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Terry was drunk.
He sat in the living room drinking beer after beer before switching to the harder stuff.
He stared at the screen; a football game was on.
Terry only ever watched two things on the TV: football and porn.
Both was disturbing to witness.
Mickey tip toed from his room to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for himself.
Suddenly the sound of shattering glass and a growl startled him.
He looked over to his dad on the couch. On the wall next to the TV was a stain and beer dripped down the wall like frosting on a cake.
"You complete fucking looser!" He screamed at the TV.
Mickey let out a breath he didn't notice he was holding when he noticed, that Terry didn't mean him.
"Son" his voice boomed through the room.
Mickey looked at him.
"Bring me another beer"
Mickey sighed and grabbed a beer from the fridge bringing it over to him.
"Look at that stupid faggot! Maybe he would play better if he wouldn't spend so much time sucking the other players' dicks" he grunted.
Mickey just nodded.
"Look at you, bringing me beer and nodding at everything? What are you? A little tweaking Bitch?"
Mickey clenched his fist.
He knew he shouldn't react, he shouldn't even listen. His dad just wanted to start a fight, and both knew that a fight wouldn't end well for Mickey.
"What you got nothing to say? Sometimes I think you can't be my son, bet your whore of a mother just tried to smuggle you into the family. God knows you're the spawn of the fucking cop who always arrested me"
Mickey stared at him. Talking about his mother was a line people shouldn't cross. Calling her a whore was one to many.
Mickey tried to get up and just walk out of the room, to beat up a random kid instead of letting it out on his dad.
"What you run away now? Just like your mother?"
Mickey turned around and punched him across the face.
Terry was only waiting for that, he jumped up from the couch and lunged at his son, punching and breaking his nose.
Mickey stumbled through the house.
"Don't talk about my mother you asshole!"
Terry shoved him against a wall.
"The fuck did you just call me?"
Mickey kicked him and tried to free himself out of his father's death grip.
He finally managed to Land a punch in his gut and ran out of the house.
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Mickey walked into the Alibi. He was 17 but no one cared anyways, this was the damn south side.
And he wasn't here to drink anyways.
He walked through a door and up the stairs to the apartment the bartender rented out as Rub'n'Tug.
"Uh, it's the pretty one again" one of the girls, Raisa, said "You want a taste of something new finally?"
Mickey rolled his eyes at her "Where's Svet?"
Raisa sighed and pointed to the other end of the room.
Mickey walked between the sheets, which were hung up to separate the girls and costumers, until he was at the end of the room.
He pushed the sheet back ignoring the yelp of the guy lying next to Svetlana, she had his dick in her hand, pumping it.
"I told you to not come in when I'm working" she said bored but sighed when she saw his bloody nose. " Hey Raisa" she called through the Rub'n'Tug, the girl came running, excited at the thought of getting her hands on Mickey. Svetlana muttered a few sentences in Russian and Raisa looked rather disappointed when she took the strangers dick in her hand, Svetlana let go.
The Russian quickly got up and cleaned her hand with a tissue while walking downstairs with Mickey.
"Kev, two shots, V, get something to stop bleeding"
Mickey and Svet sat down at the bar. Mickey downed the shot, holding it out to Kevin for a refill.
"Your dad, huh?" He asked while his wife came back with a small first aid kid that was mainly filled with stolen drugs.
"Stupid boy, what did you do this time?"
"Nothing " Mickey scoffed and winced when Svetlana rubbed the blood off his face rather ungently.
"I told you, ignore piece of shit father when he talks Bullshit" Svetlana exclaimed and muttered something in Russian.
"He talked shit about my mom"
Kevin handed him a beer knowing he needed it when it came to his mother.
"Your mom was an angel. Don't let anyone tell you anything different."
V eventually swatted Svetlana's rough hands away and fixed Mickeys nose properly.
"If he keeps hitting, I make you live with me" Svetlana downed her own shot.
Mickey smiled sadly, knowing that this wouldn't be possible.
Mickey stayed in the bar til late. Svetlana and him at some point moved from the bar to a booth to talk under 4 eyes.
"Roger Spikey was in last week. Got drunk and told everybody about this amazing, perfect ass he fucked. That you?" She grinned.
Mickey chuckled and nodded.
"It true what they say? Donkey dick?"
Mickey bit his lip and grinned dirtily.
Svetlana was the only person who knew he was gay.
It was 2 years back, Mickey had been fifteen and snuck into the Rub'n'Tug.
That's when he met Svetlana who had looked him up and down.
"You're young" she had said and shrugged "so, what you want?"
Mickey had swallowed hard and had looked at her, he had tried to feel turned on or anything positive when he had seen her half naked body through her tight, short and lacey clothes.
"Ca-can you..." He had stuttered and Svetlana had raised an eyebrow at the nervous boy.
"Can I what?"
Mickey had taken a deep breath and whispered: "Can you make me straight?"
Svetlana had just looked at him and her face had softened, she had shaken her head and taken Mickeys hand to take him downstairs to the bar where they had sat down and talked.
Mickey felt safe, talking to Svetlana about being gay. He couldn't even imagine telling anyone else.
If his dad would find out, he would definitively kill him.
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Svetlana gave him a kiss on the cheek when Mickey left.
He walked through the dim lighted streets, it was late, if he was lucky his dad and sister would be already asleep.
He opened the door to his house quietly, closed it and cursed at the clicking sound.
He made a step into the fhallway then he stopped again - he heard a muffled scream.
Mickeys heart beat faster when he came closer to Mandy's door.
He heard crying noises and muffled screams, accompanied by low grunts and slurs from another, deeper voice.
"No, no, stop!" It was Mandy's panic filled voice, she begged and pleaded.
Mickey couldn't move, he stood in the hallway like a stone.
When he heard another scream echoing through the house, he finally snapped out of it. He ran to the weapon cabinet and got a gun out.
He sprinted back and tried to open the door, it was locked.
"Open the fuck up" he yelled and kicked against the door.
"Mickey!" He heard Mandy whine.
"Open up or I kick the fucking door in!"
He just heard the grunting and the crying continuing.
Mickey brought his whole body weight against the door, throwing himself at it until it finally jumped open, banging against the wall.
Mickey stopped in shock.
He held the gun in his hands, pointed at the bed. He stared at the scene before him.
There was his father, jeans pushed to his knees... on top of His little 15 year old sister... her dress hang torn on her body. She was crying. His father's big hand was pressed down on her mouth.
Mickeys hands started to shake violently.
He could barely wrap his head around what was happening.
Mandy looked at him in panic, begging him to help with her big, dark eyes.
That's when Mickey seemed to wake up.
"Fucking get off her!" He screamed at Terry. He didn't even seem to hear him "get the fuck off her or I decorate the wall with your brains"
His voice shook as much as his hands.
He always wanted to shoot his dad, but now with this scene in front of him, he felt too weak to even hold the gun up.
He shot.
He missed Terrys head only for an inch, but that seemed to at least get through to him.
He turned his head to him and let go of his daughter.
Mickey pointed the gun at him and shot again.
He missed again, the bullet shattering the windowpane.
"What do you think you're doing, Boy?!"
Mickey panted in fear and shock, the gun in his hand shook heavily.
"I'm gonna fucking shoot you if you put another fucking finger on her!" He yelled, he couldn't even convince himself with his unsteady voice.
But his dad was drunk. He was past the violent aggressive drunk and was now in the slow, heavy state. It was the only state in that Mickey had the upper hand.
He lunged for his dad, bringing the handle of the gun down on his face.
"Get the fuck out, out of here!" He screamed at him and shoved him as good as he could out of the room.
He eventually managed to shove and push and kick his dad out of his sister's room and closed the door.
He leaned against it a few seconds, taking deep breaths, before he turned around again, seeing his sister lying in the bed curled up in herself.
Mickey swallowed hard and looked around. He spotted the dresser next to him and pushed it in front of the door, hoping it would stop Terry from coming back in.
The Milkovich hesitated before slowly walking over to the shaking girl.
He decided to just be quiet and not say anything. He just crawled up on her bed and combed with his fingers through her hair.
Mandy sobbed and after a while crawled up to her brother, hugging him and being cuddled and comforted by him. Mickey felt helpless, what was he supposed to do now?