It's been months since I've seen Mickey. Mandy said she hasn't seen him either. I wish I wouldn't have gone that rough on him, his mom had just returned home and god knows how he felt about it.
"Are you sure you haven't heard from him?" I said to Mandy that was folding Layla's clothes.
"Ian, please stop asking. Your sister is coming home today and you haven't even talked about it once. All you are worried about is Mick. He is fine. I'm sure he will come back home soon," she said stacking a shirt on a pile of shirts.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want to be the reason he ran away," I said frowning.
"Just remember, he was the reason you ran back," she said grabbing another shirt.
"Yeah, I guess you are right," I said sighing.
"I'm always right. Name a time I was wrong," she said jokingly pushing me and I laughed.
"Now, what are you going to do when Layla comes home?" she said grabbing pants this time.
"My dad is in rehab now so I'm going to clean the house before she gets here. I'm going to play with her once we get her all settled in again," I said smiling.
"Good idea," she said getting up from Layla's bed and put the clothes away.
"You need a bigger bed for her. She's how old now?" Mandy said.
"5. She's already 5. I missed 3 years of her life. Imagine never knowing you have siblings," I said thinking deep and hard.
"I never knew I had another brother until my mom came home 2 years later with Mickey. I was 6 at the time and only had Jeremy and Cole for brothers. Or at least that's what I thought," Mandy said sitting back down on the floor.
In Mandy's family, there's the two eldest brothers, Jeremy and Cole. Then there is Mickey who is 4 years younger than Mandy.
"Oh wow. Why?" I asked trying not to be nosey.
"I honestly don't know," Mandy said.
"Oh," I said getting up.
"I'm going to go. Tell me how everything goes," she said patting my head.
"Will do,"
It was lonely when no one was hanging out with me. Mandy was too busy with her taking care of her mom. My dad was in rehab. My mom dead. My sister at my grandparents. My brother god knows where. Mickey ran away. Ethan moved away but didn't tell me. I was alone. The sad part was is that I was alone. I was just too busy to notice. No one really cared about me enough to spend time with me. I wish my mom was still here, she would know what to do. She always knew what to do. I miss her so much.
I picked myself back up and grabbed my wallet. I can't keep thinking about how my life sucks and how depressed I am, I have to get off my ass and do something about it and stop expecting someone to fix it. Like my dad used to say. You can't just except everything to be perfect and normal. It's reality, there's always something fucked up about it.
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A fucked life (very flawful)-Ian Gallagher By: Keirla Olmstead (Book 1)
Non-fictieThis is part 1 out of many parts. Ian Gallagher takes you through his hell of a life. Wither it's his crush that isn't gay or at least says he isn't. His mom dying. His abusive brother. His drunk dad. His painfully honest sister or maybe his best fr...
