Welcome to Michael Jackson Imagines Vol. 3!
This is a book full of erotica and different AUs of Michael Jackson.
I hope you brought your holy beverage or food, you're probably gonna need A LOT.
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"Yn! Are you aware of what your husband's doing with children?!"
"Yn, are you also involved?!"
"Yn! Do you know what he does with other kids?!"
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June 10th, 2005 - Three Days until Verdict
I held my husband's hand as we walked to the black Cadillac Escalade SUV. He waved at his fans, placing a smile on his face. I just looked at the floor and listened to the crowds of people.
The first thing I heard was the media. The questions they ask always tick me off.
I can't help but move closer to my husband for comfort, but with the paparazzi on our tail, they think I'm supporting what he is facing in court.
I just want this to stop.
The security guards opened the door for us and I let go of Michael's hand, getting into the car. Michael got in and sat next to me then his lawyers came in, sitting across from us. One of the security guards closed the door after everyone was in and situated.
When the car started up, Michael instantly sighed and took off his sunglasses, and rubbed his eyes. I just stared at the car floor, feeling empty inside.
One of Michael's lawyers, Thomas Mesereau, started talking to pass by the time it took for us to get our private jet to get to Los Angeles. "That was eventful."
"It was just the same shit as yesterday, Thomas." Michael groaned, he then apologized. "Sorry."
"Hey, we already know the truth. The court is just taking a little longer. This upcoming Monday should be it unless something else comes up." Susan Yu, another one of Michael's lawyers said.
"I can't believe it's gone on for this long," I said, catching everyone's attention.
I look up at everyone, "It's been 4 months." I look at Michael, "We can never go back."
Michael placed his hand on my mind while we were laying on my lap, "What do you mean?"
"We can never go home to Neverland."
Michael frowned and I just stared at him.
I want him to tell me what's on his mind, I know he's scared like I am, maybe more.
