -just kidding- or anything to let my mind settle down, every time I'd hear a notification or phone call my heart would race until I saw it was Ian and get more upset
The days had been the best time of my life and I can't stand the thought of it ending
I felt hot tears run down my face as I felt like a hammer was being hit all over my body
Please make it stop
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Ian's POV
I walked into the Milkovich house and saw Micks door was shut. I could tell he was in there, usually I'd be happy to be there but the atmosphere felt strange something dark to it
I walked in cautiously to find Mickey sitting against his wall with a knife next to him looking panicked, I had never seen him looking this scared before in my life, his eyes were red and wet from previous tears, when he looked up at me I felt my heart ache and was terrified of what had him so worried
I went to the edge of his bed and sat down not wanting to get to close incase that worried him even more
"Hey what happened?"
I asked not sure what to say in this moment, I watched as he tried to talk but nothing came out
I decided getting him some water would help and went to his kitchen cupboard and got a cup that looked clean and filled it with water, walking back in as quick as I could and handed it to him
He took it and drank the whole thing and took a breath while wiping his eyes
"Dad's coming home today"
He managed to get out with difficultly, even I got nervous at that but I had never seen him this worried and wondered if something had happened
I waited for him to continue but he didn't he just looked away from me as I moved closer sitting next to him now
"Do you know what time?"
I tried my hardest to read what he was thinking but I couldn't Mickey was always one of the hardest people to tell what was going on inside his head
"Usually they don't let inmates out until 4 and it takes 2 hours on the el to get down here"
"It's only 1pm now you've got time before he comes home"
"That's not the point!"
He suddenly yelled taking me back a moment
"He's still coming home today weather it's now, later or whenever, he's still fucking coming home"
I watched as he started to cry again and I felt so guilty for not coming over sooner
Not sure what to do I risked it and put my arm over his shoulder and tried to move him slowly inwards toward me so I could hold him but he pulled away slightly
Just as I thought he was going to storm off or yell again I felt him move into me and I put his head on my shoulder and hugged him tightly tucking my own head into his neck and putting my hand through his hair patting it gently
I felt my shoulder getting wet from tears and his body shaking slightly, I laid down still holding him and brought the blanket over us keeping him warm
"I don't want him to come home"
He whispered still sobbing lightly and I understood completely, while we used to talk while high or drunk Mickey would slowly open up to me more, answering a few careful planned out question I casually brought up in our conversations and through the weeks I had learnt about how his dad abused him
"It's ok I'm here, he's not going to hurt you while I'm here I'm promise you"
I whispered back, I knew his dad hit him, constantly made him do things for him including stealing, bounty hunting people, and once burry someone. I would have never thought that Terry was this much of a horrible person before I met Mickey, I mean he was an asshole and everyone hated him but to put his kids through that amount of torture almost every day was just fucking horrific
All he could do was try and do anything and everything to try and make it up to Mickey for this hell like life
Another notification went through Mickeys phone
"Do you want me to get it?"
I asked softly Mickey was obviously burnt out from the sudden rush of emotions and just nodded his head opening his eyes to look at the screen I had just opened in front of us the messaged read
-Never mind he's been sent back in for 6 months now for attacking the guards-
"Oh my god"
I whispered I felt my eyes light up with happiness, until I felt Mickey burry his head deeper into my shirt and let out a shaky breath I had no idea he was holding in
I put his phone back down on the bed and laid back down putting my arm around Mickey, not even 5 minutes later I felt him fall asleep in my arms and I could tell it was all going to be alright
