Shield - Gallavich

Chapter six - Released

Did I just hear that shit right? I whip my head back around so fast at the mention of Ian's name that I feel a nerve shoot up my neck. The colour in Evan's face begins to drain until it is left white.

"How the fuck would you know about Ian?" I pace over and Evan's eyes instantly go wide. I slam my hand onto the wall behind him earning a small jump from him in return. "HEY! You better answer within the next 10 seconds before this wall turns into your face." I add on.

"I d-dont I was just-" I cut his pathetic stutters off with a knee to his stomach. He squirms and after about 3 seconds his arm comes up and touches the left side of my chest and he spits out some words. "St-stop. Seriously its just that you got 'Ian' tattooed here so I just figured that he would mean something to you and I wanted to rile you up. I don't know who it is...I swear." He rushes the words out while still trying to catch his breath at the same time.

I immediately push him further into the wall. "Damn right you don't know shit, if I see you again you're done. You hear me? Done." I spit at his feet giving him direct eye contact and begin to walk away, fists still clenched by my sides.

After taking my long needed shower I find myself sitting in my cell thinking over Evans words. Ian did. How can he make a statement like that and then claim not to know him? Fucker even knew my name the first time that I met him. He's lying, I know he is. I just have to find out why.

A pain begins to hit me where I was tattooed earlier. My hand reaches over to where my tattoo lies embedded into my skin and I instantly feel the heat radiating from it. Motherfucker. I rip off the now soaked bandage to find yellow puss sliding over my fingers. Infected, great. I don't know what I expected from getting a tattoo in prison but I suppose now its stuck with me for life. Even if Ian never takes me back it will still be there, a permanent reminder.

Whatever, I get out of here in the morning. I can still fix this. I get out tomorrow! I have no clue what I'm going to do, Ian's visit last week wasn't exactly what I expected. Ok, it wasnt what I expected at all. What will I even say to him if I see him? What if he has somebody else already? I need to stop worrying and get some fucking sleep. Just go to sleep Mickey.

BANG!!

I leap out of bed whacking my skull off three metal bars in the process. I punch the wall in frustration while rubbing my head, what the fuck is this guard doing trying to give me a fucking heart attack?! Prick, I think I'm going to get a fucking concussion.

"Milkovich!" still confused and blinded by these bastard lights I turn around to find a guard whacking his keys against the metal bar by his side. "Get up sunshine, its your turn to be spat back out." I look over to Ryan noticing the grin plastered onto his face. Fucker is probably happy to get rid of me but not as happy am I am to get away from him, the creepy fuck.

My feet lead me over to the guard and follow him through the corridors to get my belongings. For a moment I have to question if I am actually awake or still asleep since I feel like one of those walker things from that show that Ian's always watching.

About seven doors later I can finally see the exit and begin gather my things from the plastic bag. The first thing that I notice are the clothes, the same clothes that I wore when Ian broke up with me, how depressing. I almost want to tell the guards to burn them all but I would probably get mistaken for a runaway if I went out in this orange jumpsuit.

When I'm done I finally head for the double doors that lead to my freedom. If having to face all of your troubles again can be called freedom. Im hit full force with a gust of wind that almost blows me off my feet. Looking around, the first thing I see is Svetlana bouncing Yev on her hip like some fucking mother of the year. Not exactly what I was hoping for but at least someone came. They do say that misery love company after all.

Her eyes lock with mine, "Oh look Yevgeny your sperm donor of a father is finally a free man." she states while pointing towards me. I roll my eyes and flash her a sarcastic smile in her direction adding a small wave to Yevgeny.

"Funny." I state as I take the stairs two at a time but once I reach the bottom I lose my balance resulting in my hand resting in a big pile of dog shit. Svetlana's laughter fills the air instantly and I find myself feeling angry as the fucking hulk.

"No, no that was funny." she wheezes as she tries to gasp for air. Welcome back Mickey, my subconscious adds in.