Two sides of the same coin//Gallavich

19: Facing the Gallaghers

FIONA
Fucking Milkovich bastards. They get to ruin other peoples lives and not give a fuck about any consequences. I sat in Ian's private hospital room, seeing his lifeless body. He was still alive, thank god, but he was barely hanging on.

According to the doctors, he had two broken legs, a broken arm, a broken wrist, a few broken ribs, a spinal cord fracture and the most obvious injury, the bullet wound inflicted by Terry. Motherfucker.

Mandy Milkovich had visited, and I allowed her to, as she was the one who called 911, but the moment Mickey showed up, I wouldn't allow him to come in.

"How's he doing?" Mandy asked as she and Lip came back to the room with coffees.

"No changes." I sighed, trying not to cry. I was going to stay strong, if not for myself, but for Ian.

As we sat in the room, waiting for any sign of life from Ian, we heard a knock at the door. Directing our attention to the door, we all looked angrily at the person who stood there; Mickey.

MICKEY
"Don't you dare set foot in this room." Fiona angrily stood up, pushing me as far away from Ian as possible.

"Look, Fiona, I-" Fiona didn't let me finish.

"-you really have some nerve showing your face here." Fiona looked like she was one second away from ending me.

"Fiona, I know you're angry, mad even...but I'm not the one you hate." I tried to reason with her.

"Angry...or mad doesn't even begin to describe the way I feel about you and your fucking shithole of a family. Mandy is the only Milkovich I tolerate, because she didn't let my brother get more hurt than he was. She helped him." Fiona hissed. If only she knew the whole story.

"I know, Fiona. But I couldn't. My dad would have shot me dead if I didn't do what I did." I defended myself.

"Mandy told me everything. How you broke Ian's heart. How you married some Russian woman who claimed to be the mother of your child. How you let your own father fake your death so that Ian would never see you again. She told me about every conversation between her and Ian, and to think that my brother...my loving, caring brother ever fell in love with you for even a second...you make me sick. You and your fucked up family are everything that's wrong with the Southside." Fiona yelled, unloading all of her pent-up emotions out. She was absolutely right.

"And now, my brother...the man who loved you, is laying in a hospital bed with countless injuries. He might never wake up. Even if he does, he'll NEVER be the same again. All because of you. Because of you, Ian will spend his 17th birthday unconscious on a hospital bed." Fiona hissed, rightfully punching me before she walked away, heading back to Ian's hospital room.

She shut the door, so I wouldn't be tempted to come inside. I walked toward the window, my heart shattering at the sight of Ian's lifeless body laying on the bed, unresponsive. I wanted so desperately to go into the room and hold Ian's hand, or maybe kiss him, but now knowing how Fiona felt about me, I certainly didn't want to risk death.

The walk home was painful. Every step that I took, I wanted my father dead. I wanted him gone from my life, permanently. With determination, I got home seeing Terry sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand.

"Hey, fuckface. This is for Ian." I held up my gun, cocked it and aimed directly at Terry's head. Without warning or hesitation, I pulled the trigger, watching as the bullet went straight through Terry's head, killing him instantly.

"Holy shit..." Iggy and Colin walked out into the living-room, seeing Terry's lifeless body on the couch, a bullet wound in his head.

"It's over. Terry's torture and torment is over. All thanks to you, Mickey." Iggy and Colin hugged me, smiles on their faces.

My face dropped when I realised that just because I had killed my own father, didn't mean I had reversed what happened to Ian. Yes, Terry was now dead, but Ian was still laying unresponsive in a hospital bed with countless injuries. This realisation broke my heart.