Mickey's POV::
His words keep rewinding in my head, as if that is all I will hear for the rest of my life. And they sting worse each time, lighting my skin on fire. 'Your gay, and you love me…admit it'.
I am a Milkovich, I can't admit to something like that. My father's temper has already proved that to me. His fist hitting firecrotch in the face and throwing him across the room. Seeing that hurts. But I will never admit to that, either. But I had to protect him. I did what I could, by jumping on Terry's back. Pulling him off of that beautiful red-haired boy, and taking the beating myself. Fuck, I have been shot twice for this kid. I have gone to juvie twice for this kid. But I will never fucking admit that the second time was for him. Never. I don't do that. And as bad as I wanted to, I would never had killed Frank. That's not how it happens. Gallagher may not be close to his father, but he is still his father. I thought from time to time, scaring the shit out of Frank into not saying anything he saw that day. My legs around his neck, taking in his tasteful smell, seeing his sweat run down his skin through my slightly open eyes, to where he couldn't see that I was basking in his glory. "DAMN IT, Milkovich!" I had to stop thinking about him. I mean, Terry is forcing me to marry that whore he made me fuck, while Gallagher was watching, all because "she's pregnant". For fuck sakes, the bitch is a whore. It ain't my fucking kid! It cant be! This cant be real! I am not supposed to be in this predicament. Im supposed to be.. "God damnit" Stop thinking about him, Milkovich!
A while later, I make my way home, and see my fuck head sister washing the hood of who-ever-the-fuck's car. What the hell is she doing? All that is missing is some money, a bikini and a boat load of men watching her. Fucking slut. But hey, She's determined to scrub that car clean.
"What'd ya hit"? I ask her, trying to pretend I don't have hurt in my voice, because she still doesn't know about me and Firecrotch. She has no Idea, and I want it to stay that way. After all, It's over between the two of us.
"Girl at School" She said, not taking her eyes off the car, and still scrubbing.
But she's missing a lot. I can see hair in the wipers. WAY TO GO, MANDY MILKOVICH. I couldn't be more proud of her. I wonder who she ran down. Probably that whore Karen. Who knows. I heard rumors of her screaming in the bathroom at school, and people saying she was fucking the brains out of Lip. Which reminds me, I am going to smash his face in when I see him next, for screwing over my little sister.
"Don't forget to check for hair behind the grill. Call Matty about the wind shield" I told her. Don't need her getting into any shit. She seems to be the only one in the family who hasn't gotten into any shit. Before now anyways.
I walked into the house, and no one was home. Thank god. And then it started again, the tears. I would do ANYTHING to take this all back. Every second. But not Gallagher. That is something I would never want to take back. Because right then, it hit me. I am Gay, and I love that shitty redhead, Ian Gallagher.