as Michael's mom carried on I looked down at Michael " So young yet still so broken" is the only thing I heard her say before she broke down into tears.
I looked down at Michael and I could see that he was waking up before he does that I lay my head on his and he slowly went back to bed.
"you seem to care about my son a lot, I like you" she paused "lift up his shirt" Michael's mother spoke.
I went a deep red "w-why" she smiled at me "I want you to see something" I do what she asked and I see scars going all across his chest and stomach.
my blush face turned into one that no one had seen before it was Pure rage, his mother gave me a small smile.
before she said "we are here" I smiled a bit she was so positive I liked her she was so kind no wonder she has such a good son.
she got out of the car and opened the door for me and Michael I walked in to see a male figure on the couch.
he smiled "the little rascals home is he" I herd a laugh the male got up and tried to pick Michael from me and I do not know why I did this but I didn't let.
"relax I'm his father I'm just taking him to his bed" the man smiled so i let him take Michael and his father walked up the stairs leaving me and the mother alone.
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