Note: If you are sensitive to the 1993 allegations ,then this imagine is not for you.
It was late in the evening and you were waiting for your husband Michael to arrive home from his concert. You where more then proud of him everytime you saw him perform on stage. This was his Dangerous Tour and it was absolutely wild. There were always so many people and it still amazed you to see the effect Michael had on all these people, even you still got mesmerized when you say your husband perform. He was pure magic on stage, the way that man could effect a crowd was something that can not be put in words, not to mention he was incredibly talented in both singing and dancing. You were about to make some coffee when you heard the door slam shut , you felt excited and to this day you still go those butterflies in your stomach every time you saw Michael, that's how in love you was with him. "Hey babe" You said looking behind you shoulder as you put the coffee cup in the machine. You frowned when you got no answer , instead you saw Michael quickly making his way upstairs without even giving you one glance. Immediately you felt your stomach drop as you knew this wasn't normal behavior for Michael, he would never ignore you. "Michael?" You called and went upstairs as well.
Not much later you heard loud sounds coming from the bathroom. You softly walked a bit further to hear better what was going on, that's when you realized it was Michael and it sounded like he was smashing something, then you heard him curse and scream. Your eyes started to water , you knew something was really wrong. Quickly you sprinted to the bathroom door trying to open it, but it was locked. "Michael please open the door!" You said starting to panic as you knocked on the door. " No! Leave me alone, (y/n)!" He yelled. You sighed and softly started crying, this whole situation was getting too much and you didn't even know what was going on. It killed you to know that something was bothering Michael and you could not comfort him nor would he even tell you what was wrong. "Babe please, What is going on? Why are you so upset?" "Like you don't know that, It's all over the news" He answered , you could tell he was crying and that broke your heart. You raised your voice as all kind of emotions where hitting you at once right now "No Michael actually I don't! But okay if you want to play it like this and not tell your wife what's wrong ,then fine I will leave you alone! Happy?" and with that you made your way downstairs again. You really didn't want to sound so mean , but it was getting really frustrating that he was being so stubborn. The words he said kept echoing trough your mind. "there is only one way to find out" You thought to yourself, the TV was still on and you kept switching the channels until you found something to do with Michael. and there it was. You turned the TV louder.
Michael Jackson the king of pop, accused of sexual molestation of a young boy. The news reporter read. but that was the only thing you could hear ,everything suddenly became a blur and you felt sick to your stomach. "omg no" You cried out. Again many emotion hit you at once, you felt anger, sadness and you felt betrayed. but not by Michael, by the people who caused this you knew this was bullshit and filthy lies all over again. With your hand in your face you sat on the couch, you felt sick by this news, but you knew you had to be the stronger person in this situation. Michael needed someone and you felt instant regret for walking away from him. You walked back upstairs once again. "Michael?" "I'm still here, the door is open" He said ,his voice sounded strained. Opening the door you were shocked when you saw the mess. The whole bathroom was destroyed, the mirror was broken, glass laying everywhere as well as other stuff that was thrown to the ground. and then there was Michael, sitting in the corner of the room. He looked broken, his hand was bleeding and his makeup was all over his face. He looked up to you, his eyes where empty,it looked like he wasn't even here. That beautiful sparkle he always had in his gorgeous brown eyes was gone. and that's when your broke down. "I'm so so sorry Michael" You screamed while crying. He stuck his arms out inviting you for a hug, you fell in his arms and hugged him so tightly. "I'm so sorry Mike" He started to cry as well. It was heartbreaking to see Michael like this, you tried to comfort him by just letting him cry on your shoulder as you ran your hands over his back and through his hair in a attempt to calm him down a bit. "They think I'm a sick pedophile (y/n) ,can you believe it?" He finally spoke again. "wait.. You don't believe them do you?" He said and you could feel his heartbeat raising. "I understand it if you wanna leave me, but then please do it now" Never have you felt so much sadness before as every word Michael spoke was another stab to your heart. "Listen Michael" You put your hand under his chin and softly lifted his head so you could look him in the eyes. " I love you" Your voice sounded strained and you struggled to form more words. "I know for a fact that you would never do something like that Michael, I know you, It isn't in your mind nor in your heart to even once think about doing that to a child" A small smile appeared on his face, but that quickly disappeared again. He looked down to the ground. "My life is over (y/n)" He paused and looked up to you again. "why always me" His voice cracked. You grabbed his hands and caressed your thumb over his fingers "Your life isn't over Michael. Yes this is terrible. And yes, this will be a very hard time, but you will get trough this. We will get trough this, me, your family and all the fans. We all believe you and we all love you so much, you know that right?" You looked him in they eyes still holding his hands. He nodded and softly kissed your lips "Thank you, I would be lost without you. I'm so sorry for reacting this way but I-I ju-" "Shh ,It's okay Michael. I totally understand you" You stood up and looked around the stuff on the floor trying to find band aid. After looking around for sometime you found it still lying in the cabinet above the sink. You grabbed a piece and walked back to Michael. "Give me your left hand please" He looked at you with a puzzled face and looked down to his hand. He let out a small gasp and then gave you his hand "I'm such a mess, this whole place is a mess" He said looking around finally seeming to be aware of his surrounding again, but that was the last thing you worried about now. You cleaned the wound a bit with some water and placed the band aid on it after you dried his hand a little. "There you go" You kissed his hand softly. "Let's get you ready for bed okay?" He nodded and you helped him to get up from the ground. Even though he stopped crying, you could tell he was still weak and numb from everything. You sat him down on the edge of the bathtub and began to take his makeup of with a wet cloth. Carefully you removed the little makeup that was left on his face. "You are beautiful" You said in all honestly as you admired his face. "So are you" He replied softly with smile on his face as he moved a strand of hair out of your face and placed it behind your ear. "Let's get to bed" You stuck out your hand for him to grab it and supported him by holding his arm once he held your hand. When you two arrived in your bedroom you sat him down on the bed. "can I?" You pointed to his shirt and waited for his approval to take it off. He nodded and also unbuttoned his pants letting you know It was okay to fully help him undress. This was different then many times, this wasn't sexual , just pure love and caring. You helped him out of his clothes and he was left in only his underwear. He looked down to his chest that still had some dark spots from his vitiligo. He looked so worried like he was afraid that you would judge him for it even though you have known about it for years. "You know what I said about it right? You are always beautiful Michael" You kissed the top of his head and then began to take of your own clothes as well. You both crawled into the bed. Michael lied down on your chest, you played a little bit with his black curls. "Thank you for handling this so well" He said and kissed you cheek. You blushed as Michael still gave you that special feeling. You just felt the strong love that radiated from him. "I'm always here Michael, I will never leave you. I love you" and as if that were the words he was waiting for you could feel his tense muscles relax and his breathing getting softer while he drifted of to sleep.
A/N: So there it is my first imagine of this book! I hope you guys enjoyed it even tho this will always be a touchy part of Michael's life. A bit of an intense start of the book, but this idea had been in my mind for while now and I just had to write it down. Please know that English it not my first language , so I'm sorry for any mistakes!
