Make your move on me: Gallavich(Mickey's p.o.v)

Chapter 1: Ian fucking Gallagher

              ~Mickey's P.O.V~
     "Oh my fucking god. Cut off the limbs, pull the teeth, burn the finger tips, dump the body in the river. How fucking hard is it?" I screamed into the phone. This guy was a fucking idiot, I knew $500 was gonna get me someone shitty but they could have at least gotten someone who speaks fucking English.
     I heard the front door slam and footsteps shuffle, followed by sobs coming from the living room.
"Listen, I didn't pay you for nothing. If you don't get this right I'll be paying some other moron to dump your body in the fucking river, got it?" I hung up and sighed. I went to go back to my bed but the screams kept getting louder outside. Jesus fucking Christ can my house be quiet for one goddamn second?
      "Oh my fucking god what is happening?" I screamed throwing myself through my bedroom door.
Mandy was sobbing her eyes out, mascara all down her cheeks.
"Fucking, Ian Gallagher happened."
Tony responded, sounding really pissed off.
The carrot top from that joint I steal at? "What the fuck could he have done?"
"He fucking assaulted me, I tried to tell him to stop but he wouldn't fucking listen, he kept grabbing me and he, fuck" Mandy started screaming and sobbing louder
"That son of a bitch!" I looked at my brothers who were already looking in the gun cabinet. "Tomorrow we're heading down there and showing that piece of shit what happens to guys like him"
      I shuffled my feet back into my bedroom, I wanted to get some sleep before I got even more ticked off. I started removing my clothes and crawling into bed. "Fucking Gallagher, doesn't know who the fuck he's messing with" I mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
      

         I woke up to the sun's glare across my face. Jesus fucking Christ that shit is blinding. I jumped up, escaping the suns mission to permanently damage my fucking eyesight. I slid on a grey tank top and put my hand in my boxers and adjusted my junk, yawning I stepped into the kitchen and poured myself some off brand corn flakes. 

"Its about time you got up, its fucking three, man." I flipped him off. 

"So, What kind of guns were you thinking?" Jamie asked, holding an AK in one hand and a pistol in the other. 

Oh shit Gallagher, we gotta beat some sense into him today I forgot. 

"He's just some kid, we don't need any guns. Probably freak him out just as bad with a crowbar and hammer and shit" I somehow manage to speak even with my mouth full and dripping milk. "Ugh fine, fucking whatever" he sighed, putting the guns back and taking a seat in front of me.
"Don't just fucking sit there and stare at me its fucking creepy now go get dressed we leave in a few minutes" I yelled, putting my bowl in the sink and walking over to the dryer to pull out some clothes.
     
     Joey, Jamie, and I walked through the old tunnel, carrying crowbars and shit I was fucking ready to punch that freckled face in. We approached the Kash and Grab and I smiled walking through the door.
      The bell jingled above my head as I stepped in.
"IAN GALLAGHER!" I screamed, smiling, where is that fucking bitch?
I heard footsteps behind the shelves in the back.
I chuckled to myself, stepping more into the store. "YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG GIRL!"
He started to run, all three of us chasing after him. He ran through some door and shut it behind him, locking it fast.
"COME HERE" I scream smacking at the hard door.
"Mandy-told-us-what-you-did-you-piece-of-shit!" I yelled in between repeated body slams, trying to open this piece of shit.
"GET OUT HERE" I slammed the door again
     "He's gone, theirs a door in the back of the store room" Kash said approaching us. He better be telling the fucking truth. "Alley, ALLEY" I scream and point at the door. As they ran I grabbed Kash by the collar, "Tell fuckhead this is not over" I spit at him before running outside, knocking down crates on my way.  

My brothers are after him, I'm fucking hungry, could use a bite. I smirk and I walk back into the store before towel head locks it. I sniffled, grabbing a bag of hostess and spitting the plastic in his face. Smiling I waltz out and catch up with Jamie and Joey.   "I don't fucking know where he ran off to," Jamie said in between breaths. "I didn't see no fucking door" he yelled. Fucking Kash, "Come on, We'll go around town, he couldn't have made it far. We'll make what we want known, that fucking red head will get what he deserves. "