Imagine Book 2

Always Here- Mickey Milkovitch (Shameless)

As requested by shamelessfanatic0! Fem Y/N

Y/N Gallagher had long since accepted the reality of her chaotic upbringing. Being the daughter of Frank Gallagher meant she had grown up in an environment steeped in neglect, alcoholism, and recklessness. But Y/N was tough. She had to be. Surviving in the Gallagher household was a testament to her resilience, her determination to carve out a better life for herself despite the odds. Yet, even the strongest have moments of vulnerability, and tonight, as she sat trembling on her bed with tears streaming down her face, she knew this was one of those moments.

The night had begun like any other in the Gallagher house—noisy, disorderly, and laced with a tension that was always just under the surface. Y/N had spent the evening trying to stay out of Frank's way, knowing full well how he got when he was drunk and agitated. But tonight, something was different. Frank was more belligerent than usual, his temper flaring up for no discernible reason. His words were sharp and biting, cutting through the air with a venom that Y/N had learned to brush off over the years.

But tonight, Frank crossed a line.

He had staggered into the living room, his eyes bloodshot and wild, and when he saw Y/N, something in him snapped. He began hurling insults, each one more vicious than the last. Y/N had tried to walk away, to escape to the sanctuary of her room, but Frank had grabbed her arm with a force that sent pain shooting through her.

"You're just like your mother!" Frank had spat, his voice slurred but full of malice. "Useless, good-for-nothing waste of space!"

Y/N had frozen, the shock of his words and the pain of his grip paralyzing her. She had always known Frank was a cruel man, but this was different. This was personal, a direct attack on her very being. And then, in a moment of drunken rage, Frank had shoved her hard, sending her crashing into the coffee table.

Y/N had hit the ground with a thud, her breath knocked out of her, her body aching from the impact. Frank had stumbled away, muttering under his breath, leaving her there on the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had managed to drag herself up to her room, her heart pounding with fear and anger. She couldn't stay here, not tonight. She needed to get out, to be somewhere safe, somewhere she could feel loved. And there was only one person she could think of who could make her feel that way.

Mickey.

Mickey Milkovich was the last person anyone would have expected to be a source of comfort, but for Y/N, he was her rock. Their relationship had started off in the most unlikely of circumstances, born out of mutual respect and an understanding of the hardships they both faced in their lives. Mickey had always been a tough guy, hardened by years of violence and a rough upbringing. But with Y/N, he was different. He was softer, kinder, more open to the idea of love and connection.

With shaky hands, Y/N reached for her phone and dialled Mickey's number. It rang twice before she heard his gruff voice on the other end.

"Yeah?"

"Mickey," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling. "I... I need you."

There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, Y/N feared he wouldn't come. But then, Mickey's voice softened, his tone full of concern.

"What's wrong, Y/N? What happened?"

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to escape her. "It's Frank. He... he hurt me. I don't know what to do."

"That son of a—" Mickey's voice was filled with anger, but Y/N could also hear the worry beneath it. "Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you."

Before Y/N could say anything else, the line went dead. She sat there for a moment, her phone still clutched in her hand, before she finally let the tears fall. She wasn't alone. Mickey was coming. He would make everything okay.