Little Princess ➵ Michael Jackson ➵ Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1-"Not Safe"

Rainy Jackson's Pov 1984

A 5 almost 6 year old shouldn't experience what I have. A five year old shouldn't see the things I've seen. That's why I'm a special kind of five year old. I'm Rainy Jackson and I live in this small house with my mom and dad, Carol and Darien.

I don't feel safe in this house. Especially with the yelling every night and Dad's drunk buddies making there way into my room and my mom not do anything about it. They touch me and hit me at times, but I don't let it bother me.

Even though I've gone through alot, I still manage to slap a smile on my face. My mom sometimes isn't all that bad. I just think she needs help for her addiction. Some nights she's sweet an kind and some nights she's a totally different character.

I always wondered what it would feel like to live in a foster home, but it push those thoughts away. Some may think I'm 4 years old from the way I look and the bows I always have in my hair. But I'm actually 5 and 4 quarters. I'm turning 6 in a couple of weeks and my mom said she has a huge surprise for me.

I heard loud giggling and playful screams outside. I sighed and looked at all the kids below me playing, wishing I could feel happiness too.

"Rainy!" My mom's raspy voice called. I ripped my attention away from the window to respond. "Coming Mama!" I set my stuffed elephant I call Dumbo on my bed and ran down the stairs. "Sh Sh!" she snapped rubbing her head.

I then knew that she probably had too much to drink from that brown bottle I always see.

She had a cigarette In between her index finger and middle finger as she brought it up to her lips she nodded in Dad's direction. I looked his way to see he had a belt held behind his back. My eyes started to tear up because I knew what he was about to do.

I hesitantly walked across the kitchen to where he was and he grabbed me roughly by my arm. I let out a painful whimper when I felt his grip start to intense.

"Your gonna get it little girl." his face had a glowering look as he jerked me forward into the small living room.

He slammed the door that separated the kitchen and the living room shut and locked it. I jumped a little from the loud sound.

"Didn't i tell you to clean up your stupid toys when your down playing with them!" I hung my head in shame and looked back up to see his wild eyes searching mine for answers.

A small tear ran down my face as he raised his belt high above his head. He brought it down quickly and it made contact with my face. I fell to the floor and started to bawl.

"Daddy stop it!" I screeched through my cries as he continued to hit me with the belt.

I saw red marks starting to form on my arms and legs. I tried shielding myself with my arms but it didn't work.

"Please!" I whimpered loudly before it all stopped.

He snatched me up by my bushy ponytail and ripped the white bow out of my hair. "Don't test me." He hissed before dropping me to the ground.

Daddy was really tall and I was really short so it was a pretty bad drop. I saw red stripes on my arms and legs. Normally I would laugh and say I looked kind of like a candy cane but it started to sting.

"Mommy!" I called out for her but she didn't come. Some mommy she is.

I got up and slowly walked up to my room and laid on my bed wishing the pain would just go away. I looked at the small tv that was in the corner of my room and saw a guy who had a red jacket on and turned into a werewolf.

He chased the girl through the woods and she was suddenly caught. I leaned closer to see if he would attack her but it went to a movie theatre. Huh? My face twisted up in confusion as I tilted it to the side.

2 minutes later the guy that turned into a werewolf was singing a song. I liked it, it was catchy. My lips curved into a smile and I bobbed my head to the song. Soon enough I'll learn the words.

"That was Michael Jackson's Hit single that just seems to be knocking down the charts. Thriller." I smiled.

He has the same last name as me! Cool. I laid my head on my pillow hoping I don't have nightmares about that werewolf.