Chapter I
A pale white brute, with slicked brown hair squatted on a toilet. He lit a joint and heaved the core until he felt some relief. Life wasn't what it used to be. Before, it was easier to jog around fucking shit up, and getting fucked. There was no restrictions. But, ever since that day, Mickey Milkovich could only somber in fear for what his father could do to him. He had already been forced to marry a hooker, Svetlana, who screeched in commie, and bent over for anyone willing to pay. And Ian… The Gallagher kid.. Mickey took another drag from his cigarette. There was no solace, to anything anymore, why did life have to be so grey. More than grey actually, It was painful. Every second, was gut wrenchingly lonely. Sitting, shitting, and slipping from reality, Mandy barged through the door in a black baggy tank top and boy shorts.
"So, you like to see all your guys when they're taking a dump." Mickey grunted in annoyance. "This bitch," he raised his finger pointing at her, and slumping it back down to pick up the cigarette in his mouth. "God, no wonder Gallavich got rid of your ass." Mandy was in no mood to take any of Mickey's crap. She blew her fringe out of her face, and screeched back, " fuck. Up."
"Oooh someone's getting nasty."
"I didn't come here, to waste my time staring at my brother taking a shit. So, let's cut the crap. Ian's in trouble."
"Yeah, so what, that kid's not my problem."
"Fiona's in jail, Jamie's in the hospital, everythings falling apart...You know, you're the reason he left in the first place."
Mickey scattered his eyes to the ground and around. Embarassed. and reminded of the hurt, he tried to conceal his sad eyes and pout. Ian didn't have to leave. HE was the one being selfish. What did he expect Mickey to do, to go out and run after him like some bitch. This was the south side, they'd both be dead. He was doing them both a favour. Mickey sighed.
"You know you're the reason he left" Mandy repeated. "So go find him." She tossed mickey a crumpled piece of paper with an address sketched on it. "Try and get there before 2a.m., or else you'll probably miss him." And with that, Mandy Milkovich strutted off, leaving Mickey even more confused than he had been before. Ian was the smart one. Ian was the one who got HIM out of trouble, what the hell could he do.