Midnights pov.

“I’m sorry!” I say again, unable to meet Jason’s eyes.

“It’s okay, as I said already. I don’t blame you,” he says softly, placing a finger under my chin and lifting my head to meet his eyes.

“I- I didn’t know… how bad he was,” I stuttered, “he told me- he told me that he was the only person who would ever love me- who would care about me. He wouldn’t let me come to you, and he told me you’d never love somebody like me anyways,” I mumble the ...