This is a short . having a bit of writer's block, Since it is Sunday and all...
The pain was too immense for Ian. And he knew it. He knew he needed Mickey. He needed to hear his voice. Hearing his voice was like talking to god, if he were to be religious. But he wasn't. Mickey was the closest thing Ian had to religion. Which when he thought about it, sounded horrible. It was the truth for him though.
He thought what it would be like when he finally came face to face with him again. Or if he even would. He was scared to, though. He didn't want to see in his eyes what he saw that day. The pain. Because Mickey in pain made him hurt. Made him feel like his insides were being torn out, or something to that painful extent. He didn't know, because through his heartbreak, Mickey's pain was all he could think about.
The next morning, Fiona went around, waking everyone up for school. He hid his face under his blanket so he couldn't be seen. Not like this. Not broken and beaten. She would ask too many questions. He laid there, wondering up some crazy cover story.
"What the fuck happened to your face?" He heard Lip ask as he pulled the blanket off of him. "Get beat up by Linda"?
"Its none of your fucking business, Lip. Stop asking questions and help me get the fuck out of here so that Fiona doesn't see me and start asking, too" Ian said, being rather rude.
Lip knew something was up. But he didn't have time to try to talk to him about it, because his phone started to go off.
"Yea, what's up"? Lip asked. "..what?..how?.. Ok, I am on my way" he finished as he hung the phone up.
"Ian, get your ass up. Were not going to school. Get dressed and meet me outside. Use the Window if you have to' He said in a worried tone.
"What happened"? Ian asked
"Karen. She was hit last night. Gotta get to the hospital" is all he said.
Not 5 minutes later, Ian was out of the window, meeting up with Lip around the corner, under the EL.
Lip looked at Ian with concern, and he wasn't having it.
"Tell me who beat the dog shit out of you, NOW, Ian" Lip demanded
"No one important. I don't really want to talk about it. Please don't make me talk about it. Not yet" Ian asked, with tears in his eyes. Right then, Lip had an Idea. But he wasn't going to say anything. Not until Ian wanted to talk about it.