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

Chapter 2: Fuck

         "Okay, so after yesterday maybe we do need to bring in some guns." I take another drink of my coffee and sucked in at the burning sensation on my tongue, Jamie looked at me like a 5 year old on Christmas whenever I mentioned guns, it was no different this time. 

"Sorry, but no guns, no anything. You guys are not touching Ian." Mandy suddenly came up behind me and sat at the table with us. "What are you talking about? You wanted him dead last night" Joey spit in her face. "Yeah, well I don't anymore okay? It was a big fucking misunderstanding, we talked and the situation was different then what I said" she rambled on. 'He touched you!" I interrupted, "More like the other way around..." she mumbled under her breathe. "What the fuck? fine what fucking ever, but I'm going to the Kash and Grab, gotta get some groceries plus seeing firecrotch run will be fun, even if I'm not hurting him." I laugh and get up from the table, I head into my room to grab my gun, making sure it has at least 3 bullets ready, I don't trust these streets. I walked back to the door, grabbing my jacket and walking outside into the cold Chicago weather. 

       Fucking Mandy, always changing her goddamn stories. I don't know when to fucking believe her anymore, or if I even fucking should. Probably should have known someone like Gallagher couldn't do something like that, I mean look at him. He's probably a twink anyways, more likely to suck a guy off for five bucks a pop than try and touching a girl, let alone Mandy fucking Milkovich. Hah, yeah he's a real pussy, would be surprised if he could even say hi to a girl.

    I approached the store and noticed the fucking wife boss lady was at the desk talking to Kash and Grab, I better fucking wait. Kash wouldn't do anything to stop me but his wife is way more man than him, if I even looked at her the wrong way in her store she'd probably shoot me. So I waited outside, chewing on my nails, anxious to see if Ian was there, or better yet hiding in there. After about 5 minutes in the freezing cold she finally left the store, I took a drag and started to walk across the street, waddling in I noticed it was just the older guy sitting at the counter, no Ian.

    I went back and grabbed a few things, took the last of the barbecue pringles, some gatorade, and other shit I needed or just wanted to take for the hell of it. I dumped out the box Kash and Grab was storing gum in or some shit and put all my shit in, it kind of actually looked like I was gonna pay for once. I chuckled, "Oh, and man, you're out of barbecue pringles" I walked out with him just staring at me with fear in his eyes, he was a real fucking pussy.

I got across the street to look at what I grabbed. "Fuck," I started walking back and stepped under that tiny bell again. So Gallagher was here? they stopped and stared at me like I intterupted something important. I went back over by the freezers and grabbed what I needed. "I forgot the dip" I chuckled before walking out again, only to be followed this time.

Guess he's not fucking scared of me. "Hey Mickey," I turned around at the sign of his voice, "How about you steal from a neighborhood you don't live in, have civic pride, huh?" I smiled, was he fucking serious. Was he fucking with me? I looked down at my box and grabbed a jug of milk, eyeing it before tossing it at them. They ducked and ran and I heard it smash against the doors. I turned back around, licking the milk off of my hand "You know where I live if you have a problem" and with that I left back home.
       Ian didn't run from me, he confronted me. Maybe Mandy told him he was safe, or maybe he just didn't care. Either way their was something off about Ian, he was...different. He didn't look at me like I was some thuggy kid who was gonna kill him, he looked at me like an actual person. Even my own blood looks at me with only fear in their eyes, like I'm just a walking murder machine, but he didn't. And I don't know if I should change that shit or not.
     Fuck, stop thinking so much. I scolded myself before walking over to some crack house down the block.
"Hey, is Craig here?" I scream to some guy sitting outside. "Craig?" he asks, he had a worried look in his eyes and stuttered "uhm. I don't know a Craig" mhm. "Yeah, whatever. Well tell the guy you don't know if he doesn't give me my fucking money he owes me in the next 72 hours I will spoon out his fucking eyes and feed them to his children, got it?" the man nodded in return very fast. "Good," I responded before pulling out my gun and shooting some sign to the left of me. The man jumped which made me laugh, some people are so easy to fuck with.
      I started making my way back home, kicking rocks and old beer bottles that were in my way. I see a family across the street, its kinda sad. They look so happy but she's probably sucking guys off for 3$ at the bar downtown and he's probably paying other girls like her to suck him off for 30. But that's just how shit is on the Southside. We're all mugshots and news reports waiting to happen.
      I got to my door and heard screams coming from inside. Jesus Christ, what is it this time? I opened the door and heard a gun shot and a scream. What the fuck? I ran into Tony's room to see some random dude tied up to a chair bleeding from every inch of his body, toes and fingers were on the floor, his mouth was cut open, and he was still fucking breathing.
     "Jesus Tony, what the fuck did he do?" I scream at him, he was covered in blood too, holding a pistol to the guys head. "He snitched. He told the police dad was running a whore house a few blocks from here." he said, not moving his eyes from the gun in his hands.
Fuck, that's the basic rule here. Don't snitch. I learned that when I was fucking two. I got burnt with a cigarette for telling on one of my cousins, since then I learned to keep my mouth fucking shut.
"For Christ Sake just fucking shoot him, he's bleeding all over the carpet. Mandys gonna have your ass if you don't clea-" and then a shot was fired, a head was dropped, and I walked out. Not another word said.
     This happens a lot in my family, I've seen more bodies dropped in this house than pants in juvie. I've kind of become immune to death, I've seen the life get sucked out of people so much I learned to stop caring. Since my mom passed I really haven't cared for anyone, except maybe Mandy but she's my only sister, the only person who may give at the very least a little fuck about me, all my brothers are just partners in crime, only caring about me because they have too, kinda comes along with the whole "flesh and blood" shit.