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mickey (fight club)

Y/n pov.

Its friday night!you know what that means....

FIGHT CLUB!

i do a fight club to earn money for my family.yes another tragic Gallagher to add to the collection.

Ive been doing it since i was 11?12.if i win i get 40 bucks if i louse i get 10.but its 30 to get in.

Ive won every match for the last 3 years so im pretty confident.

But tonight.tonight is the night that changes.kindof

Mickey fucking milkovich.

Im with ian and lip in my corner of the ring as they wipe off the blood from my forehead gash and nose.

Ian is wiping and lip is encoraging.

"Beat them like they're Frank"
"Beat them like they're monica"
"Beat them like they're kash!"i hate kash.both me and ian are gay witch is crazy because we are twins.hes older by 6 minutes and has to remind me every minute of my life.

I fucked guys my own age while ian fucked guys franks age.

Anyway they both grab a shoulder and push me into the ring.

I alredy have a killer headache, blood all over my only pair of shorts.ians are to big.

I limp in a circle as im praised by the crowd of homeless randoms and junkys.

"In the black courner is y/n gallagher-the destroyer!"the groud screams in excitement.

"And in the blue courner is mickey milkovich-the beast"the growd yells lightly.

I heard of mickey before and ive seen him in the kash and grab with ian.im pretty sure they fucked.

I walk back oer to ian and see him with a bitter expression.

"Ill give you my wages for a week if you beat the shit outta him"he replies with venom in his voice.

"Yes sir!"i reply and walk back to the ring.

"Your going down gallaghe!"he thretens getting into position.

I copy his actions with a chuckle.

"Fuck you"

"3...2...1!fight!"the crowd screams.

I charge at him and jump over his shoulder, kicking him in the processes.

He falls back onto the mat and i stomp my foot beside his head, shocking him.

He grabs my ankle and drags me down with him.

"Son of a cunt!"i mumble as my head hits the floor.

"Get him y/n!"i hear ian yell.

I look at him and feel his twin-ly wisdom.i grab a fistfull of the mat and push myself up.

I wable abit but soon stand straight.(jk that word isn't in my vocabulary.)

I punch him in the gut then knee him in the face.as hes holding his face in pain i wave to by brothers.

They wave back but suddenly there faces fall.

"Watch out!"lip screams.

I turn around to see mickey holding one of the foldable chairs.

"Night night bitch"he says then hits me over the head with the chair.

I fall back on the mat with a dizzy head and blurry vision.

I feel repeated hits to my stomach and chest. probarly from the chair.

With whats left of my vision i see lip holding back ian who is just about ready to kill mickey.

Mickey is to busy giving high fives to the growd instead of fighting.

I use all my strenth to push myself up and pick up the chair witch is curentlly covered in my blood.

As i lift up the chair i feel a tear in my side.i lift up my shirt and see a huge gash with a tone of blood leaking out.

I swing at mickeys head as hard as humanly possible with the chair making him fall with a thud.

I look to my brothers one last time then everything goes black and i feel the cold hard mat.

"Call fiona!tell her to meet us at the hospital"i hear my sandy blond brother say.

My arms and legs feel like im being picked up.

My head bops to the footsteps as i begin to hear sirens.

My eyes start to open and i see ian and lip holding a hand each.its still blurry but focuses every few seconds.

"Lip?i-ian?"i ask with a scratchy voice.

Ian holds a red, blood soaked cloth onto my wound.

"Your going to be okay"lip says kissing my hand.

"Fiona will meet us at the hospital"ian says putting presure on my stomach

A paramedic puts an IV in my arm.i wince as the pain strikes my arm.

"Were only 3 minutes away.then you'll have to give a statement to the police"she says then leaves.

"We can get you fixed up then do a runner"lip whispers.

"Hes in pain.he was ausulted by my ex-boyfriend with a chair"ian argues.

"I-im fine.i get sorted then we-woah!i love this song"i say as the drugs kick in.

I dance to the beat of the sirens.

I start throwing my arms around, scratching them on equpiment a little but i don't feel anything.

"Hey!stop it!"lip yells and grabs my now ingured arms.

I start feeling guily and dance slower.

"Im sorry lip"i say laughing but im still sad.

Randomly the paramedic comes back and gets wrist and ankle restraints.

"Woah!what are you doing!"ian yells but gets held back by lip.

"Dose y/n have a history of mental helth issues?"he asks.

"No!"they both argue

"Well monica had bipolar but he dosent!"ian says annoyed.

"Alright.ill tell the doctor"he says then cuffs my ankles.

"No!stop, please they hurt"i say almost crying.

He gets my left writs and cufs it.

He goes to grab my right wrist but i snatch it off him.

"Lip!ian!please it hurts."i beg as the paramedic grabs my wrist and roughly cuffs it the the bed.

"It hurts!IT HURTS!"i yell as my wrist burns.

"Y/n!look at me!hey!its going to be okay."ian says careses my cheek.

"Ian.im not bipolar!im not monica i swear!"i say pulling my wrists and ankles.

"I know!your not monica alright your y/n gallagher"lip says as we all start tearing up.

"It burns.please"i beg.

Ian looks to lip and is about to undo the restraints but the back door opens.

"What the hell are you doing"

Then black

Part 2 coming soon