" Frank get out!" Ian could hear Fiona yelling from downstairs. Lip came in the room a cigarette parted neatly between his bottom and top lip. Ian noticed from the corner of his eye a crimson color. Ian jumped up " What happened?" Lip lighted the cigarette glancing at the end of the stick to Ian. He let out a puff of smoke, " Some shithead tried to punk me out of my job."

" Ronny again?"

" Prick doesn't think I know how to do my job I've done for years. Keeps threatening to send his brother on me. Fucker's gonna threatin the wrong person."

Ian lied back down staring at the ceiling, feeling extra down today. " Hey, how you doing?"

Ian internally flinched. " I'm good." " Meds working?" "Yeah.." Lip nodded in satisfaction. Although he knew his brother wasn't completely okay now, at least suicide was out of the question. He also had Mickey to thank.

Ian stood quickly and walked out the door. " Going to get a good fuck?" Lip called out. A vague " Fuck you" was heard.

In all honesty Ian didn't know where he was going he just wanted out. He walked past Carl who was annoying Debbie and Fiona kicking a knocked out Frank. This was all shit. Too much to fucking handle anymore.

He wanted Mickey.

Yeah same shit was probably going down at Mickey's house but hey least Mickey got something too. He walked down the rode. The cold air giving him chills.

Something felt weird. Something felt off. Paranoia kicking his brain, and pulling the hairs on his neck up, Ian looked all around him for something, anything. Was someone watching him?

It felt as though someone was near him, he could feel their presence.

"Hey! who's there!" He yelled, his breath forming a hot cloud drifting in the air.

He tensed at the harsh silence, making him worry even more.

He wondered what mickey was doing.

That's all he wanted.

Ian turned back around to face his trail when something smacked him square in the face hard and quick.

Realizing he was on the ground, he tried to jerk his head back up but something pinned him down. "You have some nice legs, ginger snap." The voice laughed, and tugged at his hair.

Ian yanked out of his grasp as the attacker gave a raspy laugh.

He just wanted- no needed his mickey. "Who are you? leave me alone!" His first thought was one of his dad's enemies he owed money.

But, he would have asked for frank let alone the money. He was almost teasing Ian. Flirting with him.

The man rubbed circles around Ian's nipples teasing them. Ian tensed. " STOP! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" the man slapped Ian in the face causing him to go silent.

The man rubbed Ian's chest smoothly. humming and groaning. Ian tried to kicked out of the mans grasp but this man was big. Bigger than the whole Gallagher family put together.

"please." Ian whispered as the man put his hand down Ian's pants. Ians eyes went wide as he went wild kicking and punching. This couldn't be happening. He just wanted Mickey...