Note to readers- Alright guys I have a little over half of the next chapter of Cross My Heart, Cross My Fingers written but I just can't write anymore of it right now. I'll probably finish it tomorrow. Also this is the chapter I have been waiting to write. -Jimmy
It had been two months since Mickey had seen his dad, two months since he had been beaten by his father and his brothers. Mickey didn't have any bruises staining his skin. Nothing hurt.
Every night for two months Mickey had cuddled with Ian. For two months Mickey had woken up with his arms and legs entwined with Ian's. During those two months, Mickey and Ian had held hands multiple times, almost every day actually.
Lip had become a lot friendly toward Mickey. Mickey still sometimes wanted to deck the kid in the fucking face, but he wasn't so bad. They all got along and played together and watched cartoons. Ian was always happy and laughing, smiling and in a good mood. Mickey was glad Ian was in such a good mood always, if he hadn't been Mickey would have been pretty fucking upset; not because he caredabout the kid or anything, only because he was friends with the kid, he didn't want him to be sad.
It was a Thursday, the whole family was going out shoppingm Mickey didn't know why they all had to fucking go, but he definitely couldn't stay home by himself.
Mickey saw him first, his mom was busy pushing Mandy in the cart and talking with Monica. Ian and Lip didn't know who he was so of course they didn't notice him.
Mickey didn't make any noise, didn't act like even saw him. He subconciously stepped closer to Ian, to-protect him.
After they left the grocery store they had to make a quick trip to some cheap fucking department store, they needed to get Mandy a few new clothes, all that Monica had in the house was boy clothes and what she had were way to big. Mickey's mom had no problem with dressing Mandy in boys clothes, but she certinly couldn't put her in clothes that didn't fit.
When they left the grocery store, Mickey payed close attention, he followed them.
Monica stayed outside with all of the groceries and all of the kids save Mandy.
Mickey made sure Ian stayed next to him. Mickey kept one eye on the man across the street from them, Mickey knew who he was.
His mom came out of the store, a bag full of cheap ass clothes for his baby sister on her arm, Mandy in the other.
Mickey doesn't know what fucking possessed Monica to lean over and kiss his mom in the middle of the the fucking street, in the middle of the fucking day.
Mickey wanted to scream at her and tell her she was fucking retarded, wanted to tell them that fucking he was watching. He would fucking kill them.
The next day Monica had to go to Lip's school, she left Ian with Mickey and his mom and Mandy.
It was around lunchtime, Ian and Mickey were in their room, coloring. Mandy was taking a nap. His mom was cleaning up from lunch.
Someone was pounding on the front door. Mickey's heart jumped into his throat, the only time he had ever heard pounding on a door was when the cops were at the house. But Mickey knew it wasn't the cops.
It was him.
He was screaming, calling her a dyke. Mickey shoved Ian under their bed. The little red-head fit under there prefect. He would be safe, protected under there.
Mickey could hear Mandy crying, he could hear his mom crying.
He had to protect his mom. He ran out into the kitchen, he was beating the shit out of his mom, there was quite a bit of blood.
He hadn't been heard when he ran into the kitchen, he hid around the corner. He watched as his mom was beaten, he could hear bones snapping. He could feel the tears coming up in his eyes. He stomach was twisted in knots, he couldn't breath. He felt like throwing up. He stayed as quiet as he could. His mom fell to the floor, she wasn't moving, she wasn't trying to fight back, she wasn't doing anything.
Mickey knew that there was something really wrong with his mom, she was knocked out or something.
He kicked her, she didn't move, she wasn't breathing.
He drug her body outside, he was out there for quite awhile. Mickey wasn't sure what he was doing, but he stayed where he was hidden.
When he came back in, he started cleaning up the blood.
He threw the blood paper towels and dishrag into a garbage bag which he also took outsde.
Mickey took the oppertunity to run back into his and Ian's room. He could hear Ian crying under the bed.
"Ian you gotta be quiet or he'll hurt you too." Mickey was crying now, he didn't want to get hurt, and he didn't want Ian to get hurt, and his mom was gone. His mom was hurt really bad, Mickey didn't know what was going to happen to her, she wasn't breathing but maybeshe would be okay. Mickey hoped.
Hope was something Mickey didn't believe in though, why hope for something? Nothing would happen just because you wanted it to.
Mickey tried to decide if he should hide in the closet or try to fit under the bed next to Ian.
He wanted to go get Mandy, she was crying really loud, but he knew that if he went to get her no matter where he hid, they would be found. She wouldn't be quiet.
He knew it would be safer in the closet but he wanted to be close to Ian.
He got down on the floor and wiggled his way under the bed next to Ian.
Ian's face was flushed from crying.
Mickey wanted to hug him, tell him everything was going to be okay. He knew it wasn't though.
Mickey heard him in he house again. Mickey knew that he was going toward Mandy.
Ian was whimpering next to him, "Shh. Ian, please be quiet."
"I scawed Mick." Ian whispered, through tears. Mickey knew he shouldn't talk, so he didn't. He did is best, in the cramped space, to put his arms around Ian. He nuzzled his face into Ian's neck, trying to comfort the red-head.
He felt pretty fucking stupid trying to comfort Ian, but he really was doing it to comfort himself.
His mom was-dead.
Mickey had seen people get beaten before, he had seen and heard bones breakig, he had felt bones snapping, but it had never been his mom.
When Mickey was three, his brother Iggy beat the shit outta him, broke his arm, Mickey had never felt that much pain in his entire life.
Mikey couldn't imagine what his mom felt.
Mickey heard him walking around the house, searching; Mickey knew that he was looking for him, he knew that he would try to find him, and if he found him he would hurt him, he would hurt him bad.
Mandy was still crying, not as loud as before but she was still crying. Mickey still had tears running down his cheeks, he could feel Ian's body shaking as he cried.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mandy's crying became distant. He was leaving.
But he was taking Mandy.
Mickey didn't want him to take Mandy.
Monica came home, "Baby where are you at? Ian? Mickey?" She was calling out for all of them. Mickey and Ian slowly crawled out from underneath the bed.
"You don't tell her anything about what happened okay?" Ian nodded, he was still terrified, so was Mickey, but Mickey knew if either of them told what happened they would all get hurt.
"We were just playing with the cars." Mickey lied through his teeth.
"Oh that's fun. Mickey, where's your mom?"
"She left, I don't know where she went. She took Mandy." Monica looked concerned.
"She left you two alone?" Mickey nodded.
"Why would she do that?" Mickey shrugged.
"How long has she been gone?"
"Not long."
"Hmm..okay. Well you two go back and play with the cars. Lip'll be home in a few hours, he's going to this new friend of his, Karen's house for a little while after school, but then you three can play together." She smiled at Ian and Mickey before they walked back into the bedroom to play.
Mickey would never tell anyone what happened. No one could know what he saw. No one could know that he and Ian hid under their bed.
Mickey was terrified that his dad would find out that he knew. Mickey was terrified that he would be beaten like his mom.
That night while laying in bed with Ian, he cried. Ian was already asleep, their arms and legs tangled together, their bodies pressed tight agaisnt eachother.
Mickey hadn't cried so much in his entire life.
He was more terrified then he had been in a long time.
He hadn't been so scared since the time when his brother's held him down while Iggy burned him with a lit lighter, he thought they were going to start him on fire.
Mickey cried until he couldn't cry anymore.
His eyes burned, and his throat was dry.
He sniffled for a long time even after the tears were all gone.
As Mickey finally fell asleep he thought he heard a whispered, "I love you Mick." But he couldn't have heard that, Ian wouldn't have said that. Never.
Note to readers- I feel so good to finally get this chapter out of my head. Let me know all of your thoughts. I want every single one of them. -Jimmy(Alayna)