Partners {Michael Jackson}

XXVII

Y/N

I'm such an idiot. Why did I not see this coming? I'm humiliated... embarrassed... and heart broken. Chelsea, who I've known since diapers, and Alex, who I've fell in love with since 3rd grade, are having a baby. The betrayal they gave. Fucking assholes. I'm at the edge of my steps, watching the cars drive by. Michael sat right beside me. "Say it." I said, not looking directly at him.

"What?" he asked, confused. "Say it. I know you want to." "Say what?"

"I told you so." I answered, facing him in the face. Michael grinned a little, holding his head down. "Nah... you're too fragile at the moment. Maybe next time."

"Hmph.." you scoffed. "I just can't believe this is happening. The two most important people I valued in my life. How? Why? When?" I started to tear up wondering. The images of Chelsea and Alex doing it made my stomach turn 360. "Well..." he huffed, rather agitated. "As long as you know the truth, you shouldn't put yourself in it. It's their problem. Not yours. You didn't do anything wrong." he tried to cheer me up. Did not work.

"Then why do I feel like it is?"

"What do you mean?"

"I never had sex with him. And every time he tried to.. you know... I also told him 'no' or 'I'm not ready.' And he would get so pissed. One time he-"

"Did he assault you, Y/N?" Michael asked, balling his fist. "Uh-... I-... Maybe?"

"It's a yes or no question, Y/N. If he did, that's a crime. No man, in this case a pussy boy, should not either lay a hand or perform a sexual act on a woman without her consent. That's assault."

"All he did was pin me down on the bed. I tried pushing him off, but he was too strong. So I kicked him in the nuts and left. I think he was under the influence."

"Whether he was or not, assault is assault. You said no right?" Michael asked getting even mad. I nodded, looking down at my feet. I suddenly felt a warm, muscular hand lift my chin up. "You were forced to do something you didn't want to do. Stop making excuses for that punk."

"But, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are! He just did something so terrible to you, you're too damn blind to see it. What does he have that you love about him?" Michael questioned. I didn't say a word. I just stared into his eyes. They looked sincere and hurt. I felt water formed in my eyes as I scooted closer to him. Some odd reason I felt safe around his presence. "You're right. You are right. I'm such a damn mess. I- I just.... How can you deal with me? With this?" I asked, seeing that he's the one asking me twenty and more questions.

"I just do. You're hurting. And since you have no one to soothe the pain, I'm here. Though I'm still pissed about the telephone conversation we had Friday night."

"Yeah... I'm sorry. At the time I was in the middle of you two. But.. I think I found the answer." I said, placing my hand across his cheek. Looking deep into his eyes, I smiled a little. I stood up, reaching my hand for his. Michael looked confused. I laughed, pulling him up from his spot. My mom isn't home from work. She probably won't be for another few hours. Meaning.. I got time.

I lead Michael to the living room. "Sit."  I said. "Um... why?" "Just sit." I snapped. "Ok..."

Michael sat uncomfortably on the couch. His expression was the definition of awkward and confused. It's better than being nervous I should say. I walked towards his way, placing myself on his lap. I bit down on my lip, caressing his face with my fingertips. He licked his lip, surprised but excited to view the actions I am doing. I leaned forward, placing my lips to his. I would be lying if I didn't say I missed kissing him. His hands are wrapped around my bottle shaped waist. My hands were locked inside his curls.

I sightly moaned in his mouth, feeling myself becoming more wet. I paused, lifting my shirt away from my body exposing my chest. He roamed his hands through my body. But he stopped. "Y/N..." he whispered.

"It's okay.. I want to."

Chapter 28 is up next....