❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥No More(Bad Era)♥

"(Y/N)!" 

"Look here!"

"Please! This way!"

You keep your head down as countless people swarm around you and flashes of light threaten to blind you. Your bodyguard, Andrew, grips your arm gently as he ensures that you get out of the mass of people in one piece.

You finally get into the car and you huff as you collapse onto the car seat.

"Wow," you say out of breath.

"Never gets old Mrs. Jackson, does it?" Andrew muses as the car begins to move.

"No, it doesn't," you respond hesitantly.

"Is everything alright ma'am?" the driver asks politely.

"Yes, everything's fine," you smile, "Take us back to Neverland, please," you sigh.

You lean back against the seat and look out the window to see the masses of people.

People that adored Michael.

People that adored you.

Michael Jackson was your husband after all....

You'd signed up for this.

You close your eyes and try to clear your mind.

Ever since you married Michael a year ago, the media had refused to leave either of you alone. When you were with Michael, the paparazzi was twice as bad and you hated it. You hated being followed everywhere you went and you hated being under scrutiny all the time. Even to go shopping, you had to make elaborate plans. 

Sure, you understood fully well that marrying Michael meant eyes on you at all times but you're only human and you have your limits. You've tried so hard to be strong for Michael but you're breaking inside. You know very well that after this outing, your picture is going to be plastered on the front page of almost every tabloid in the country. They loved doing this to you. Whenever you'd go out, they media would try their ultimate best to get a picture of you and cook up a story to match that.

It was agonizing.

"Ma'am, we're here," the driver smiles and Andrew helps you out of the car.

"I'll go from here, thanks Andrew," you smile as you walk off.

You walk as fast as you can due to the constant paranoia you've developed that someone may be watching you. As you enter the house, Michael's familiar scent greets you and you look around to see if he's around. 

Maybe he went to the recording studio. You think to yourself. 

You make your way to the bedroom first to leave your bags in there when you are instantly met with the sight of your dashing husband.

"Hey beautiful," Michael smiles, "When did you get back?"

"Hi," you smile like an idiot at his endearment toward you, "Just now. You?" 

"Same," he sighs, "The media was extra attentive this afternoon," he shakes his head.

"Yeah..." you trail off, "About that," you look at your feet as you shuffle nervously.

"What's wrong?" Michael's expression displays pure concern.

"I-" you breathe slowly, "I don't know how to say this," you look at the ceiling as you feel your eyes tearing up.

"What do you mean?" Michael asks worriedly.

"I..." you begin but the two of you are interrupted by Carol, your housemaid, who looks quite frantic.

"Carol?" you ask as you frown in confusion, "What's wrong?" you walk toward her and Michael follows you.

"It's Frank," she says hurriedly, "He's here to see Michael,"

"Oh," Michael looks startled, "What for?" 

"I don't know," Carol shakes her head, "But he seems angry,"

At that, the two of you rush down to the living room and see Frank pacing around the area, looking rather frustrated.

"Frank wh-"

"You!" Frank rushes toward you and you move back quickly. He stops about two feet away from you before continuing. "What did you think you were doing?!" he yells.

"Frank!" Michael raises his voice, "Don't yell at her," he grits his teeth.

If there was anything Michael hated more than tabloids, it was anyone yelling at you - especially males.

Frank ignored Michael and carried on.

"Why did you go out?!" he growls.

"What do you mean?!" you yell back.

"You're ruining Michael's reputation!" Frank's face was red.

"What?!" you contort your face in confusion.

"Frank!" Michael yells. "I said, don't yell at her," he growls lowly.

"Mike," Frank walks over to Michael, "She's destroying your image!" he tries to explain.

"What image Frank? There is no me without her!" he waves his hands in frustration. "What are you on about?!"

"No Mike, you don't understand," Frank closes eyes as he tries to steady his breathing. "The media are making you out to be a clown! They think your whole marriage is a joke! Thanks to her," he motions toward me.

"What the hell?! I don't care about what they think!" Michael says angrily.

"Mike, listen to me," Frank pinches the bridge of his nose. "She needs to have more class. She goes out there looking like a lost lamb - I can't watch this anymore," he shakes his head violently.

"What?" you whisper. "I don't-"

"Frank!" Michael loses his temper. "She doesn't have to change for them!" he grits his teeth.

"I'm sorry Mike but it's your career or her. Everyone's talking about it. If you choose her, you lose all your goodwill and your years of hard work goes to waste. She's not good for you," Frank shakes his head.

Michael stares at Frank in shock and you start to tear up.

"It's fine. I'll leave," you state quietly.

"No!" Michael yells as you turn around.

"I can't do this Michael. I've changed so much this past year and everyone is still so unhappy. Maybe Frank's right. I should just go. I'm young and naive. I can't be good for you no matter hard I try..." you shake your head. "Goodbye Michael," you cry as you leave your wedding ring on the table and walk out.

"Wait!" Michael calls as he begins to run after to but Frank holds him back. There's a struggle and you hear Frank say "Let her go,"

You run as fast as you can to Andrew and beg him to take you anywhere - as long as it's away from Neverland.

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Okay...this one is shorter than I usually do but that's because I started writing this while waiting for my friend to come home but then lost hope when I realized that she's not coming.

Great.👀

Anyways...I don't know whether I should leave it at that or continue it but eh...we'll see.

Keep dreaming lovelies!🌈

Peace!
Love, Flower🌸

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