Michael POV
I didn't want to let her go. I kissed her forehead and led her to the kitchen to clean her up. She looked pretty bad Jamie looked okay to me just some bruises. Y/n however had a bloody nose and a busted lip and some deep cuts on her face. I picked her up and I put her on the counter to clean her wounds. She held a tissue to her nose. As I cleaned her up she didn't look at me, she locked her eyes on the scar she gave me a week or two ago.
"Im sorry Michael."
I looked at her, she had tears in her eyes.
"I doesn't matter anymore."
"YES IT DOES MATTER!!"
I looked at her with wide eyes.
"It matter because you are doing all this for me, and I was the one that gave you that scar, I didn't give two shits about you 2 weeks agog but now you and Jamie are the most important things to me!!"
I continued to look at her.
"You've been a good friend to me..that means something."
My heart stopped, Her words were repeating in my head I put her off the counter.
"I love you." I said.
