You and Michael got into another fight one day.

"Fuck you Michael!" You say angrily.

"Go fuck yourself bitch!" He says. You turn around and look at him.

"Don't call me that!" You yell.

"Bitch!" He says again. He looks at you, you look at him and slap him hard Across the face. He falls back and tears flow down his face. You look at your hand, not realizing what you just did. He gets up and puts his hand over the spot where you hit him. He turns around and starts walking to the door.

You fall to the ground crying. "Michael, baby I'm so sorry.." You say crying.. You felt so bad from what happened

He hates hearing you/ seeing you cry. He turns around and sits on the floor in front of you. You move closer and wrap your arms around his neck. He's shaking just a bit. He wraps his arms around your waist. You pull away and look at him, you can see the hand print.. Which you left on his face from hitting him. You put your hand where it happened and he jumps in pain.

"I'm so so so sorry..." You say. He looks down.

"It's okay." He says.

"No it's not, I'm told you I never would hit you..." You say. He leans in and kisses you.

"I'm used to it..." He says.

"You shouldn't be...it'll never happen again.." You say. He nods his head. He picks you and puts you on the couch. He lays down and puts his head on your lap after getting ice for his face.