whatever happens » michael jackson

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[Dangerous era]

I winced as I tried to shut the door behind me as quietly as possible.

Glancing nervously at my wristwatch, I feared how Michael would react at knowing that I came back at 1 AM after promising to be cuddling him in bed at 11 maximum. I could only pray that he was fast asleep.

Careful not to make a sound as I slipped off my heels, I set my purse on the dining table soundlessly, quickly gliding across the wooden floorboards to the staircase, tiptoeing my way up to the master bedroom.

Heaving out a small breath I didn't know I was holding in, I realized that there was no light coming from underneath the bedroom door—Michael was sound asleep.

The door allowed me to sneak in without a sound, and with a smile of relief, I silently clicked the door shut after me.

Halfway through that, suddenly the lights turned on.

Whipping around like a madwoman, my eyes grew wide as I saw Michael giving me a cold, hard glare.

His straightened hair was pulled up in a haste ponytail, and his makeup was off, but he really didn't seem to care at that moment.

"Where were you?" his deep voice alarmed me; he never used it on me.

Letting out a sound that resembled a mouse being trodden on, I tried to think of an answer, "I-I lost t-track of t-time—"

"Oh really?" a growl emanated from his chest, and his tank top stretched as he folded his arms, and with the work outs he'd been doing for the last while, he looked very intimidating.

"I swear, I-I didn't notice the tim—"

"Not. A. Word," he hissed, fire blazing in his eyes as he walked over to me.

My back hitting the wall, my eyes grew very wide with fear.

"For God's sake, you said you'd be back from your best friend's birthday two hours before now!" he began to yell, inching closer to my now trembling body.

I was genuinely afraid now.

His breath now fanning my face, I squeezed my eyes shut as I knew what was coming.

But it never came.

Surprised at that, I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with shock.

"Baby?" he asked in his normal soft tone, "Why are you so afraid?"

Heart still pounding, I bit my lip and turned away.

"Did you think I was going to," he gulped as he inched closer to me, "hit you?"

He touched my face with his palm, and I flinched instantly, and I saw his eyes well up with tears, "Oh baby," he whimpered, flinging his arms around me in a hug, "How can I be such a bad husband that my own wife is afraid of me?"

Still shaking a little, he cradled my face in his hands, kissing my nose tenderly, "I'd slit my wrists before I lay a hand on you for anything other than loving and caressing you," he sweetly whispered, "I'm not mad at you either, I was just worried sick."

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