Michael Jackson Imagines

He Hits You

I had noticed for days that something was on Michael's mind and I wanted to know what it was. I know he wasn't going to tell me, so I had to take this into my own hands. I wasn't scared of him one bit.

One night, he was coming out of the bathroom and I was standing in front of the bed looking at him with my arms crossed.

"Is there a problem, Y/N?" He asked.

"As a matter of fact, there is. Michael, I have noticed for days that you have been quiet. You're not as talkative as you usually are. Is there something on your mind?" I asked

"No. I've just been quiet because I'm a little too talkative."

"Michael, I don't believe that. I know there's something on your mind. What is it?"

He sighed. "Y/N, I already told you. Nothing. Now come one. Let's go to bed."

"No. Not until you tell me."

"Y/N, why are you making a big deal out of this?"

"Because I'm worried about you, Michael. I do worry. I want to know what's on your mind."

"Y/N, nothing's on my mind. I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He started to get angry.

"Michael, don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you! Can we just go to bed?" He got angrier the more he talked.

"No! I want to know what's on your mind!"

"Nothing!"

"Michael, I know you're lying!"

He started walking towards me and put his finger up at me and said, "No, I'm not!"

"Michael, I can see it in your eyes. I know you're hiding something."

"You know, Y/N, that's your problem. You think you need to know everything. If you don't get the information, you bug people until you do get it. Well, it's not going to work on me because I'm telling the truth."

"Excuse me? I don't do that first of all, and secondly, I don't think you're telling the truth."

"I am telling the truth. Now can we go to bed now?"

"No. Not until you tell me."

"Y/N, you're starting to piss me off."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you go to bed until you tell me why you've been so quiet."

"Y/N, I'M NOT HIDING ANYTHING! I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH. WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME?" He screamed.

"Because, Michael, I can see it in your eyes! You're not telling me! I want to know! Now tell me!"

He brought his hand up and slapped me across the face. I fell onto the front of the bed and started crying.

"Y/N, I'm not hiding anything! The reason I have been so quiet lately is because I don't really have anything to talk about and I am getting too talkative! If you keep bugging me about this, that's what's going to happen. Now drop this and let's go to bed."

I climb to my side of the bed and just kept quiet. I laid on my side to where I wouldn't see Michael. He climbed into bed beside me and said, "Y/N, I don't know what made you think I was hiding something from you, but I'm not. If there is something on my mind, you know I always tell you. Nothing has been on my mind lately, so I haven't been talking to you a lot. I'm sorry."

I just kept on laying there and not saying a word.

"Y/N, turn around and look at me."

I do what he says so he doesn't hit me again. He started caressing the side of my face he hit and said, "I'm sorry I hit you. Just don't bug me like that next time, okay? I promise I will never hit you again."

I looked at him in the eyes and said, "Okay."

He hugged me and kissed the side of my face he hit and said, "I love you, Y/N. I will always love you. Do you understand?"

"I know. I love you, too. I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have kept on bugging you about it. I promise I won't do that again."

He gave me a kiss on the lips and cuddled with me. We fell asleep shortly after.

The End