Michael Jackson Imagines

Unfaithful (BOTDF Era)

Warning: Strong Language

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

Hate work? So do I, sitting here wanting to for the clock to strike 6. The assignment I had to send in by next week was already finished. I needed to go home, my body was aching and I just wanted to get in the bath and soak for at least thirty minutes.

My eyes were still on the clock in front of me. I jumped up from my chair and grabbed my items ready to go home as the short hand is now on 6 and the long hand is on 12. I head out of the staff room and say good evening to my boss. I didn't take my car today, the walk was only 10 minutes from Michael's place.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a stunning array of colours across the sky, with vibrant oranges melting into the fading blue.

Strolling down the familiar path to my house, I fished around in my pockets for my keys, eager to get inside. Once I found them, I slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open, instantly greeted by a wave of warm air that surrounds me.

I casually made my way to the table, tossing my bag down on it with a soft thud. The house felt strangely silent, and I wasn't sure if Michael was already back; he usually greets me when I come in after him.

I tiptoed up the stairs and entered my bedroom, looking for a fresh outfit to change into. As I turned around, something caught my eye in the corner of the room that I had completely missed when I first walked in.

My heart felt like it was breaking as I caught sight of Michael with another woman in his bed. I fought to keep my composure, resisting the urge to let my emotions spill over into tears. Part of me thought about waking them up to confront them, but instead, I chose a different path.

I silently hurried back down the stairs, found a sheet of paper, and took a pen to craft a thoughtful, composed letter for him to find. After taping it to the fridge, I picked up my bag and quietly slipped out the door, making sure to close it quietly behind me.

I can't fucking believe him!

I search through my address book for my sister's information and set off towards her home. As I navigate the road, I can feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I considered heading over to Janet's instead, thinking it might be a safe haven, but I knew that Michael would have no trouble tracking me there.

How could he do this? He said he loved me. Obviously not that much to go and screw another woman. I wasn't going to wake him to hear his lame excuses.

I quickly dry my eyes. I sure as don't want to end up in a crash...

Michael's P.O.V.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I realised that the girl I had been seeing was no longer beside me. I quickly reached for my clothes and started putting them back on. Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was already seven in the evening, and I remembered that (Y/N) should be back by now. I stepped out of my bedroom, calling out softly, "(Y/N)? Are you home, sweetheart?" But the silence that greeted me didn't feel right. Feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me, I go downstairs, searching every corner for any sign of her. My heart raced as I came to the unsettling conclusion that she was still not home.

I walked into the kitchen and immediately spotted a piece of paper stuck to the fridge. I tore the tape of from the fridge and begin reading it.

'Michael,

When you get this letter, I will already be gone. I truly believed that what we shared was unique, but coming home tonight to find you in someone else's embrace, completely vulnerable, has made me realise that loving you was a bad move on my part. I sincerely hope you take this experience to heart and do better with the next person you choose to be with. I will return at a later time to pick up my belongings.