No Way Out (A Michael Jackson FanFic)

Bloody Belt

     I couldn't believe the meals Dave fed us there. He wanted me back? He must not have been very desperate. He treated me like garbage. My back still hurt like crazy from getting pushed on the concrete the night before. I was trying not to let Michael notice. Dave came back in the shed with my cell phone. "I want you to make a few phone calls." He said, "If you don't say what I say," he pulled out a knife, "I'll think of a very unpleasant fate for you." He handed me my phone. "Call Michael's mother first." I was crying. I sent the call. Her phone started ringing.

     She picked up. "Tiffany, where are you?"

     "That's not important now." Dave whispered and I replied.

     "What's going on?" She asked.

     "Nothing, I'll explain later." I began to feel a sick feeling right in the pit of my stomach.

     "Okay? Are you kidnapped?" She asked worried.

     "No, I'm fine. I have something I want to tell you though."

     "What is it?"

     "I never want to see your ugly face again." I couldn't repeat those words.

     "Help me. I'm at the hideout I told you about." I shouldn't have done that. Also, I told her about this place before I told Michael. I don't know why. I guess I was afraid I might have to explain to Michael what Dave had been doing, and I wasn't ready to tell him. Dave hung up. He looked really mad. "I-I'm sorry. Dave, I-I don't know what came over me." He twisted my wrist. I shrieked. I couldn't believe my boyfriend had to see it happen.

     "Dave, just stop." Michael said but got kicked in the stomach sending him to the ground.

     "Michael!" I screamed. "Dave, this has gone too far. Please, just stop!" He didn't care. He slapped me across my face. I held it. He had the belt. I started getting nervous. I took a chance. I slapped his face. It clearly didn't impact him much.

     "Don't ever do that again! You hear me?" He yelled slapping me back even harder. I let out a cry, but I wasn't ready to go down, not just yet.

     "No, Dave, I don't understand." I said trying to stand my ground. He seemed ticked. He threw me to the ground.

     Michael interrupted, "Stop playing around with Tiffany. Do this to me, please not to her. She doesn't deserve this."

     Dave ignored Michael's remark. He took out the belt. "No!" Michael screamed, "I can't. I can't watch Tiffany go through this pain. Please, do it to me. I can take it. I've been through this a million times." Michael was still on the floor, but he got up.

     Dave didn't seem to care about what Michael was saying. He was about to hit me when Michael grabbed Dave's wrist. Dave pushed him back like he was just a small fly. He was strong. I was still on the ground, but I got up using all my strength. He kicked my back sending me back down to the ground. He got out the belt again. He hit me. It hurt so much. I screamed. Michael screamed too. The belt had blood on it, my blood. I blacked out.

Michael's P.O.V.

     Dave hit Tiffany with the belt until she passed out. I couldn't take any of it anymore. Fearing for her life, I did something I never expected myself to do. I came up from behind him and yanked the belt out of his hands. It felt weird holding this piece of clothing that hurt the woman I love. It felt wrong, but I held it high in the air. "Get out, now!" He left and locked the door. I should've forced him to let us out of here. Whatever! I ran to Tiffany's side. I took her hand. "Babe." She was out like a light. "Baby girl, wake up." I still got nothing. I slapped her cheeks a little, not too hard. I didn't want to damage them more than they already were. She still wasn't waking up. I was ready to murder Dave by that point.

★Hey, guys! I really hope you're liking this so far. I've been editing this a lot lately. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story! In case you didn't know, all the credit for the cover of this story goes to @MarilynEdmond. It was really nice of her to send me the pic. Anywho, thanks for reading!★