Michael crossed his arms and glared at Bad. He couldn't believe that he would take me out without telling him. The next day, he woke me up super early. I pulled the blanket over my head and closed my eyes again. But he shook me.

I uncovered my face, "What is it?"

"I want to take you out for donuts!" He whispered.

Bad was in the shower, so I assumed this was what Michael seen as his opening to take me away. He grabbed my hand and helped me get dressed. He quickly dragged me to the car and drove to the donut shop. On the way, he felt relieved that he wasn't caught by Bad himself. We got some donuts and ate them at one of the tables, we had to be stashed away in their break room since there were other customers outside. Michael looked so shy, I wasn't used to seeing him that way when he was with me. I gave him a small smile when he glanced at me.

"Are you scared?" I finally asked.

"No," He said, taking another bite out of his donut.

"Is it because of Bad?" I took a donut myself.

He nodded shyly. He was super cute.

"Don't worry about him babe. You know I'll stop him from doing anything to you," I rubbed his arm that was resting on the table.

He grinned and kissed my hand. When we finished the whole box, we left home. Michael was beyond nervous. I opened the door to a very furious Bad.

"You little bitch!!!" He shouted at Michael.

Michael flinched. This reminded him of his childhood, when Joseph used to yell at him all the time when he made a simple mistake. So he covered his ears and shut his eyes tightly. I was about to say something until Bad started shouting again.

"YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME? HUH?!" Bad shouted as he flipped a table over.

Michael started rocking back and forth on the floor. He was trying his best to not listen.

"LISTEN TO ME! YOU WILL BACK THE FUCK OFF OF HER! OR YOU WILL FUCKING PAY!" Bad screamed once again.

I was going over to Michael to comfort him, but Bad got to him before I could. Bad grabbed Michael's hands and ripped them from his ears.

"BAD PLEASE!" I put my hands on his shoulders.

He looked at me.

"You're defending him?!" Bad turned around to face me.

I started walking over and seen tear stains on Michael's cheeks. He was still crying. Bad looked at him and back handed him to the ground, causing Michael to fall over. He was super sensitive, more than I've ever seen him. His tears were falling uncontrollably. Bad stood up and slammed a door to one of the bedrooms. I quickly ran to Michael and comforted him. I pulled his head to my chest and stroked his curls for a while. We were on the living room floor so I got up and headed to the bedroom, Michael didn't hesitate to follow me. I knew that Bad had overreacted to the whole thing. I mean, it was just donuts. But to Bad, it was Michael trying to win all of my love which was a ridiculous idea. I was starting to think about holding an intervention, I'm not sure why this hadn't occurred to me before. But one thing I knew for sure, Bad couldn't treat Michael this way. I didn't know anything about this mirror, I was thinking it was best that they merge back together. Michael was worn out from a headache caused by crying, so he fell asleep for a while. I, however, was trying to figure out how to approach Bad without him blaming Michael for anything. But for now, all I had to worry about was trying not to move so much so Michael can continue his nap.