Mickey turned the door knob slowly. He peeked into the room to check on Ian.
"Ian?" Mickey called. He looked into the room. There was no sign of the depressed boy on the bed. Mickey went to check the bathroom. "Ian?" He pushed open the door without knocking. Kenyatta turned his head.
"Jesus Christ," Mickey shielded his eyes with his hand and looked away.
"You seen Ian?" Mickey asked.
"He left an hour ago." Kenyatta started to wash his hands. Mickey stared at him.
"Well where'd he go?"Mickey asked. Kenyatta shook his head.
"How would I know?" Kenyatta replied. Mickey could feel the anxiety seep into his body.
"He just up and left, and you didn't ask where?" Mickey's voice raised.
"Not my boyfriend, not my problem." Kenyatta pushed Mickey away and walked past.
"Where the fuck did he go?" Mickey cursed under his breath.
...
"How's he?" Fiona asked when Mickey called her. Mickeys breath was quick and shallow in the winter wind.
"He's gone." Mickey choked out. He walked down the street looking in every direction for a glimpse of Ian.
"What do you mean he's gone?" Fiona started to pace. Mickey cursed again.
"Like he fucked disappeared. He's not at my house or yours. I don't know where he is." Mickey wiped his eye with the palm of his hand.
"I'll call everyone. Get them looking. Go by the club, the alibi, anywhere you can think of;there's no telling where his head is at right now." Fiona instructed. Mickey pushed back his tears and ran towards the rub and tug.
...
"I checked everywhere, called every hospital. No sign of him." Debbie shook her head and collapsed on the couch. Mickey and Fiona paced back and forth past each other.
"Fairy tale?" Debbie asked.
"He's not there." Mickey said without stopping. Lip busted through the front door.
"You were supposed to watch him." Lip said charging for Mickey. He grabbed him by the collar. Mickey couldn't look him in his face. He knew that was his job and now Ian was nowhere to be seen.
"Did u check that old house where he was staying with Monica?" Lip shoved Mickey away and looked at Debbie. She shook her head.
"Maybe he went to Ned. He always seems to go there when things happen." Lip nodded and started for the door. Fiona stopped him.
"Mickey and I will go." Lip scoffed.
"Are you kidding me? He lost Ian!" Lip yelled at Fiona. He shook his head.
"If anyone's gonna go for him. It gonna be me." Fiona stopped him by the shoulder.
"Lip I need you here. I think I might lose my mind if I stay here. Besides whether he's manic or depressed; Mickey would be helpful." Lip relaxed and walked into the kitchen.
"Let's go." Fiona started and Mickey followed.
...
"Hey, . How've you been?" Fiona asked. He covered his boxer brief body with his robe.
"Good?" Ned said back. Mickey grew impatient. He pushed Fiona back.
"Hey!" Fiona said. Mickey sized him up.
"U seen Ian?" Mickey asked. Ned shifted awkwardly in place. Mickey shook his head.
"That's a yes." He pushed the old man back and charged into the room. He went behind the back and saw Ian on the king sized bed a thin sheet covering up his lower half. Mickey knew that he wasn't wearing anything under. He started to fume.
"Ian?" Fiona called caressing his face trying to wake him up. Mickey took notice of the prescription bottles on the bedside table along with a few line of cocaine. Mickey looked at Ian his left arm hanging off the bed and back at the doctor.
"What the fuck did you do?" Mickey roar grabbing the man by him collar.
"He's just sleeping. He came a couple hours ago. We talked and did other stuff." Ned smiled weakly. Mickey couldn't believe it.
"Other stuff?" He scoffed back. Mickey punched Ned right in the face.
"Stay the fuck away from him you geriatric pedophile." Mickey kept hitting till his arms were anchors.
"Mickey!" Fiona yelled for the third time in a row. He looked back at her. She shook violently. Her eyes red with tears ready to fall.
"He's not breathing!" She said starting to call 911.