"Ashton I'm so-"
"No. You're right. I'm sorry Halsey." He said. I stood up and hugged him.
"I'm sorry." I whispered in his ear. He just nodded. We let go and I went back to Michael. He sat up with big eyes. He looked very shocked.
"What?"
"I didn't know you could scream that much. And how are you babe? Jacqueline?"
"I'm good. You?"
"I'm good and I don't believe that."
When he said that I broke down. I missed my dad so much and I felt so bad for what I said to Ashton. Michael hugged me with a worried face.
"You can tell me."
"Two years ago my dad got murdered. Me, mom and Ashton were there. My dad got stabbed by a knife. I got stabbed to but I survived. But I wish it was me who died instead. I'm to fucked up for this world." I said.
"You're not fucked up Halsey. You are perfect."
