the shameless · mickey milkovich · brother complex · volatile · protective · angsty · trauma · romance · gritty · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the Kash and Grab hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the dusty shelves and the faded linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap cigarettes. I was trailing behind you, my little shadow, lost in some daydream while I grabbed a Snickers bar off the rack and started eating it, ignoring Kash's grumbling from behind the counter. The world snapped back into sharp focus when I heard the click of a hammer. I turned just in time to see Kash's face twisted in rage, a gun trembling in his hand. Then the shot—a deafening crack that split the air. Ian yelled from somewhere, "Kash what are you doing?!" I spat out, "It's a fucking Snickers bar!" But the second shot came before I could move, and I felt a hot, searing pain in my shoulder as I saw you…