Who's Bad

Present Day

~Warning!!! Strong language!! :)~

And that's the end of this story!! Lol I'm just kidding.. (MJ: Babe.. You know I love you, but you have a terrible sense of humor.. Me: Forget you! That's why you're not getting any candy!! MJ: Baby I'm sorry!!!) But yeah.. All of that happened 20 years ago. Now, me and Michael were happily married. Ummmm... I don't think happily is the right word to describe our marriage... We have one of those love/hate marriages.. Anyways, I was in the kitchen frying up some bacon, eggs, and blueberry pancakes. I glanced at the clock. 10:17. And he's still not up?? I let out a irritated sigh. This boy is going to sleep his whole life away.. I took the last strips of bacon and put them on the plate. I turned off the eggs and flipped the pancakes.

"MICHAEL!!!"

I waited a few seconds... No reply. I clenched my teeth and turned off the pancakes. This is the last freaking straw. He disappears at night and doesn't come back until the next day.. Then he expects to sleep all freaking day.. Ain't no way in heck!! I stormed up the stairs ready to snap on him.. I was
about to get to our room until.... SMACK! I tripped over something and hit my head on the wall. I grabbed my head in pain.. Crap that hurted. I took a deep breath and slowly proceeded to our room. Once again I tripped over something and went face first to the floor.

"Got damnit!!! Michael wake your skinny ass up before I come in there, cut off your dick, and shove it down your throat!!!"

Our bedroom door slammed opened and a very pissed-looking Michael stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

"What the fuck is your problem!! I'm in here trying to get some sleep and my bitch of a wife is screaming at me for no fucking reason!!"

I got up and went in front of him.

"One, who are you calling a bitch?? Two, if your dumbass wouldn't stay out all night, you wouldn't be tired. And three, stop leaving your damn shoes in the middle of the hallway."
"You have exactly three fucking seconds to get the hell out of my face before I hurt you."
"I want a divorce."
"Like hell you're getting a divorce." He said threw clenched teeth.
"You can't tell me what to do."

I turned on my heels and started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into our room. I struggled to break away from his grip and get out the door, but he quickly slammed it behind him.

"Michael let me go."
"Well if you insist."

He let me go and I tumbled backwards onto the bed. I didn't make an attempt to move. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling.. He came and stood at the foot of the bed. My gaze went from the ceiling to him.

"What do you want now??"
"Nothing since you have get attitude."
"I didn't get an attitude. I just simply asked want you wanted and you took it the wrong way."
"This morning you had an attitude."
"Damn right.."
"Why?"

I jumped up and he stepped back to give me some room. My anger was over its boiling point right now.

"How can you possibly stand there and ask why I have an attitude!! Look at the shit you're doing!! You stay out all night and sleep during the day.. And it's like that EVERY SINGLE DAY!! You rarely spend time with me!!"
"You're sexually frustrated, aren't you?"
"How the hell can you be joking like this??"
"Who the hell said I was joking??"
"You know what?? I don't have time for this."

I tried to walk away, but he pushed me back onto the bed. He wasted no time climbing in-between my legs and pinning me to the bed. I struggled to get away from him, but he only tightened his grip on my wrists. I tried my best to push him anyway with my legs without hurting him. He let my arms go and grabbed my legs pulling me onto his out-thrusted erection. That gave me a chance to make my move. I sprung up and pushed him with all of my might. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his ass. I shot up and raced towards the door. He caught hold of my ankle. While trying to break free, I tripped over myself and crash landed onto the floor. He let go of my ankle and I began to crawl. He caught hold of both of my ankles and started pulling me towards him. Oh hell naw, I refuse to go out this way! I grabbed a handful of carpet and held on tight.

"Let go of the damn carpet!!"
"LIKE HELL I WILL!!"
"Fine.. Have it your way."

He let go of my ankles and sat down on my waist.

"Get your fat ass off of me!!!"
"Like hell I will." he said with his trademark smirk
"You son of a bitch."
"I've been called worse."
"What?? Your wife??"

He got up and violently turned me. I have never seen this side of him before and to be honest, it was sexy.. He placed both of his hands on either side of my head.

"Listen, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that.. I love being your wife.."
"Dont be sorry... You're right.. I do need to spend more time with you.. You know what.. I'm going to dedicated my whole day to you.. We will do anything you want to."
"You promise??"
"I promise."

He stood up and pulled me up. I gave him a big bear hug and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. Hug for a kiss... Not bad... Not bad at all. He picked me up bridal style and carried me downstairs. Okay I admit sometimes he can be a real gentlemen and other times he can be a real pain-in-the-ass. Once we made it to the kitchen, he pulled out my chair and put me in it.

"You know you didn't have to do that."
"I know but I wanted to."

He fixed my food and sat it in front of me. Hmmmmm.. As long as he's being this sweet, I might as well make the best of it.

"Can I have some orange juice??"
"Of course!!"

He got a cup from the cabinet and walked over to the refrigerator. He opened it and poured me some orange juice. Awwwwww he looks so cute with bed head. He closed the refrigerator with his foot and strolled over to me.

"Here you go beautiful."

He sat it down next to my food. I picked up the cup and took a sip of my juice. I was about to take a bite of my eggs until I happened to glance over. Michael was propped up on his elbows, face resting in the palm of his hands. He was wearing his most beautiful smile and staring at me like some kind of love-strucked puppy.

"Even though that is so adorable, why are you doing it??"
"Well because it's not everyday a guy gets to marry a sweet and beautiful woman. Now is it??"

I had to ponder on that thought for a minute.. Before I could respond, he leaned over and gave me a light kiss on the lips. He pushed himself off of the table and went to fix his food. I took a bite of my eggs and another sip of my juice. He quickly fixed him some juice and sat down across from me. As he ate, he giggled away. I gave him a weird look. Every time he caught me staring, he would either wave, giggle some more, or blush and look away.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with my husband??"
"What do you mean sweetie??"
"I never seen you act like this."
"Ohhh it's just my imagination running wild again." He said with a light chuckle.
"That's just nasty.."
"Not my fault.. You're the one that did this to me."
"Did what to you??"

He didn't answer. He just giggled away like a little child. I finished my breakfast and took my dishes to the sink. After that, I plopped myself down in his lap. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head in the crook of his neck. He responded by snaking his arm around my waist.

"So what do you want to do today." He whispered softly.

I was about to answer until his phone cut me off. I crossed my arms and pouted. He smiled, ruffled my hair, and answered his phone.

"Hello... Uh huh.... I'm at home..... Mhmmm... I'll be right there."

He hung up and looked at me. I got up and stormed into the living room. It's not fair!! If it wasn't his job keeping him from me, it was another thing. He let out a sigh and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave now... It's very urgent and they need me."
"Fine."

He got up and dashed upstairs. So much for dedicating your whole day to me.