Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)

Who is it?

The door swung open, revealing a furious Michael standing before me.

"Michael? What are you doing here?" My voice trembled as he approached, his eyes filled with anger.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his tone firm.

I glanced at him, bewildered, as he stood with a clenched jaw, throwing pictures on me.

As I inspected them, I saw photographs of myself with other men, including the one I was working for.

He had me investigated.

I struggled to catch my breath, tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleaded for an opportunity to explain.

"Michael, please, let me—"

"Who. Are. You?" he repeated, each word emphasized.

"I-I'm Y/N," I sobbed, reaching for his hand but met with rejection as he refused, his expression contorted with disgust.

"Then who are Alex, Eve, Diana, and Celeste?" he erupted, slowly distancing himself from me, wiping away his tears.

"Did you sleep with someone else while you were with me?" he asked, his voice shaking as he tried to grasp the situation.

"Michael, please—"

"I loved you. I gave you everything—money, clothes, a home. I dedicated so much of my time to you," he cried out, beginning to crumble.

"What more could you want? Just to be with me?" he whispered, clutching his chest tightly.

I was a mess of tears, reaching out to hug him, but he pushed me away, shaking his head in disapproval. As I reached for him again, he vanished, leaving me alone behind closed doors.

"Michael!" I jolted awake, rising from the bed with no one there.

It was just a nightmare.

The memory of Michael haunted me still, lingering in my thoughts after what happened. I never got the chance to speak with him after he left. Every day, I found myself at the gates of Neverland, hoping for a glimpse of him.

Tears overflow from my eyes, cascading down my cheeks, as a flood of memories rushes back to me. 

-----------------FLASHBACK--------------------

I slip out of Michael's suite, hurrying to the car where Shana awaits.

"Ready to go? Mr. Willis needs you in 20 minutes," she instructs as the car speeds away.

I take a deep, uneven breath, my nerves racing about what lies ahead. I must return to Michael before he notices my absence.

Sensing my tension, Shana places a comforting hand on mine, quieting my nerves.

"Don't worry about him. Remember, your relationship with him is nothing. This is your job, no strings attached," she reassures me, reminding me of the rules. I purse my lips, nodding slowly in response.

"Good," she says with a smile.

Minutes later, we arrive at a dimly lit area. Shana leads me into a room bustling with hair and makeup assistants, who swiftly transform me. They bathe me, apply makeup, and dress me, turning me into an entirely different person. It's surreal. Despite my two years in this line of work, I'm still amazed about my constant change into someone else.

"You'll be working as Eve. Go on," she said handing me a silver name card.

"Ask for the money and you're done here." she added.