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3 Weeks

Summary: Terry finds the picture that Mickey had of Ian in the beginning of season 4. (Picture Above Is Inspiration)

Word Count: 1,243
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It's been 3 weeks.

3 long weeks since Ian left for the army.
3 weeks of sadness because Mickey misses the one person that acually made him feel something.
3 weeks of anger because he knows that it's his fault that Ian left.
3 weeks of regret because of what he didn't do.
3 weeks of regret because of what he did do.
3 weeks of numbness because what's the point of feeling when you watched as the last chance of happiness and freedom you'll ever get walk right out your doorway. Not even having the balls to tell him how you felt about him. And that thought echoing throughout your mind, and making you ache every second of everyday, and keeping you up at night. The thought that he was there for Mandy and never even had the intention of saying goodbye to you and the thought that if you maybe said something more then things would be different.

It's been 3, agonizing, weeks.

The only thing that Mickey had to keep him from eating a bullet was that picture that he had stolen from the Gallagher house a few years back. Around a year after they started seeing eachother. Still fucking in the back of the Kash and Grab cause where the hell else could they? Tried to do it at Mickeys house once.. We're not gonna talk about that......

The picture was worn down and had a horizontal crease in the middle. You could bearly see the red of Ian's hair because he was also wearing a grey beanie. His hair was one of Mickeys faverate things about him. And there were a lot.....

Mickey usually kept it underneath his pillow, but when he got married he had to move it to the bathroom so that his 'wife' wouldn't find it. Mickey hated everything about his Svetlana. He hated that they had to share the same bed. He hated how she tried to be intimate with him in a sexual way. She only tired once in a while but she never got far.

He hated the way that sometimes her hair would brush against his back in the middle of the night. He hated her laugh and smile and accent. He hated when she spoke Russian because he always thought that she was saying something bad about him or Ian. No one is allowed to say anything bad about Ian. Ever.

And he hated the way her skin felt.

Well, he hated the way her skin felt on his skin. Whenever they touch, even if just for a second, Mickey gets jumpy. Every single time, it reminds him of that awful morning. He can still feel the pain in his nose when he moves his face in a certain way. And he can still feel her hands on his knees. How the inside of her was the most disgusting feeling in the world. How he was screaming inside as he grabbed her hips to flip her on her back. To get it over with. He hated how Ian had to watch. He HATED how his dad was watching, too. It was humiliating.

And Ian looked away.

When Mickey looked to Ian for comfort, assurance that it was all going to be okay because they still have eachother, Ian looked away. Leaving Mickey to deal with this on his own. Leaving Mickey to experience this on his own. All alone.

Mickey hasn't ejaculated in 3 weeks...
He can't. He's tried, but it's no use. There sat the old scruffy photograph of his old lover stuffed in a magazine in a bin of magazines next to the toilet. The same bin that his hands and eyes would be drawn to every single night. For 3 weeks...

Terry walks into the bathroom. Well, more like hobbles. He's basically an potatoe, so it was more of a hobble.

Anyway, he went straight for the toilet to take a dump. Ew.
Walking right past the smashed mirror that Mickey had punched the night before. Not even noticing it..
He thought that it was gonna be a while, so he decided to grab a magazine to read................

Not actually knowing how to read very well, he just looked at the pictures.

Flip, flip, flip, flip, fl---.

He just looks at it for a second, not quite knowing who it was at first. But, then he realizes who it is... He finishes up and takes the photo out to Mickey, who was sitting on the couch watching TV with Mandy.

"Mickey?" Terry says in an unsettling, calm voice.

"Yeah, dad?" Mickey replied. He hasn't turned his head yet.

"What the fuck is this?"

Mickey turned his head and immediately his heart started racing. He stood up super fast. "Where did you get that?"

"In the bathroom."

"Well, it's not mine," Mickey stated after a second.

"Mickey, what the," His voice getting louder, "fuck," taking another step foward, "IS THIS?!" He screamed throughout the house, charging at his terrified son.

Mickey didn't even run. He was in shock that he let himself be stupid enough to--

Punch, elbow, slam, slap, pull, kick.

There's so many words for the amount of things that Terry did to Mickey in that 3 minutes, but in the end, it was all just hurt. Inside and out. The verbal abuse was flying with homophobic slurs to Mickey (and what Mickey thought was more important) and to Ian, also.

The picture went flying on the floor and Mandy had picked it up. Looking at it and feeling a tight feeling in her chest of empathy for her now bloody, bruised, and hurt brother. She stood up and tried to stop her dad.

"Stop It!" She yelled, but it didn't work.
She took a deep breath and spoke what she knew that she had to.....

"The pictures mine!" She yelled and Terry stopped immediately and looked at her.

"Really?" He asked, still holding onto Mickey by his bruised neck.

"Yes! I was upset that he left, so he gave me a picture of him so that i can remember him and shit."

"Oh," Terry let go of Mickey and Mickey fell to the beige couch and slid off to the hard floor. "Well, keep that fucking shit in your room!" He yelled, then walked off.

Mandy ran to help her big brother up and onto the couch.

"I just saved you ASS! You owe me bitch..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks. Just, keep it for a while," Mickey barely managed to get out.

"What, you don't want it?"

"Yeah, dumbass, I still want it, but I can't risk anything."

Mandy just nodded and walked to her room.

Mickey spend the rest of the night in his room. Crying.. And aching...

Knowing that he'll probably never get that picture back.
Knowing that he should've never even had that picture in the beginning.
Knowing that sometimes numbness is the best option for the situation because all the other feelings are shit. Even happiness because it'll never be the same without Ian.
Knowing that Ian will still be gone for another 4 years minimum.
And it's only been 3 weeks.
3 weeks of anger.
3 weeks of sadness.
3 weeks of regret.
3 weeks of numbness.

It's been 3 weeks.

It's been 3, agonizing, weeks.