Michael Jackson Imagines

Obsessed Pt 2 (Thriller Era)

Michael's POV

"Randy, I don't know what to do!" Tears build up in my eyes. If anything happens to (Y/N) because of Chloe, I'll make sure that she spends the rest of her life behind bars.

"Chloe? Your crazy ex-girlfriend?" Randy's question made me break out a loud sigh. Randy never liked Chloe, he told me that Chloe was too controlling and kept asking for money.

"Yes, my crazy ex-girlfriend. Do I need to be reminded of my stupid decision?" I sarcastically respond.

"No, but this whole situation is about your crazy ex kidnapping your wife, Mike. Anyway what did she say?"

"She stated that I have an hour to get to the warehouse. If I tell the police and don't come on my own, (Y/N) will die." My voice cracks, praying that nothing happens to (Y/N). I'm pacing up and down the lounge, trying to calm my nerves a little.

"I have an idea, but you're going to need to trust me-"

"Randy, I can't let you go with me! I don't want to put anybody at risk, especially you or (Y/N)."  I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"Let me finish Mike. I was going to say when we get there, you go in and I'll wait outside and look around to see if I can spot (Y/N). I'll sneak in and rescue her while you try to talk to crazy Chloe." Randy's Idea wasn't a bad idea, but I'm feeling a little skeptical.

"We could give it a try, but where is the warehouse?"I question, do we even have one in the city is the thing I want to know.

"There's one 25 minutes from here, there's only one in this city, it hasn't been used in years." Randy explains to me. I grabbed my coat and walked out the door.

"Lets go. I don't want to waste another second, please." I hurry Randy and made our way to the car and save (Y/N) in time hopefully...

(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up with blurry eyes for the next 30 seconds until I regained perfect vision. I'm sat on a chair, in a freezing cold room. my hands were tied behind my back and rope wrapped around my body too with tape covering my mouth.

'Was I knocked unconscious? Have I been kidnapped? What did I do to deserve this?'

A loud noise came from outside the door in front of me, maybe they can get me out. The door opens and a blonde haired, paled skin lady walks in and stares at me, shivers went down my spine. Who is she? The woman walks over to me and removes the tape over my mouth briskly. I yelled out in pain.

"Ouch! You could have done that gently, that really hurt!" I glare at her.

"Glad to see you awake, (Y/N)" The lady grabs a chair and drags it over placing it in front of me so she can sit down and face me eye level.

"Who are you?" I ask, I want to know how she knows my name, since I have no bloody idea who she is.

"You don't know who I am?" She asks not looking at me for the moment, gliding her index finger over the wooden arch on the chair.

"No, I don't. If I did, I wouldn't be asking." I sarcastically reply to her question.

"Sarcasm, I love it." She obviously didn't love it by the tone of her voice, which means she doesn't have a sense of humour. Such a shame.

"Well?..." I stare at her waiting for her to reveal her identity. She looks up at me and begins to talk.

"My name is Chloe Jensen. I'm the ex lover of your famous husband, Michael Jackson." Chloe grabs a picture of her and Michael, hugging and kissing in the photo and revealing to me for a few moments before holding it up to herself and staring at it like she was in a trance. "Our love was true, it was beautiful."