The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

24| Problem solved

FIONA
I don't remember the last time I got decent sleep. When I woke up, I didn't hear anything. No gunshots, no doors slamming, no angry teenagers yelling. Just silence. Staring up at the ceiling, a smile creeped onto my face as I wished for a day free of issues. My happiness shortly disappeared when I realised that living as a Gallagher in the Gallagher household almost guaranteed issues.

I hesitantly got up, wanting to stay in my bubble of happiness for as long as possible, but the thought of a nice warm shower became a better option.

My shower was perfect. There wasn't anyone barging into the locked bathroom to pee or to ask for advice. No annoying parents telling me about some scam they had come up with.

I desperately hoped that my morning would continue to be perfect. As I walked out of the bathroom, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed that every bedroom door was still closed, meaning that any sleeping Gallagher/Milkovich would still be asleep. As if the universe hated me, I walked downstairs to find Romero, Julius and Quinn sitting in the living room, each of them covered in blood.

"What the fuck?!" I was scarred. I had no idea who and/or what the blood came from.

"Problem solved." Romero smiled as I backed further away from them, trying not to panic.

"Everything okay, Fiona?" Mickey asked as he walked downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

"It was, until I saw them." I pointed to the three men, Mickey looking at me confused. I turned him around and made him aware of the blood on their clothes.

"Holy shit! What the fuck happened?" Mickey asked as he walked toward the three men, a shocked expression on his face.

"Like we told her, problem solved." Julius smirked.

"Problem? What problem you talkin' about?" Mickey looked like he was about to kill one of them.

MICKEY
"We shot him, then dismembered him. Police will never find his body." Quinn explained.

"And by 'him', you're referring to..." Fiona seemed just as worried as I was.

"Terry." Romero smiled, using an old cloth to clean up the blood from his arms.

I stared at Romero, Julius and Quinn in shock. I felt Fiona's hand go to my shoulder. I couldn't believe it. The fucker was dead. My tormentor, the man who swore that he'd kill me for being gay, he was really dead.

"Oh, by the way, we have photos if you want proof." Quinn smiled.

"Photos?! You have fuckin' photos of my dad's dismembered body?! The fuck is wrong with you?!" I exclaimed, feeling all of my emotions in my heart at once.

"Can you three please leave for a few hours? Go drink, or whatever it is you do in your spare time." Fiona rolled her eyes.

I sat down on a nearby chair, my hands up to my mouth. My heart was racing faster than it ever had before.

"Woah, Mick! You alright?!" Ian ran up to me after seeing my red eyes and puffy cheeks.

"H- He's gone, Ian." I broke down, feeling the tears.

"What? What do you mean "he's gone"? Who's gone?" Ian asked, confused.

"Terry." Fiona added as I cried into Ian's shoulders.

"Terry's dead?" I looked up to see Mandy walking downstairs, her arms crossed.

"Look's like we have a reason to celebrate." Mandy smiled, clearly faking her happiness.

Without warning, I stood up and walked toward the front door, grabbing a jacket and a pair of pants on my way. Chucking on a pair of shoes, I ignored Ian and Fiona's yelling. Mandy caught up to me, knowing where I was going.

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Getting to my house, I slammed the front door open, seeing the mess that I had grown up with.

"Fuck." I croaked, Mandy resting her head on my shoulder.

"It feels...normal in here now." Mandy smiled.

"Remember when we used to play I Spy, You Shoot? Dad loved it." I laughed.

I walked into the living room, looking around at the surroundings. I scoffed when random memories popped into my head.

"I spy with my little eye...the vase." I jumped with joy as my dad cocked his gun and carefully aimed, successfully shooting the vase.

"C'mon kid. Give me a harder target!" My dad nodded his head as I ran around the room, trying to find a harder target for him to shoot.

"I was pistol-whipped for the first time in here." Mandy looked around the kitchen, her hand grazing the table that had many bullet holes covered up.

"I remember that day." I sighed.

"You stupid bitch! You forgot what I taught you! Stab him in the eye!" Dad yelled as he lifted a shiv from the table, showing it to Mandy, who was holding her forehead in pain after being pistol-whipped.

"Y- Yes dad." She nodded as I stood behind her, my arms crossed.

"Mickey? Mandy? You both okay?" Ian walked through the front door, shocked.

"I'm glad the motherfucker's dead." I hissed, removing Mandy's hand from mine.

"Fuck you, Terry." I scoffed, flipping off the house. To me, this entire encompassed Terry's energy. He spent most of his time here, obviously when he wasn't in jail. The amount of heinous acts that he carried out here, I was shocked that a father was able to do all those things.