Gallavich~Shorts

Letting Go

         Mickey sat in the cell waiting for tomorrow. His trial. Mickey knew he was going to have a sentence, he was going to have to face the fact he was guilty. Of course he was guilty, but it was the fact he was going to be away from him. Away from Ian.
           The day of the trial came and no one had brought him some decent clothes to wear, so he approached the bench in an orange jumpsuit, dreading the inevitable sentence.
            "Samantha Slott versus Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich. Please rise."
            Mickey rose next to his state provided-like he could afford a real one-lawyer. "I am Dean Lainten I'll be defending Mikhailo"
             "Alright, the charges include 2nd degree attempted murder, evidence including-"
              Mickey didn't listen he's heard everything, and he fucking lived it he knows what happened. So he zoned out thinking about how no one was on his side of the courtroom, not like he was expecting anyone. Maybe Ian, but that was over wasn't it? No one ever showed up, Mandy would sometimes showed up when he was 13 and 14 but that was mostly because he was young and wouldn't admit to anyone but Mandy he was a little scared. Of course if you asked him that he would of beaten them up. But after the first three she just either came up with an excuse or just said she didn't want to.
              Ian had wanted to come the time he got shot by the Arab dude, but Mickey had shot him done saying, people would think something was up, which was true, they would notice because would a Gallagher show up to yet another Milkovich trial.
               "Mikhalio"? The judge asked and the lawyer nudged him
              "Yes your honor"
              "You will be sentenced to 15 years in Cook County Correctional." And she banged her gable.
               The people shuffled out of the courtroom (the 10 people that were there).
              Mickey looked at his lawyer. "Fifteen fucking years! I wasn't even trying to kill her"
               "Yes but we've discussed this, you had intend and succeed in harming her, and with your record this sentence isn't surprising" he paused looking at Mickey's face "look you know how it works you'll be out in eight years with good behavior" he smiles and shuts his suitcase.
                 "Whatever" Mickey muttered, as the bailiffs came over to put him in cuffs and transport him to Cook County.
                They entered a room and he was told to disrobe, bend over and cough, all the jazz, that came with being incarcerated.
                 A CO came over to bring him to his cell. "Alright 867542 this is your cell for now"
              "For now" he asks confused
              "They change every once in awhile, you know some inmates are being harmed by others raped, and need to be removed from the block" with that he walked away
              "Whatever" he muttered placing everything on a small cardboard like bed, looking over at his cell mate, a large Mexican man. He nodded to him.
               "Hey" he nodded his voice had a Mexican accent and he was covered in tattoos, one was a woman on his neck. "What you in for man"
"Uh-attempted murder"
"Ah, cool man, I was a hit man"
"Oh" Mickey didn't really care or want to care, about anyone. He just wanted to get through 8 tortuous years, if he didn't do anything stupid.
Mickey just had to forget let go, but he couldn't, he didn't want any reminders of Ian. He just wanted Ian. So that's why he decided he wouldn't see anyone without Ian.
So when Ian came with Svetlana he was happy, maybe Ian wanted to get back together, or something. Maybe he'll wait for him.
Mickey was listening to Svetlana rant. "Yes in the fucking eye I got it"
Mickey was happy he even showed Ian a brand new tattoo he put in himself, smiling then asking as the buzzer sounds. "Will you, wait"
When no response came Mickey looked at him everyone was leaving, leaving them by themselves "fucking lie if you have to man, 8 years is a long time.
"Ya Mickey I'll wait" Mickey hears him lying and then he puts the phone down, and leaves Mickey alone once again.
Mickey goes to his cell block but then thinks and heads down to B block from C, and enters a room with a man reading a porno on the top bunk. "Drop your drawers cupcake, I'm horny as a motherfucker."
He starts undressing and let's the guy fuck him, hoping to forget all about Ian, and just about this man fucking him in B block cell 19.
It ends and Mickey just walks out, saying nothing more then those 9 words he spoke in the beginning.
He ends up with Damon-as he learned his name was-for the next year and 6 weeks. When he brings up something he brings up about every 2 or 3 months. "Yo man we need to get out of here"
"Dude still got like 7 years and 46 weeks. And if your talking about escaping there's no point, not like we could stay in Chicago let alone Illinois.
"Then let's go to Mexico man. Out of the state out of the country. We can bust out I have a plan"
Mickey listens to the plan but stops Damon short "I'm not fucking a CO man don't fuck girls anymore."
"Ah ha anymore" Mickey cringes at his choice of words. "Come one she's banging, make her fall in jlove, then let us out"
"Whatever man I'll do it"
                "Ha, man I we gonna get out"
              Mickey sat in the Janitor room after another round of sex with CO Benson, a short blonde blue eyed girl, that Mickey was screwing so he could go screw his tall red headed green eyes man.
                "Hey you know how you'd say you'd do anything for me, like get me those smokes"? He asked looking at her.
                "Why, you running low" she asks smiling "love you by the way"
                 "Ya you too" he says not meaning a single word, this was all a scam just like screwing, Angie a scam to keep his rep up, but this time a scam to escape federal prison.
                   "I was wondering if you could help get me out, and Damon" he says stroking her cheek "you can go with us, come with us to Mexico, just tequila and sandals from here on out" he smiles it was true he wanted that but not with her with Ian.
                  "I don't know Mickey" she says rubbing her arm "I could get in trouble" his face fell "but I could figure something out for you, for us"
                   "Thank you" he kisses her cheek,  this has been going on for a month and half but now the plan was in full kick.
                 And that's how he was now in the road in new clothes, he had let his hair and beard grow out so he was less recognizable. He was walking in a car, waiting for the right time to call Ian's phone, the phone the guy would drop in 3-2-1.
                  "Miss me"?