"We're leaving right now" Michael growled as he gripped my wrist.
"What happened?" I questioned, lifting my hand to his cheek. He turned his head away and continued to pull me out of the bar.
I followed behind silently, trying to loosen his grip on my wrist. His grip only tightened until we reached the car.
The awkward silence that had filled the car the whole way home was finally broken when we were inside the house.
"What were you thinking y/n?" Michael fired, slamming his fist against the wall.
"What?" I asked, slightly surprised.
"Flirting with that guy? Did you not realize that I was still there? Or did you forget me again?" Michael yelled.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned. I cautiously stepped closer to him.
"I saw you talking to that guy at the bar" Michael stated.
"So? Am I not allowed to talk to other guys?" I questioned.
"No" Michael exclaimed, tugging at his hair in frustration. "No not when you're trying to make me jealous"
"I wasn't trying to make you jealous. I was just talking to someone" I explained.
"Give me your phone" Michael demanded, reaching for it.
"No" I said, pulling my hand back.
"Give me" Michael stepped closer and ripped the phone out of my hands. He looked threw it for a minute before slamming it on the ground. "I knew it"
"Michael" I screeched, looking at my now shattered phone screen. "Why did you do that?"
"Why do you have his number?" Michael shot back.
"What?" I questioned. "I don't"
"Then who is Jake?" Michael asked.
"My cousin" I yelled back.
"Don't lie" Michael shoved me by the shoulders, sending me crashing into the table by the couch. I hit my head on the corner and a large piece of glass from the lamp cut my arm.
"Y/n" Michael suddenly yelled. "Baby, c'mere"
I groaned as I was gently pulled into Michael's lap. He held me in his arms as he stood up. I felt him lay me on the couch moments later.
"I am so sorry" Michael whispered. "Y/n...I...I would never. I am so sorry" Michael stuttered.
"I know Michael" I whispered, fighting to keep my eyes open. "I know you would never hurt me on purpose"
"But I just did" Michael said as his voice cracked.
"Don't beat yourself up over this" I whispered.
Michael left a soft kiss on my forehead before he pushed himself off the ground. The only thing I remember was Michael placing an ice pack on my head before I fell asleep.
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I furrowed my eyebrows but kept my eyes closed when I felt a hand brush across my cheek. I heard some noise before I was suddenly engulfed in someone's arms.
"Mikey" I mumbled, groaning as a stinging pain formed in my arm.
"Im here" Michael replied. "Hey, watch your arm baby girl"
I glanced down at the bandage around my forearm before I closed my eyes again.
"Do you want some medicine?" Michael questioned. "For your head?"
"I'm fine" I whispered, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.
"Y/n" Michael murmured.
I groaned and opened my eyes. "What?" I snapped.
Michael's gaze softened as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. "I'm so sorry about what happened last night. I would never hurt you, I didn't realize how hard I pushed you"
"Michael, it's okay. I'm okay, I promise" I replied.
Michael nodded as he brought his lips to mine. I smiled at him reassuringly before I laid my head against his chest.
