Gallagher's & Drugs // Ian Gallagher //

06

** Three days later **

"Yes Mandy, for the tenth time it happened on the couch." I laughed because Mandy won't grasp the fact that Ian and I fucked in my living room and kitchen.

"Kinky bastards," I hit my cigarette and laughed as I exhaled the smoke.

I haven't talked to Ian since we had sex, not knowing if it meant anything to him. He left after we went for round two in the shower, and he hasn't called me since. My dad suddenly barged into my room, "Hey Mands, I'll call you back later." I hung up before she could even say anything back.

My dad made his way closer to me, lifting the bottle of whiskey up to his lips. "You're so pretty." He sat on my bed, placing his hand on my arm. He does this every time he drinks too much, makes me feel like I'm unworthy of someone. I tensed my body up, getting ready to just deal with whatever was going to happen. I turned away from him, looking out the window letting my mind go to a better place.

"Look at me." I stayed looking out the window, knowing if he looked at his face I would cry. "I said fucking look at me!" He yelled and grabbed my face turning me, forcing me to look at him. I let a tear fall down my face, knowing what would happen next wasn't going to be pretty.

"Don't you dare fucking start with that, making yourself cry like that. It's fucking bullshit!" He smacked me across the face, causing my whole head to turn, looking back out the window seeing Chicago. My phone started to ring, I looked down and saw Mandy's name. I declined the call and saw my dad. I immediately got the feeling of being sick. I started to scream, "Get the fuck off of me! Stop fucking touching me!"

He pushed me back and punched me in the stomach. I started to cry even more, I grabbed my lighter that was close to my face and burned my father's arm, causing him to scream in pain.

"I told you to get the fuck off of me!" I got off of my bed, making sure to grab my phone and I made it to my bedroom door, yanking it open. "Fuck you!" I rushed downstairs, finding my way to the front door. I stormed out and started to walk down the street, pushing the tears away from my eyes. I texted Mandy, "Dad flipped. I'm coming over." I hit send and lit a cigarette, still walking down the street. I couldn't take it anymore and I let tears fall. I stopped walking and knelt down, still on my feet just placing my face between my knees. I screamed, letting out some anger. I took a few deep breaths and stood back up, hitting my cigarette once more.

I opened my contact lists in my phone, scrolling down to Ian's name. I debated on hitting call or not, taking another hit from my cigarette. I finally worked up the nerve and hit the call button. I held my phone to my ear and listened to the first ring. I hit my cigarette again and then heard Ian's voice on the other end, "Hello?"

"Ian... can you come to Mandy's?" You could hear my voice crack, making it obvious that I was crying.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

I let a tear fall down my face, taking a deep breath. It was shakier than I expected and I let out a huff, trying to form a laugh, "No, can you meet me there in 10 minutes?"

"I'll see you there." He hung up on his line and I shoved my phone in my pocket and I walked up to Mandy's porch. I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer and surprisingly it was Mickey. He looked in my eyes and saw how I was crying. His expression dropped and he sighed, "Did he fucking hit you again?"

I started to cry again, and I looked down and lifted my shirt seeing if there was a bruise on my stomach. Mickey instantly got pissed, pulling me inside the house and gave me a hug reassuring me it would be alright.

"Go to Mandy's room, we'll figure it out." I nodded and wiped the tears off of my face. I walked towards Mandy's room finding that she wasn't in there. Maybe she left the house; hopefully she would be back home soon. I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, letting the pain take over my body. I rolled on my side and curled into a ball. The door of Mandy's room opened and I saw Ian.

"Hi, I'm sorry I disappeared for a couple of days, family things. What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I repositioned and sat up being able to look Ian in the eye. He grabbed my face and I leaned into his hand, making me cry even more. He pulled me into a hug and he kissed where my dad had smacked me earlier, causing me to flinch in pain a little. I pulled back and took in a deep breath.

"My dad isn't the best dad around, Ian..." He looked me deep in the eyes, trying to feel my pain.

"Baby..." He grabbed my hands.

"No, don't. Don't have a pity party for me, just hold me."

Ian pulled me closer into him, and laid me down on the bed. He laid down behind me, having us lay in the spooning position. I closed my eyes, trying to forget about what happened today. I slowly started to fall asleep. I really think I'm starting to fall for him...