When all is said and done, leaving was never the hard part.

It wasn't even hard to pack up all of Ian's shit and call Dr Pedo to help him get Ian to the clinic. None of that was hard, not even finding out about the guy's Ian had fucked behind his back or the way he was 'making his living'. It was almost too easy to just pack up his own shit and call Gigi, his best friend from childhood, from before her family skipped town and headed to Miami. It was gratifying when he had withdrawn all of Terry's money, looted his guns for more cash and took his car; just one last fuck you to the prick.

No. The hardest thing about this whole fucking mess had been Mickey having to listen to his sister, his goddamn sister, defend the asshole that had broken his heart. Mickey would never admit this out loud, but in his own head, he could admit that he had thought that Ian had been the love of his life, and in the end, it was all worth nothing. He was worth nothing: easily replaced by any willing ass. Mickey knew he hadn't exactly handled everything with Ian's illness well, but he deserved more than that from the person who was supposed to love him. In the end, Mickey had thought he just deserved more than his shitty life for once.

In the end he had to hit below the belt to shut Mandy up. He said goodbye to his son and Svetlana, letting them know that they could call him whenever and that he'd keep in touch, not that Yev would be able to talk back or anything if he did call. He grabbed his stuff and high-tailed it out of Shitsville as fast as he could. Not stopping until he reached where he was heading.