The Secret Between Us//Gallavich

26| Kenyatta

IAN
Mickey was doing slightly better than before. He was now eating again, thank god, but his talking was still to a minimum.

We watched in confusion as Lip opened up the front curtains, looking at something.

"Hey, does anyone recognise the black Jeep out the front?" Lip asked as we looked at him, confused.

"Oh, that must be Kenyatta." Mandy gasped, running upstairs.

"Excuse me?!" Mickey exclaimed, almost spitting out his coffee.

"You remember Kenyatta, don't you, Mickey?" Mandy smiled, quickly packing her bag.

"Hell yeah, I remember Kenyatta. The fuck's he doing here?!" Mickey hadn't been this angry in ages.

"He's picking me up." Mandy avoided Mickey's gaze. She was clearly trying to hide something.

"Who's Kenyatta?" I asked as I followed the two upstairs.

"Remember a few years back when we first started dating? Random bruises and scars would show up on Mandy's body?" Mickey turned to me as Mandy zipped up her bag.

"Wait, you don't mean...Kenyatta did all of that to you?" My heart dropped. Mandy was my best friend. How could she not tell me about this?

"Mickey has no idea what he's talking about." Mandy rolled her eyes, pushing past us.

"The fuck are you going with him?" Mickey started freaking out.

"He's taking me to his place. He just got back from Indiana." Mandy smiled.

"With that piece of shit? You wanted him dead years ago." Mickey rolled his eyes, not believing the smile on Mandy's face.

"Psh, don't be dramatic, Mick." Mandy smiled before attempting to leave.

"Mandy, he hit you. Multiple times...in the face." I begged with her, now understanding just how much of a threat Kenyatta was to her.

Mickey and I watched as Kenyatta walked through the front door, his hands crossed.

"No, he didn't. I just said that 'cause I was angry, and I was shitfaced. I fell." Mandy defended him, seeing how pissed off he looked.

"You fell. Yeah, okay. All right, then, clumsy feet. Enjoy your little fucked up reunion." Mickey scoffed, walking off.

"Mandy, stay here. Away from him. I won't let him do anything to hurt you, okay?" I held her arm, watching as he looked away from me, looking like was she was about to tear up.

"Let go." Mandy whispered.

"Listen, you can't stand for this, alright?" I defended her, glaring at Kenyatta, who I recognised.

"Let- Let go!" Mandy tried to get out of my grasp.

"You said you weren't gonna stand for this! Come on!" I ended up letting her go when Kenyatta got closer to me.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" I grabbed a nearby knife, holding it up to Kenyatta's neck. I was still on my meds, but I sure wasn't acting like it.

"No- Mandy! Wait!" Mickey watched as Mandy quickly exited the house.

"What the fuck? Hey! Easy! Easy! Ian. Look at me." I took a few deep breaths in and looked at Mickey.

"We're cool. Everything's cool." He grabbed the knife out of my hands and threw it onto the couch.

"He's leaving." Mickey stared at Kenyatta, who scoffed before leaving.

Mickey and I watched in sorrow as Mandy chucked her bag in the backseat of Kenyatta's car before hopping into the passenger seat.

"The fuck was that, Ian?! You off your meds again, 'cause I swear-" Mickey groaned, but I stopped him.

"-I'm not off my meds, Mickey! I was just really angry and upset at that abusive, psychopathic asshole for getting away with hurting my best friend." I explained, putting the knife back in it's rightful spot.

"Jesus Christ, Ian. Your meds might be off balance again. Fuckin' hell, I nearly needed to restrain you!" Mickey relaxed, taking a few deep breaths in and out.

"Mickey, my meds are not off balance. I was just angry, like a normal human being! Why does every emotion, good, excited, bad, angry always get linked to my meds! Sometimes I feel extremely energetic and happy. Sometimes I feel extremely defeated and angry. Just because I may feel a certain way, DOESN'T mean I'm off my meds, or my meds aren't balanced!" I got upset, flipping out.

"Ian, you just experienced a death. I know he wasn't your dad or your family, but Terry had a pretty shitty affect on your life, and his death might have effected you and possibly your meds. To make things even weirder, if we get married in the future, dead or not, Terry is going to be your father-in-law." Mickey was right about Terry and his affect on my life, but not about my meds.

"Thanks, asshole. Now I have an image of your dead dad at our future wedding." I rolled my eyes.

"You know what our future- never mind." Mickey shook his head.