I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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"Can you forgive me?" I say, looking at him.

He looks at me and he doesn't say anything for a bit.

"Yes, I can. I forgive you." I tear up and he holds his arms up, "C'mere kitten."

I hesitate but hug him softly, being real careful not to lean on him.

"Love you Bree." Michael whispers.

I smile and close my eyes, "Love you too Mikey."

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Ricky's POV; (this is a one time thing..)

I flew out to Orlando so I could fix things up with Bree, not to fucking scrap some white Australian asshole who thinks he's bigger and better than everyone because he's famous.

I've been sitting in this cell, for the second time today, for about three hours now and I don't even know if I'm going to getaway with this one. I mean, it's not my fault, he ticked me off to the point I couldn't control my anger.

I look at my hands, they're bruised and they have dry blood on them. I can't imagine what my face looks like, but I can feel the almost dried up blood on my lip whenever I lick my lips.

All I wanted to do was come out this way, talk everything out with Bree and pray to God everything worked out for the better but nope. That Michael character had to be there and practically ruined it all, plus that other dude, the paparazzi guy's face I smashed in, he was really asking for it.

I most certainly want to believe that everything wouldn't be so fucked up, like it is now, if she hadn't come to travel with these dudes. I want to believe that her and I would've still been happily together if she didn't "runaway" or whatever you wanna call it, we would've been absolutely fine. I wouldn't have had to find out I was going to be a father through texting, if she was back home with me, I would've been told in person. I really love her and I-

My thoughts were interrupted by an officer coming into the room, I glanced at him and smirked. "How long am I being held for?"

"Oh, you're not being held at all. You're being let go, with yet another warning." The officer says.

I snicker, "Yeah right, that has to be a joke. I was held in here for three long fucking hours without being questioned, only to be told I'm being let go with a warning?" I hit the table with my palms, "That's fucking bullshit."

"Don't push your luck kid, now get outta here." He un-cuffed me and let me go, I grabbed my bloody red stained jacket and walked out of the cell room.

I stopped at the washroom to wash up and I can tell you this, my face is far from normal looking, all thanks to that Aussie fella, Michael Clifford. I run the cold water and turn the hot water on so the water is cold but slightly warm, I let my hands rest underneath the water; it stings but it's relieving the pain and I'm sure it'll help with the swelling.

I cup my hands under the water and bring it up to my face, lightly washing my dry blood off. I dry my hands and face when I'm satisfied with how I look and finally leave the cop shop.

I need to talk to Bree, I want to be apart of hers and my kids life but that's the thing I don't know; is she keeping the baby or is she getting an abortion? What if she does keep the baby but doesn't want me to be apart of the kids life, or does want me apart of the kids life but I don't do a good job as a father?

Shit, I need to talk to her asap.

Bree;

I don't know how long I was asleep for but I remember Mikey and I saying 'I love you' to each other and we laid there for what seemed like so long but I guess we both fell asleep.