Michael Jackson Imagines

Like I Would (Part 3)

WARNING! TO ALL PRINCE FANS THAT ARE READING THIS, PLEASE DO NOT COME AT ME IN THE COMMENTS SINCE WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ I KNOW PRINCE WOULD NEVER DO. SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ THEN THE ARROW THAT LOOKS LIKE THIS ⬅ WILL SHOW YOU OUT OF THIS BOOK. I HAVE NO TIME FOR THE BS. Thank you.

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I grabbed Y/N by her arm tightly with my blood boiling and my skin steaming. Tonight just wasnt my night and I decided to go out to that club with the shit that has been going on in my life. With the frustration of my music career and my personal life being conflicted in all directions, it's hard for me.

And now that Y/N was with that squeaky son of a bitch, it bothers me even more.

I pulled Y/N into the limo and tossed her onto the seat closing the door behind myself. "Y/N what made you think that you could be with that jackass in there?" I said with my cheeks turning red out of anger.

"You don't control me Prince! You are so cruel and hurtful to me just like your father!" she said and I slapped her hard in her face.

Tears were streaming down her face as her cheek turned red. "DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT SON OF A BITCH EVER AGAIN!" I boomed and she jumps a little.

"Why do you always hurt me Prince? Why do you always ignore me all the time? You don't even hang out with me anymore like you used to ever since you got your big break!" she yelled at me and I had had enough.

I put my hand around her throat tightly making her whimper and look down. "S-stop Prince," she whimpers and I tightened my grip a little more.

"Look at me Y/N," I said lowly and she hesitantly looked at me.

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"Look at me Y/N, " Prince said lowly and I hesitated to look up at him. I started to shake a little as I looked into his dark evil eyes.

"Wait until we get home... You'll regret this night, " he said and let go of my neck dropping onto the seat rubbing my neck neck gently with shaky hands. I held in my tears not wanting to piss him off even more.

When we arrived at Paisley Park, the driver stopped and unlocked the door letting us out. We both got out and Prince clutched his fists as we walked inside with his knuckles turning white. The driver wished us goodnight and closed the door.

I looked down and Prince grabbed my jaw tightly making me whimper and shed a tear. He slapped me hard making me fall to the floor and kicked my side making me cry out in pain and cry even more.

He hit me a few more times leaving bruises on my body and a few cuts making me weak and unable to move when he was finished. I felt helpless and weak as I laid there balling my eyes out and whimpering quietly. That was it. I had to leave him.

I waited until Prince was deeply asleep and went into the room packing up a suitcase and duffle bag full of my clothes and money and things that I needed and went to my car. I put them all in the car and drove off with tears streaming down my face.

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I was relaxing in my room at Neverland as I was writing into my song book. I was writing more until one of my guards called me.

"Hello? " I said to the other line.

"Boss, you have a guest. Should I let them in? " The guard spoke and I got a little confused.

"Who's the guest? " I said.

"Y/N.... " The guard said and I widened my eyes a little.

"Let her in, " I said and hung up the phone.

Why would Y/N be here at this time of night? But something doesnt seem right about this. I walked to the door and opened it to see Y/N with some bruises and a slap mark on her cheek and tears in her eyes.

My jaw dropped in shock and pulled her close into a hug, soon hearing Y/N cry and whimper.