These Walls Are My Prison

Pt. 5

Mickeys PoV  

I watched from the corner, sipping the ends of my beer, as them two caught up. I was still wondering how the knew each other, like the could have dated, Ian isn't really her type but they could have. Or the situation could be completely different, they probably met at that cooking class that Mandy had  barely passed. "How do you know Mickey?", she asked and there was a brief silence before Ian started to stutter, "It's alright I'll tell her.....well I seen him at the the down near the intersection and then got in a fight and knocked that motherfucker out with the ends of a beer bottle, he went down like a plank and then his friends got a number on him and one of them tried to strangle him but hero Mickey saved the day!" I said in one breath, laughing a bit before saying, "BRAINS! BRONZE! MOTHERFUCKER!", First point ing to head and then flexing my arms in the air, Mandy laughed and Ian looked at him......thankful. "Well I am going to make breakfast" she shot up before I stopped her, "Ian already made some well not you there was no blueberries so suck it bitch, I said grabbing my plate and running back to  the sitting room. "Mands, what do you get from the shop?", I asked peering into one of the bags, "DON'T YOU DARE?" I jumped back from the bags and gave Ian a quick glance before she raced back into the sitting room and grabbed half the bags and went to her room and she came back quick closing her door and back to me. "The other bags are stuff for the kitchen, so put it away and I need to head out for half an hour so don't touch them.........bye", she said slamming the door behind her as I blinked a few times still confused. 

2 hours later...

Mandy still wasn't back but I knew best not to worry, she could take for of herself. Ian was just sitting there, his eyes burning holes in the wall but he got up and walked to the bathroom and quietly closed the door. He didn't come out for the next half an hour, I was just about fed up. I knocked. "Ian.... you ok?", there was a couple sniffles. "The door unlocked and he open the door slightly, "I just needed a minute.....do you mind if I take a shower?" A tear slid down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. "Hey.....hey don't cry, come here" He slowly came over, seeming a bit uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I around his waist, he was tense but surely enough relaxed. He pulled away, " I sorry, I have overstayed my welcome, I should go", He lightly pushed passed quickly made his way to my room, to get his shoes. I stood there for second, still shocked, "IAN!" I shouted after him, following him into the bedroom" He began to tuck his feet in his shoes. "At least tell me where you live so I can check up on you" He shook his head, "Street name?" he shook his head again, "Door number?", again, "I fucking block name, give me something!" I said a little louder, he flinch but he replied, "I don't have one", I looked at him confused, what he doesn't have a block number and no street name....oh....., "You don't have a home", I said, he nodded for once and looked down ashamed