My Psychotic Husband. (A Michael Jackson story.)

Prologue/Chapter 1

A / N : Kso , this girl kiked me & asked if I wanted to write a story with her . Her idea was a typical love story , lmao . I came up with this idea , not her . She only came with the era , lol . So , you might see this story on here somewhere , bc she was talking about posting " our version " on here . The stories will most likely going to be different , of course . I'm probably not even gonna finish writing it with her tbh . But I'm doing this one on my own . Everything that I write came from me . This story I'm writing is mine sjdjdmd . She gotta take that " our " shit somewhere else , bruh . Mine af .

Jast wanted to get that shit established .

I'm letting you know now that there will be violence , self harm , rape , cursing , & more . Michael is psychotic af the story . So if any of this triggers anything , my apologies . I meant no harm . Jast don't read this .

And another thing . I'm not stupid . I know Michael wouldn't hit or sexually assault a female . Nigga ain't psychotic.

So don't leave me comments , bitching , talking about , " Michael would never do this or that ! This is horrible ! Yada , yada , ya ! " It's a fanfiction , for fucks sake . Meaning not real .

If you feel it's too much or whatever , don't read it & take that bitching else where . Negative comments will be deleted .

I'm warning you niggas now so we don't have to go through this . Ignore my warning if you want too . If you drop a comment bitching , lawd jesus .

This a/n was long as hell . Djdjdjd . K . Back to the prologue & chapter☺

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Lauren's POV

I was in the kitchen making Michael's dinner. His favorite meal is fried chicken, buttered collard greens, and fluffy potatoes.

He prefers to drink cold water when he eats & he makes me do the same. No tap water. Only bottled water. It has to be filled to the very top, or he'll start that yelling shit again. I never understand why he wanted it filled to the very top, but I've learned not to question him so much.

The table has to be set a certain way too. If anything is even an inch out of place, he'll freak out. Depending on which state of mind he'll be in, he'll tell me it's okay, or I can either get yelled at &/or hit.

The man is psychotic as hell. So many demons are inside of his head. I want by baby to get better so bad..

He obviously can't get a job with his condition. So I'm the only one working in the house.

When I come home from work, sometimes I find him in the attic speaking in tongues.

It doesn't come out of nowhere. Something has to trigger it.

But, he's panic stricken. He'll be sitting in a corner crying. Begging the voices to leave him alone.

The first time I caught him in the attic, I was terrified. We had a big mirror sitting in the corner & it was shattered. He was naked & shaking, telling the voices to stop.

I threw my purse & ran up to him. He told me to stay back but I didn't. I had my phone in my hand & I sat it down beside him. Michael screamed, saying that it was me out to get him the whole time. That I was going to slice him up with my "butcher's knife".

He warned my ass to stay back, but I couldn't! I went to help Michael up & that got me a punch to the face. I had a bruise for a week.

Unfortunately, this is one of the effects from his disorder.

Apparently, the voices tell him to hurt himself & do other shit, so he does it because he says he has no choice.

Any & everything that can be used as a weapon, I have hidden.