No Way Out (A Michael Jackson FanFic)

Ropes & Belts

Tiffany's P.O.V.

     I woke up on the floor. I was still in the exact same room right next to Michael. He still had his warm arms wrapped around me. I was glad Dave hadn't come in there the night before. I sat up just as I heard the door opening. "Hey, beautiful." Dave said.

     I was scared. "Hey." I said back in a creeped out tone. He grabbed me and took me away from Michael. We were both standing, and he wrapped his arms around me. "What are you doing?" I asked.

     "Just cuddling with my girlfriend." He whispered.

     I threw his arms off me. "I told you that we're through."

     "That's not what I want."

     "Think about other people's feelings for a change." Michael was a pretty deep sleeper, so he was able to sleep through our conversation.

     Dave grabbed me again, only this time he put his hand over my mouth and dragged me out of the room. He hit me against a wall and pinned me there with his arm. I tried to scream for Michael, but Dave slapped his hand over my mouth. I screeched a muffled screech. "That's just the start of all the pain you're about to go through." He forgot to lock the door. He saw where I was looking. He uncovered my mouth and locked the door. Hoping that he could help me, I screamed Michael's name. Dave started walking with me in his arms and his hand over my mouth. I was trying to fight his grasp, but he was too strong for me. He lay me on the couch and tied my wrists behind my back. I was crying. I couldn't go through it again. I tried to kick him, but it was no use. He ended up tying my feet too. His hand went back over my mouth. His hand was really dirty though, so I didn't dare lick it. I tried to fight the ropes and his hand. He took his hand off my mouth and slapped me across the face. He put it back over my mouth. "How does it feel?" I kicked but started getting a rope burn. "Your lips are always so beautiful." He took his hand off my mouth again. He punched me in the stomach. I wanted to grab it where it hurt. "Kiss me back when I kiss you, got it?" He kissed me, and I kissed back. He kept his lips there for a whole minute without ever taking a breath. I felt like passing out. I wanted to cry. He pulled away. His hand went back over my mouth. I was really squirming. "Don't make me do this." I stopped squirming. "That's a good girl." He said. "You're so weak right now. I should take advantage of that." I couldn't help it. I had to squirm. What if I escaped? He took a belt off a rack. I became frightened. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and tied it around my mouth. He turned me over and hit me on the back with the belt. I could feel my eyes starting to shut from all the pain flowing throughout my body, but I had to stay awake. "You want to go back to your boyfriend?" He asked, and I nodded.

     I heard someone banging on the door from the room I stayed in. It was Michael. "Dave, don't you dare touch her!"

     "Your boyfriend isn't supposed to know what I do." Dave whispered to me. "Your girlfriend is fine, Michael. My belt slipped out of my hand, so it hit the wall."

     "I know that wasn't a wall you hit. You're hurting Tiffany; I can feel it. Please just let her go." Dave ignored him. He took the handkerchief out of my mouth. "Well this isn't gonna be a secret anymore, is it? Maybe he does deserve to know what happens." He smirked and pulled out the belt again. The belt hit my back again. I screamed.

     "Tiffany!"

     "Michael, I'm fine." I wasn't though. There was probably a scar from that belt on my back. I was in so much pain.

     "Tiffany, don't lie to me. I know you're hurt. I want to help you, and I hate the fact that I can't get out of here and help you."

     "Michael, if you want your girlfriend back right now, I'd suggest walking away from the door." Dave said, and I could hear Michael's footsteps getting farther away from the door. Dave led me in there. I could barely walk. My back hurt so much. Dave threw me in, of course. He didn't know the definition of gentleman. Michael caught me. Before Dave could close the door, Michael ran up to him. "I'm sick of this." He said punching Dave in the face. Dave didn't even seem affected by it.

     "You're going to regret that." Dave said shoving Michael up against a wall. Dave then rushed out of the room.

     "Baby, are you all right?" I asked Michael.

     "Yes, I'm fine, but why did you lie to me about being fine?" Michael asked as he untied me.

     "I don't know. It really hurt." I said.

     "Tiffany, let me see your back." He said worried.

     "But-" He motioned for me to show him. "I'm just afraid you might be terrified." I said as I was showing him.

     He gasped, "Tiffany, this-" He couldn't say anymore. He started crying.

     "Is it bad?" He shook his head.

     "It's just bruises, but I hate seeing you like that."

     "If it helps. He only did it twice." I said.

     "He hurt you, Tiffany." I hugged him. We both cried in each other's arms. "I'm going to get back at him somehow. He shouldn't be putting his hands on you like that. I'll show him a piece of my mind. Next time he walks through that door, he'll wish he hadn't. I love you, Tiffany. You don't deserve this pain." I kissed her temple.

★Tell me, what do you guys think? Is it good? Is it bad? I'd like to know. Oh, also who do you guys think should play Tiffany? (Special thanks to @MarilynEdmond for the cover picture. All credit goes to her!)★