MIKEY'S POV
I drive us back to Jazmín's house.
"I need you to do something for me when we go inside." I said.
"Sure, what is it?" She asked.
"I need you to give me the lock to your bedroom door and all your bathroom doors." I said.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Because I need to watch you. I can't let this happen again." I said.
"But what if I'm changing or something?" She asked.
"Jesus Christ, Jazmín. We did it before. I've seen you naked. Me walking in on you putting on a shirt isn't that bad." I said.
"Fine." She said.
When we got in, she took off all the locks.
"Thank you." I said.
"I know I'm acting a little crazy, but it's for your own sake. I can't risk losing you. You're too young and have too much to live for, Jazmín. You have a scholarship to Stockton. You're in a band! Just think about that." I said to her.
"It's definitely a lot to take in." She said.
"I know it is. But it's your future." I said.
"I guess." She said.
"Please promise me you won't do this again." I said.
"I won't." She said looking at her bandaged arm.
"Hey, look up at me, princess." I said lifting her chin up.
"I won't." She repeated.
"That's my girl." I said hugging her.
"Now it's my job to not let anything or anyone hurt you." I said.
"Even a family member?" She asked.
"Especially a family member." I said.
