Book 3 : Smooth Yet Dangerous Michael Jackson Fan Fic

The Pain

I sat on the plane rubbing my neck, it was swore from Michael nearly slamming me into the wall. I haven't stopped crying since last night. They didn't even let me tell the kids bye. My flight left at 5am. I was shaking and crying still and was in physical and emotional pain.

I entered the house, only hearing my foot steps. I went up stairs to Michaels room and just laid in his bed. I know. I wanted the divorce. I still do but before.... knowing Michael still wanted me, it wasn't hard cause we still loved eachother but now.... it's like deja vu from when he left me. I can't believe he put his hands on me.... 

I laid in his bed all day, suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. And his door opened, "what are you doing home?" Jennifer asked confused. "He sent me home." I sniffled. "He what? Sent you home? Why?" She asked extremely confused. I rolled over facing her. "oh my god, your face! I'm sorry but you look a mess." She said with her huge belly. I nodded. "He talked to Joe." I said softly. She looked at me surpirsed. "He answered my phone and Joe told him everything I guess." I said as a tear slid from my eye. "What happen after that?" She asked scared. I sat up, pulling my shirt down showing her the bruises on my shoulder. "He pinned me against the wall," I said then moving my hair back showing her the bruises on my neck, "he held me by my throat." Jennifer gasped, "then he held me by my hair cause he told me to leave but I said I wasnt leaving without the kids. He held me up by my hair till I agreed to leave without the kids then dropped me on the floor," I said showing her my bruised knees. "You need to file charges!" Jennifer said mad. I shook my head, "I knew I should've never started seeing Joe." I said softly. "You deserve to move on." She stated. "I know but we both knew if he found out which he did, it will make the divorce harder. And it already has. He told me I was disgusting and he was gonna start fucking Lisa now." I cried. She hugged, "wait right here. I gotta make a call." She said. She went into the bathroom but I could hear her clear as day. She called Michael. "No you listen to me Michael! You ever, EVER lay your hands on her again. I will make a report to the police and child services." I heard her. "I'm being serious. I'm done with this. I'm not gonna see her like this anymore cause for some stupid reason she ever loved you and because your 'Michael Jackson' you are not gonna get away with doing this to her. What if someone did this to Aubrey or Harmony? Huh? Exactly. Don't test me asshole." She said then hanging up. She walked out mad as hell. "Babygirl you better stop kicking cause mommas mad." She told her baby.
"Let me feel your baby." I said reaching out to feel her stomach. "I miss being pregnant." I said sad. "Girl it isn't fun." She sighed sitting next to me.

She spent a couple hours with me then went home. I spent the next 3 days just laying in bed, haven't ate, haven't showered.....

I laid in bed, just watching soap operas crying. "Mrs. Jackson. Mr.Jackson is on the phone." One of the maid said. Yes we still have a home phone.  She handed me the phone. "Hello." I answered. "The kids just boarded the plane. Get yourself together cause I swear I even get a phone call from the kids mad at me, I will screw you over in this divorce. I told them your mom was sick so you flew home. And you ever have Jennifer call me again threatening me like that I will not be paying for your new house, you can live with your damn mom." he said mad as hell. "Okay." I said through my tears. "I'll be calling tomorrow to discuss further topics regarding the divorce. Tom is gonna write up our agreement but can't file till were done touring sadly. Then you can whoring around some more." He said unpleased. "Michael... just let me explain-" "explain what? That you knew a guy for a month then fucked him. Sounds pretty easy to me." He said mad. I covered my mouth crying, "okay." I replied. I hung up. 

I got up and showered, I cleaned the house and did my best to make myself look okay. I had to call my mom and tell her that the kids think she is sick and whatever else but I didn't tell her what Michael did to me. I just told her Michael and I weren't getting along so we thought it was best if I left.