Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)

He is there for you (ver. 2)

"Why is there a red mark on your neck? Tell me!" I exclaimed, tossing a pillow at my boyfriend Dan. 

"Get off of me!" I protested as he pinned me against the door. "Don't you dare speak to me like that or I'll kill you," he threatened, his eyes ablaze with anger.

"Why are you doing this? You're the one who's not telling the truth!" I yelled at him as he turned away, clenching his fists and jaw in frustration. He nearly swung at me, but someone intervened and held Dan's arm.

"Leave her alone!" a man shouted, it's Michael!

 I hurried behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Oh, it's you again. Why do you insist on causing trouble? Y/N, are you really into this guy, or do you want me to handle him like I did with you?" He spat out the words with venom.

"Please, Dan, just let me go! I can't live like this anymore!" I pleaded through tears, gripping Michael's button down shirt for support.

"Are you that clueless? Last time I checked, you were the one who cheated on her multiple times. Now that she's with me, it's suddenly an issue? You're delusional," Michael retorted, laughing incredulously.

"You're a piece of garbage!" Dan lunged for a punch.

Michael swiftly dodged, seizing the opportunity to deliver a powerful blow to Dan's face.

Dan stumbled and collapsed to the ground just as police sirens sounded outside my home, signaling his impending arrest.

"Michael, thank you. Please, I need to leave this awful place. Take me home," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

"Shh, everything will be okay. Just trust me. The police have already arrested him," Michael reassured me, patting my back soothingly.

"Thank you, Michael!" I hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"It's gonna be okay Y/N, I'm here. I won't let him hurt you again."

If he didn't make it, I would've been dead right now. I owe my life to him.

From the highs of friendship to the lows of heartbreak, he's been there.

His words have echoed in my mind ever since he first urged me to steer clear of toxic relationships. And now, in the aftermath of yet another disastrous breakup, I realize he was right all along.

He's not just the best thing that's ever happened to me, he's the one I've loved all along. But fear held me back, fear of risking our friendship, fear of rejection. Yet, as I reflect on everything we've been through together, I realize that our bond runs deeper than mere friendship. It's time to have courage I've lacked for so long and tell him how I truly feel. 

For he's not just my best friend, he's the love of my life.