Kev had to go to the Alibi and Jimmy went with him. V and Fiona were left in the kitchen washing dishes. "So you okay Fi?" Fiona put down the cup she was watching. "My baby brother is in the hospital because his lover/boyfriend/fuck-buddy's, I honestly don't know, homophobic asshole dad beat the shit out of him. Oh and that kids living at my house because he can't go home and his sister is here because said dick-head father rapes her. Then there's their little brother whose meth-head mom made her believe that she was a girl. But hey you know what? At least Monica isn't here."

Mickey lay down in Ian's bed and pulled the camouflage covers over him. The garbage bag with is stuff on the floor a few feet away. "So," Carl started," you like to lick gay wieners." Mickey choked on his sip of beer and sat up. "What?" Carl sat up and looked at him. "You like to lick my brother's wiener. You like to lick gay wieners." Mickey just shook his head. "Yeah sure, whatever." Carl snorted. "What's it like?" Mickey glared at him. This kid was a fucktard. "It's like sucking your brother's dick and then having it up my asshole." Carl just nodded. "Cool."

Mickey threw his empty beer bottle in the trash. He considered smoking a blunt; honestly he just didn't have it in him. He lay down and wrapped the blanket around himself and closed his eyes. The scene of Ian beaten and bleeding ran through his head. His dad slurring out fag over and over. Mickey had never felt so hurt by the use of that word. Hell he used it practically every fucking day.

He was just lying there. He was never going to get any sleep anytime soon. He heard the door open and assumed it was just Carl leaving to take a piss. He felt a hand on his back. He jumped up. He turned to the hand. He saw Lips unmistakable blue eyes in the dim light coming from the hallway. Lip could see the unmistakable terror on Mickey's face. "Chill dude no one is going to hurt you, now come down stairs and help me plan revenge. Mickey jumped out of bed and closed the door quietly. He quickly followed lip down stairs. "You want a beer or coffee?" mickey looked over at him. "Coffee thanks."

Lip made two cups of coffee and walked into the living room Mickey following in suit. The two sat on the couch and sipped there coffee in silence for a moment. "Look I know he's your dad or whatever but he tried to kill my brother and you. I'm not a phsyco but I think we need to… get… rid of him." He looked at Mickey curious as to how he would react. He hadn't told Mandy he knew she would be pissed.

"Let's do it." Mickey said. "Do what?" Lip cursed under his breath as Mandy dismounted the stairs and went onto his lap. "Kill dad. I say we burn the house down. While he's asleep. Don't give me sit Mandy you know he deserves it." She sighed, she knew he was right, and she hated it.