It was the middle of the night. How had he not woken up Svetlana? He was gasping for air, he nearly drowned. He looked at the clock, 3 am. His heart was pounding, his breathing racing. He had never been so awake. A nightmare.
He could remember all the details. He finally told Gallagher how he felt, told him he loved him, Svetlana had agreed to get a divorce in exchange for $20,000. She could clear her debts and head back to Russia. She was never pregnant. And as he told Gallagher that he wanted him to stay because he wanted to be with him, he was pulled backwards. His Dad had been stood behind him. He was slammed against the wall, the wall where he had thrown Gallagher.
From there, his Dad was laughing, laughing with Gallagher. Both of them together. Was Gallagher just a test, was it a set up by his Dad? Out of nowhere, he was stood in a graveyard, a grave already dug. 6 foot deep? No, he couldn't see the bottom of it. He asked for help from Gallagher. He needed him to help him away from his Dad. Gallagher walked towards him, kissed him and then pushed him. He was falling backwards. Backwards into an unending pit.
As he was falling, he thought that Gallaghers hand had caught him just in time. It had. He was suspended there for what seemed like an hour. Then his slippy hands let him down. He could hear a shotgun going off, Gallagher had fallen with him. No. He was floating downward, a cheeky smile. Mickey wasn't falling, he was being pulled down. The shot hit his hand, he couldn't attempt to hold on to the tree roots. He was in pain, and no matter how much he screamed for it to be over, it wasn't. Gallagher was still behind him, still smiling.
He wasn't in a grave anymore, it was a deep lake. He wasn't being drowned though. No, that would have ended it all. He was being kept alive, just enough breath each time he tried to reach for the surface, before he went back under. All he could hear were the taunts, not from his Dad, but from behind him, from Gallagher. As he turned to look at him, he was stood over his body. Gallaghers body. In a pool of blood, it became so real that as a door banged outside he woke up.
Terry walked into his house as Mickey awoke, he walked past his room. The door was ajar, and Mickey looked his Dad in the eye, still barely able to breathe. Terry walked on, and as he hit his bed, began snoring unrelentingly. What the fuck was he going to do?