Mike schmidt x healing user

I told him

12PM
Y/Ns POV

Me and Mike are both laying down on his bed, my face buried in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around me like he'll never let do, and I hope he doesn't. His warm embrace makes me feel comfortable. "Mike," I say in a whisper. "Hm?" "Can I tell you something?" I ask him as my heart starts to pound, He nods. "So, when I was living with my parents, they'd abuse me constantly physically, emotionally, and mentally." I sit up to show him the bruises on my stomach. It's a mix of purple and yellow. Mike's face drops to the floor, like I committed a crime. His face is a mix of worry and sadness. "Jesus.." He says in a mumble. "When did this happen?" "A few weeks ago, it doesn't hurt as much anymore." Mike locks eyes with me, I can see tears form in his eyes as a single drop falls down his cheek. I swallow hard, but I pull him into a tight hug and kiss his tears. As i say in a low voice. "I'll always kiss your tears when you cry." Mike buries his face in my chest, I can feel a small smile form and I smile too. "I didn't mean to cry, I know you've lived a shitty life, but I didn't know it was this bad." He sniffles, he calms down quickly. "Is there anything else you want to talk about, Y/N?" He asks me. It's time Y/n, it's time that Mike should know everything. My mind says to me.

I nod.
"Sure."

"So this is how it started, Mike."
I take a deep breath. "When I was about 10, my parents started to change. They drank more and more everyday, they started to yell at me and scream until they started to throw things at me. Then when I turned 11, I started to get depressed and cut myself. Then I tried to kill myself my over dosing on anti-depressants, but it wasent enough to overdose, and the other time was when I tried to stab myself with scissors. By the time I turned 13, my parents started to hit me with anything they could find in sight, and they took drugs like coke and others. And one time, they both got so drink that they made me have some, I never wanted it but my mom said that "if you don't do thing, I'll break your nose." I was scared, but never bothered to call the police. And it just got worse every year." I can feel the tears form into a waterfall as the tears fall down, they don't stop. Mike pulls me into a cuddle, we both lay down, I cry for about an hour or 2.