The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

4| Caught by Frank

IAN
There was one word that never described the Gallagher household. Quiet.

For the first time since I could remember, the house was silent. There wasn't a load in the washing machine. Fiona wasn't berating Carl for lighting a chair on fire. Debbie wasn't coming up with some outrageous way to get money. Lip wasn't running through the house to escape cops.

The house was silent. Completely and utterly silent. I messaged each member of the Gallagher household, seeing what their plans were for the evening.

Fiona was going to stay with Kev and V. Debbie and Carl were both at sleepovers and Liam was being looked after by Sheila. As for Lip, I had no idea where he would be, only that he wouldn't be home for the night.

Me: My house is empty.

Mickey: I'll be over soon.

———

FRANK
I love being drunk. No matter what I do, I can't remember it, unless I've hurt someone. That's when the memories start flooding back.

Stumbling up the steps to the front porch of my house, I was shocked to find that the door was locked. Feeling the frostbite on my face and hands, I stumbled to the back door, a sigh of relief exiting my mouth as I turned the door knob and opened the door, getting inside the warm house.

Getting up the staircase, I heard thumping coming from the boy's room. Slightly intrigued as to what was happening, I opened the door, finding two naked boys on Ian's bed, one of the boys holding the frame of the bed getting ass-fucked by the other boy. I weirdly couldn't figure out who I was looking at.

At first I thought it was Ian, until I realised that he was probably at ROTC. Then I considered the fact that I was probably watching Lip drunkenly fuck a guy.

"Hello...boys." I could feel my balance slipping as I looked at two boys, neither of whom I could actually see.

"The front door was locked, so I came in the back- no pun intended. You might want to check the locks." I smirked, seeing the shocked look on their faces.

"Um, I see that you're preoccupied, so I'll go get myself another beer." I smiled, beginning to turn around.

"As you were, sailors." I saluted the two boys before finally turning around to face the hallway. Before I could actually leave the room, I felt a sudden pain in my face as my eyes closed, the sight of the wooden floor beneath me slowly disappearing.

IAN
"Hello...boys." My heart dropped when I heard Frank's voice. He was looking at us as we were both naked, my dick in Mickey's ass.

"The front door was locked, so I came in the back- no pun intended. You might want to check the locks." Frank smirked, but he seemed drunk, which kinda made me feel relieved for a second.

"Um, I see that you're preoccupied, so I'll go get myself another beer." Frank smiled, about to turn around.

"As you were, sailors." Frank saluted Mickey and I, clearly not recognising either of us. Before he could leave the room, he passed out, which was usually how he finished his day or night after getting very drunk. Pulling out, I moved and put some pants on, Mickey getting dressed before hesitantly helping me get Frank downstairs, out the back door and onto the grass.

Returning to my room, I locked the door and watched as Mickey panicked.

"We gotta kill him. Look, nobody will miss Frank, anyway. We shoot him in the head, we dump him in the river." Mickey paced around my room, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Mickey, Frank's a raging alcoholic who clearly didn't recognise either of us when he caught us. Besides, he has a lousy short-term memory. I mean, he's probably already forgotten." I informed Mickey, who scoffed.

"Can't chance that." He shook his head, still pacing.

"I'll talk to him when he wakes up or when he's sober." I recommended, Mickey shaking his head more.

"Gotta cut his hands off, pull his teeth; he can't even be identified. You stay here, make sure none of your family come home. I'll take care of it. My Uncle Joe works at the foundry; he'll dump the teeth into the chrome plating vat and it's done." Mickey had a set plan that I couldn't let him carry
out.

"Mickey, you need to calm down. You know Frank as well as I do. He won't remember what he saw." I held Mickey's hand, watching as he looked at me, clearly not calm.

"No, what I need is to take care of Frank and his big mouth. Stay here. This won't take long." Mickey removed his hands from mine and placed a kiss on my forehead before leaving the house.

I followed Mickey, looking shocked when we both found that Frank wasn't out the back of the house where we left him.

———
(24 Hours Later)

"Ian, where the fuck is your dad?" Mickey asked, trying to remain calm.

"I have no idea." I wasn't lying.

"He's had 24 hours to run his mouth already. Where is he?" Mickey held my hand, looking at me with confusion. He was clearly trying to stay calm for my sake.

"If my dad finds out about this, he will kill me himself. I've been to 16 bars, the homeless shelter, shantytown under the L, here, batty Sheila's...where the fuck is he?" Mickey paced, worries.

"I don't know! But Mick, I hate him more than you do. Frank's walked in on Fiona and all of her boyfriends, walked in on Lip and his girls. We got nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, like I said, he didn't recognise you or me when he caught us. We're in the clear!" I explained to Mickey, who sighed.

"What fucking world do you live in? There is a reason why I'm paying Mandy to pretend to date you. I absolutely can't risk Frank telling people what he saw. Sorry I gotta go kill your dad, but I'm doing a lot of people a favor, including you." Mickey announced. He began to walk off.

"You kill him, we're over." I spoke, causing Mickey to stop.

"The fuck?" Mickey was clearly shocked and confused.

"You heard me, Mick. You kill Frank, and I can't be your boyfriend anymore." I remained calm, watching as Mickey sighed, giving in.

"Fine." Mickey smiled as he placed a passionate kiss on my lips.