Michelle's POV.
Lying down on my bed later, my mind went back to the events of the day. I know Ethan meant what he said at the dining table but my brain chose to believe he didn't, as different ways he could bully me flooded my thoughts.
Feeling guilty, I picked my phone and texted Tim, "I'm sorry for all that happened today, I'm glad I have a friend like you who would stand up for me when I'm in trouble," I typed. "How's your face?" I added, with a sad countenance, before tapping the send button . After a minute, a message from Tim came in.
"I'm fine Michelle, there's no need to apologize, it wasn't your fault, besides, I've always got your back, get some rest, we'll see tomorrow," it reads.
"Good night," I replied before dropping my phone on the bed side drawer, close to me.
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