The next morning when Mickey woke up, it was not to screaming, he was woken up by his brother's pulling him off his bed. His head bounced off the floor, it hurt so bad, but he did not cry out, he stayed silent. He knew that if he cried they would only hurt him worse.
His brother Iggy punched him in the gut, repeatedly while his other brothers held him down.
They were only interrupted when his dad came stumbling into the room. He was still overly drunk from the day before. He laughed and hit Mickey once, then continued into the bathroom.
Around noon his mom showed up, Terry had left for "work" an hour earlier, all his brother's were at school, or at least they were supposed to be at school. Mickey was alone in the house.
His mom grabbed some of his clothes and a few more and Mandy's things and they left. Mickey didn't think they would ever be coming back. That thought scared him, as well as made him happy. His brothers scared him, his dad scared him, that house scared him.
They went to Monica's house. Mickey was glad they went there. He liked that red haired boy, Ian. Mickey never really had any friends, he hoped Ian could be his friend.
When they walked in the door Mickey saw his baby sister laying on a blanket on the floor playing with some toys, Ian was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and Mickey guessed that Lip was at school. He could hear Monica moving around in the kitchen, he guessed and hoped that she was making lunch, he was really hungry.
After eating lunch Mickey was told that he and Ian would be sharing a room. Mickey followed Ian into the room they would be sharing. As soon as they entered the room the red-head began telling Mickey about everything.
"These are my cars, you can play wiff 'em if you want. And that's the bed, we go sleep in there." Ian kept talking but Mickey stayed silent and stopped listening.
He couldn't stop thinkng bout what would happen with dad found out they were gone. Would he try to follow them? Would he try to hurt them? Mickey's thoughts were interrupted when Monica came in the room.
"I hope you're okay with sleeping in here?" She was talking quite loudly, and her voice was kinda squeeky, it hurt Mickey's ears.
"It's okay." Mickey was trying to be nice, and not let his fear show.
"Alrighty dear. How about you and Ian play for alittle while, until Lip gets home from school then maybe all three of you can play." She smiled at him before she left the room.
Ian wanted to color. They sat on the floor with slightly wrinkled pieces of paper and a small tub of half broken crayons between them.
Mickey was drawing a cat, he liked cats, but he wasn't allowed to have one. His cat was dark grey and had a few black patches on it, with bright green eyes. It didn't exactly look like a cat; it looked like a blob of colors with a tail, but Mickey knew what it was and that was all that mattered.
Mickey glanced over at Ian's paper, the red-head had drawn two little stick-ish figure boys, one with bright red hair, the other with black. The boys were holding hands. Mickey knew that the little boys in the picture were him and Ian. He smiled because maybe Ian was already his friend, maybe Ian really liked him.
But if Mickey liked Ian back, did that make him a fag? His dad and brothers hated fags, Mickey couldn't be a fag.
A few hours later Lip came home. He didn't say hi to Mickey and he didn't look to happy to find out that Mickey, Mandy and their mom would be staying there for awhile.
Mickey really had to take a piss. He asked where the bathroom was, neither his mom nor Monica had thought to tell him. When he tried to go in the bathroom he was stopped by Lip.
"I don't like you." Mickey shrugged.
"I need to go to the bathroom." Lip stood in his way.
"Move." Lip didn't; Mickey pushed him. Lip fell backward into the bathroom. Mickey tried to step over him but Lip tripped him.
"Fucker. Don't trip me." Mickey was mad, really mad. He punched Lip as hard as he could in the face; Lip started crying. Mickey got up and went pee. He left Lip crying on the bathroom floor behind him.
"What were you thinking hitting Lip?" His mom was yelling at him, Monica was tending to Lip.
"I had to piss, he wouldn't get outta my way. Said he didn't like me, he tripped me, I punched him." His mom shook her head.
"Mikey, you know that you can't fight with him. If you do we can't stay here." She looked mad, but she sounded scared. Mickey didn't want her to be scared or mad.
Mickey mumbled an "I'm sorry." toward Lip. The older boy sniffled a little bit and repeated the words.
Mickey sat in his, well actually Ian's room on the bed they were to share. He felt bad for making his mom mad and scared but he didn't feel bad about hitting Lip, in fact he was happy that he had hit Lip.
But that also terrified him, his brothers and dad were happy when they hit someone, they didn't care that the other person was hurt. Mickey didn't want to be like his dad or his brothers.
Note to readers- Oooo, I made little Mickey cuss outloud! Okay so some of you are probably thinking Mickey shouldn't be having thought's like the ones he's having, he's barely 5, but you have to remember he is Mickey Milkovich, the been cussin' since the womb, fighting since he was knee high to a grasshopper and c'mon he's the Dirtiest White Boy In America :P Let me know what you thought. I love getting reviews. -Jimmy-er, I mean Alayna.