Shield - Gallavich

Chapter two - Visiting

I woke up in a crappy mood.

Most of my nightmare from last night was slowly drifting from my memory but the main thing I wanted to erase forever, the image of me rocking a lifeless Ian Gallagher in my arms, didn't budge.

I could never get my head around how dreams work. They feel so real and then throughout the day they fade and you're left with a foggy vision. It's like someone reaches into your head and grabs a hand full of the memory's and blows the ashes of them away, only leaving tiny speckles behind. Why am I thinking about dreams again? Fuck knows.

I stand from my bunk and let my eyes adjust to the rooms brightness. You'd think these assholes would at least give some warning before burning your eyeballs with bright white lights...bastards.

I scratch the back of my head and rub my eyes frantically. When I can finally see straight I catch Ryan staring at me. Is this guy for real, jesus. Something about him creeps me the fuck out, probably how his forehead is eight times bigger than the rest of his face. I mean, don't get me wrong, my forehead isn't the smallest but holy shit I could land a whole goddamn helicopter on his. I imagine drawing a 'H' onto it while he sleeps and let out a small chuckle at the thought. Quickly, I snap back to reality.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" I give him an aggressive glare and almost instantly Ryan begins to shifts uncomfortably and looks up at the ceiling. He's so fucking weird.

My thoughts are overtaken by Ian and the day that he wouldn't quit staring at my eyes. I lashed out at him the same way but shit, I would let him stare at me all day if it meant I could be near him right now.

I'm such a pussy.

Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit.

I need to stop mentally torturing myself. Every second of everyday I seem to be catching myself thinking of Ian. I have to find something to keep myself busy...something to keep my mind away from him.

I leave my cell and head to get breakfast, surely they'll be closing up soon. The room is loud, too fucking loud and honestly its pissing me off, adding fuel to my bad mood. The room is full of idiots and fuck-heads talking over each other.

"Hey why the fuck has Glen got more beans than me? This is bullshit!"

"You seen that new female guard? She'd get it"

"Man, the things I would do for some coke right now, you don't know where I could get some do you?"

The mumbling and vibrating of their useless conversations bounced uninvitedly into my ears. This stiff really thinks he's gonna get some coke in here, I almost let out a laugh.

Once I have some shitty excuse for food, I turn and head towards my usual spot. My eyes narrow and I feel my face turn to a frown when I realise that somebody is already sitting there. I let out a dramatic sigh, seriously?

"Hey listen pa-" I begin to speak but I'm cut off when the guy looks up and my brain begins to register. Its that Devan guy again, yay. Wait, what the fuck was his name Devan? Kevan? Evan! Yeah, that was it.

"What you think we're going to be pals now or something? Beat it." This day just gets better and better.

"Feisty one eh?" Oh my fucking god, this guy is literally asking me for a beating. I mean shit, he might as well have a bright yellow sign reading "punch me" plastered on his chest.

I stand over him being as overpowering as possible which is pretty hard considering how fucking short I am, a great trait passed down from my cunt of a father. Its not like I can even gain any height because if I go onto my toes then i'll look like some fucking dancing fairy.

"Are you trying to intimidate me or something?" He scoffed.

"Seriously? You got a death wish? Just piss the fuck off, I'm not interested." I get out in a couple of days so I'd rather not play house with this guy and his blonde mop.

He gets up out of my seat. I respond by kicking him in the shin and then sitting down with a smirk set on my face.

"Ow! Fuck Mick!" His hand goes down to his shin and he starts rubbing up and down furiously to ease the pain. I cant help but feel happiness from his misery, serves you right fucking shit-faced dick.

"Why did you do that? I moved didn't I?" His eyes held a glint of anger now.

"Too slow, shouldn't have been here in the first place either. What is it with you anyway, you harassing me or something?" I haven't seen this guy for the whole of my four months here and suddenly he wont leave me the fuck alone.

"Or something." He smirked and turned on his heel and headed away from me.

The hell does that mean?

Do I even care?

Nope. No I don't.

I scoffed down my breakfast so that I wouldn't be tortured with the taste lingering in my mouth. The food in here tasted like literal shit.

I'm convinced that they have a cow farm at the back, feed us the shitty waste and then feed themselves the lean and juicy steak. Shit, the things I would do for a steak right now.

Ian and I were just about to go to a steakhouse whe- "Attention, visiting hours will be in 30 minutes." The speakers blared through the grey walls and echoed throughout the room, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Visiting hours brought nothing to me except high hopes and pain.

Maybe this time, maybe. No. Shit who the fuck am I kidding. "He broke up with you" my subconscious reminds me. Of course he wasn't going to fucking come.

I still made my way down just incase one of my brothers came, possibly even Mandy, my sister, but that was unlikely considering I hadn't heard from her for fucking ages.

"Anyone for me?" I questioned the guard. He glanced down at his paper holding his pen between his lips as he searched rapidly through the pages.

"Actually," He makes another glance to the paper. "Yeah, seems to be your lucky day, got yourself a visitor Milkovich." I almost roll my eyes but resist the urge, quite frankly, I can't be assed with the punishment that it will bring.

I pace through the corridor and make a sharp turn into the glass panelled room.

My eyes search around the room but my vision is being blocked by some fat watermelon sized head. I roll my eyes and continue to walk.

Letting out a sigh, I slump down into my seat and look up. Wait...I blink twice to make sure I'm not hallucinating. My heart literally sunk to my stomach and I felt my face pale.

Carrot top. Freckles. Pale skin.

Ian fucking Gallagher.