Michael Jackson X Reader

The Pain of Being Left Behind

Your POV

A month passed. It was October. You woke up, stretched and yawned. You fed Mr. Fluffles. You went to the table to have breakfast. You said good morning to everyone. It was still hard getting used to Becky not being there. You got yourself ready for work. You went to work. "Hi Becky." " Hi (F/n)." You gave Becky a big hug. "It is still so strange that we don't live in the same house." "Yeah I know." You started posing for the camera. At last, it was time to go home. You said goodbye to Becky. You went home. Soon the doorbell rang. Security answered the door. "Hi (f/n)." "Hey Michael." You two hugged and kissed each other. "(F/n) guess what?" "What?" "Remember when I promised to take you to Disneyland?" "Yeah." You raised your eyebrows in realization and excitement. "I'm taking you to Disneyland today!" "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and headed to his limo. You headed off to Disneyland. You got on a lot of rides and went to a lot of the attractions. You also got to talk to some of the Disney characters. Even though they were just regular people in a costume, you were still filled with this childlike excitement. You were having an amazing time. You went and got something to eat. Then you got cotton candy. "Can I have some please?" "You could've bought your own Michael." "Well, I just thought that it would be better if we share." "I don't need all of it anyway. You can have some." "Thank you." Michael ate some of your cotton candy. Soon the cotton candy was gone. Next you both bought a bunch of souvenirs. Just as you were leaving Disneyland, people started running towards you. They were screaming Michael's name. Michael grabbed your hand and you both started running. Seconds later you found yourself all alone. Paparazzi seemed to appear out of nowhere. They shoved microphones in your face. Cameras flashed in your eyes. You looked around. You saw a limo drive away. You ran away as fast as you could.

Michael's POV

The day dragged on. At last I was able to tell (f/n) about me taking her to Disneyland. She was so excited. It was kind of cute. We hurried off to Disneyland and we had a great time. Somehow, no one had noticed me. We decided that it was time to leave and that's when it happened. A lot of people came running towards me. I grabbed (f/n)'s hand and we ran. The next thing I knew, her hand was not in mine. I turned around to see if I could see her. I wanted to look for her, but the fans were in hot pursuit and I could see the flashing of cameras. I got in my limo. The driver drove around for a bit until we lost the crowd. We headed back. I found something in the limo to disguise myself. I got out the limo and walked into Disneyland. I accidently bumped into someone. "Sorry." "Sorry."

Your POV

You ran as fast as you could. You didn't know what to do. You bumped into someone. "Sorry." "Sorry." "(F/n), it's me. Come on." You followed Michael to his limo. You got in the car and folded your arms. "I'll have you know that I'm only in this limo so that I can get home." "I..." "I don't want to hear it. You left me out there with that mob." The rest of the ride was in silence. The limo pulled up to your house. You hopped out. Michael started to follow you. "What are you doing? Go home. We're over, done, finished." You went in the house. You went to your room. You slumped down on your bed and cried. On the one hand you love Michael, but you were angry and hurt that he left you to fend for yourself. You eventually fell asleep. You woke up the next morning surrounded by your souvenirs. You shed a few tears as you put them away. You went on about your day. You went to work. Then you returned home. Somehow, you bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "I'm Allen." "(F/n)." He reached out his hand to you. You shook it. "Hey." "Hi." "You're beautiful." "Thank you." "Let me take you to dinner, please." You looked towards Michael's house. You saw Michael talking to his animals. You had the perfect opportunity to make Michael feel the hurt that he caused you. "Okay." "Wait. Really?" "Yeah." "Okay let's go." You grabbed Allen's hand. You made eye contact with Michael as you got in Allen's car. A tear fell out of Michael's eye and it almost broke your heart, almost. "Nice car." "Thanks." You had dinner with Allen . He actually seemed like a nice person. "What is a girl like you doing single?" "I just went through a breakup. His name was Michael." " I am so sorry. So what happened to Michael?" "Yeah. He took me to Disneyland and then he just left me to fend for myself against the paparazzi and fans." "I would have never done this to you." Dinner was over. You got back in Allen's car. He drove off. You noticed that he wasn't driving towards your house. "Where are we going?" "Oh. I just thought that maybe you could come to my house." "You could've asked first." "I didn't see a point in asking you since no wasn't an option." You eventually pulled up at his house. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. He turned off the car. "Come on." "I don't really want to go with you in there." "What? We're just going to talk. I promise." You got out of the car and followed Allen to his room. "Welcome to my house." "It looks nice." "After you told me about your breakup, I realized that I am so lucky that you decided to go on a date with me. I mean Michael must have been awful in order for you to go on a date with me this soon after your breakup." You almost cried at the sound of his name. You longed to hug him and kissed him. You wished you were with him instead of Allen. "Actually, Michael was wonderful, but please don't mention that name." "I'm crazy about you (f/n)." He kissed you. He went back in for a second kiss. You pushed him away." "What?" The same thing that happened before, was happening again. You couldn't believe that you had put yourself back in this situation. Allen tried to kiss you. He pushed you onto the bed and kissed you. "No! please get off of me!" "Don't you love me?" "No. I don't even know you." "To bad." You pushed Allen off of you. You got up. He pulled you back down by your hair. "Why are you like this?" "Why are you so fine?" You pushed Allen. You stood up and ran to the door. You opened the door. "HELP!" He grabbed you. You tried to pull away. He tightened his grip. "Let me go!" He grabbed you by your throat. "Look, I will give you one more chance to cooperate." He tried to kiss you. You scratched his face. "I don't have time for this. It's late. We will try this again tomorrow." "I'll never come back here." "Come back? You're never leaving." He pulled you by your hair. He put you in his attic. He tied you up to a wooden beam in the ceiling and left out the attic. Hour after hour passed. Your muscles ached. Soon a door opened. Allen grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you downstairs. "I made breakfast. Enjoy. Oh, in case you even think about running away while I'm gone. I'm going to tie you to the table. Now eat." You were hungry so you gobbled up the food. Allen tied your arms up to the table leg and left. You saw a phone. You struggled to get to the phone. You used your mouth to pick up the receiver you sat it down. You swung your foot up and used your toes to dial Michael. Michael picked up.