Addicted ➵ Michael Jackson ➵ Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1-"Times Are Tough"

Cassandra Prima's Pov 1987

I tapped my fingers on the cold bar counter. Loud music drummed in the large bar which I call my job. It's complete hell watching a majority of people stumble in and out of here not having a care in the world. My job was being behind the bar and acting pretty as my boss would say. I put on a fake smile for each person that walks in here and gives me looks of lust, constantly thinking about when my shift ends.

The repeating song comes on again, and again and haunts me all the time. BAD. It's a catchy tune I must admit, but it's sung by the most selfish person I could ever think of, atlease I know of. Michael Jackson. I now cringe at the name and anyone who says it. A chubby guy with a thick beard comes tries to walk and fails standing up. He collects himself and stumbles over to me slurring every syllable.

"H-hey baby wanna dance." he belches loudly and I make a disgusted face at the smell and wave my hand in front of my face.

"Excuse me Jason, what about me?! Am I just one of your many whores?" a brunette with makeup clunked on her face clicks her heels towards us.

I groan under my breath and take a seat on the bar stool knowing this is going to be a long conversation. As they continue to banter with each other I pick at my nails and glance at the clock way to many times. Before I know it the manager is telling me its time to close. The four words that I've been dying to hear have come. I shut down all the lights as the news plays in the background.

And in other news, Michael Jackson is coming to Vegas this week for his bad tour. His manager Frank Dileo has told us this information earlier and we were more then happy to receive the news.Back to you Tom.

I sucked my teeth knowing that in a few days Michael is going to be here haunting me more than he already does. I shut the tv off and made my way into the crazy city of Las Vegas. I now live in a hotel because I lost my apartment. The landlord never let me extend my time so I could get the money in. But that was my fault apparently. The walked to the large hotel that shined golden lights from the windows.

Cars zoomed by almost hitting every person that crossed this street. My phone ringed in my overly stuffed purse. I finally pulled out the gray flip phone and held it In between my ear and shoulder. "Hello?" I tried to make sure the person on the other line heard me over the loud honking. "Babe where are you!" Harry's deep, drunk voice said through the phone. "I'm on my way to the hotel.Why?" I asked dodging people that ran through the street.

"I ran out of beer. Can you get some?" I sighed in exhaustion. "Harry, I just got of work. You already sound like you've had enough to drink already." I was almost inside the hotel when I bumped into a hard but smooth chest. "Sorry." I quickly said before returning to my phone call. "It's always work with you Cassandra. When is shit going to be about me." His voice was raising slightly and I honestly didn't feel like arguing.

"Harry I'm the one who's trying to keep us in this hotel with my job. Why don't you get a job to so you'll have enough money to buy beer." People were starting to stare at me. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment and quickly made my way into the elevator.
"Don't Fucking talk to me like that! Who do you think you a-" he was cut off with a voice in the background. "Harry baby when are you coming back to bed? We need to finish what we started." It sounded like a woman.

My eyebrows furrowed and I felt my blood start to boil. "Ask her to buy you beer." I snapped before closing my flip phone and stuffing it in my purse. This wasn't the first time this has happened, where he would use his stupid excuse of it being the tv. I was stupid enough to keep running back to him when I know I shouldn't. The only time I've been emotional is when Michael was involved. That was the only time I actually let my walls down. I now built them back up with extra layers protecting them, not to be broken down.

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Michael Jackson's Pov 1987

Frank finished nagging me about me being late to rehearsal yet again. I rubbed my tired eyes as the music through the large speakers played again and again. "ok ok stop!" I waved my hands as a sign for them to cut the music. Frank came up to me with an irritated look. "Michael what is going on with you! Your always tired, you never want to rehearse, your late. Is there something I should know?" his eyes narrowed as he folded his arms.

"No Frank. I've just been busy with Destiny and the wedding arrangements it's very stressful." I rubbed my forehead while shutting my eyes. Frank groaned at the mention of Destinty. "Not her again Michael! There's always something. Destiny needs this Destiny needs that! You need to focus a little more on your career!" Frank's voice was laced with frustration. "I will Frank!" I got up and paced around the room trying to calm my nerves.

"Mike why don't you just go home and catch a couple of Z's. You seem too stressed to finish this song tonight." I smiled politely at Frank and put on my jacket. "Thanks Frank. I promise tomorrow I will be refreshed and ready to record." He smiled at me and patted my back. "Ok have a good night Michael." I slid on my RayBans and nodded. "Bye Frank." I said goodnight to the rest of the people that were in the studio and made my way to the limo.

I was already in Las Vegas and Destiny continuously asked if she can come with. I honestly wanted to get a little space before the wedding day. It seems like she doesn't trust me and she's being too clingy. The limo drove to the hotel slowly since fans were crowding around us. I exited the limo when we finally got into the hotel. I looked down at my phone to see Destiny has called about 10 times. i sighed and called her back. "Michael Joseph Jackson where are you!" her voice raised through the phone

I groaned under my breath as I answer, "Destiny relax I'm on my way inside of the hotel right now." I knew she constantly is now thinking about who's with me and why. Let's just say she's a bit controlling. I felt a figure bump into me. "oh sorry." I said still on the phone. She said sorry the same time I did. Her minty breath filled my nose and so did her strawberry scent. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked to see a beautiful woman with her curvy figure showing in her red pencil skirt and smooth black shirt. (Picture of Cassandra is on the side)

I slowly bit my lip at her presence, her soft silky curly brown hair bounced as she strutted inside the hotel. I felt a trickle of sweat go down forehead and I felt my heart quicken. "Michael! Michael!" Destiny's voice rung in the phone. I shook out of my trance and returned to the phone. "Yeah I'm here." I heard her let out a frustrated sigh. "Bet you where checking out some woman." I heard her grumble. I scoffed and rolled my eyes even though she was right.

"Destiny just relax I'll be up in a minute." I responded before I tapped the end button on my touch-phone(yeah I know they didn't make them yet but just pretend :)) I turned my head to see if she was still there and I saw her arguing with someone on the phone. "Harry I'm the one who's trying to keep us in this hotel with my job. Why don't you get a job to so you'll have enough money to buy beer." Her voice snapped at the person on the other line. I'm guessing her boyfriend.

I don't know why I felt some sort of emptiness in my stomach when she said that. Why would I even feel this way if I don't even know her. Her whole demeanor changed and her blue eyes became an icy blue. "Have her buy you beer." she snapped her phone shut and she sighed before putting her head in her hands. I felt bad for the woman that stood a few feet away from me. Her sweet scent still lingered in my noise. I don't know how or why but I found myself taking closer steps to her.