❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤||𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠•𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒/𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹/❥

♡A Broken Heart♡

BEFORE YOU READ:

The following prologue will contain the parts of a mother, and a father. If your current situation does not support the idea of having both parents around (like me), then do feel free to imagine anyone else that could fit the role/roles.

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•Prologue•

You stood in front of your parents, tears streaming down your face. Your hands were cold, and your feet were trembling. Your parents stared at you, their eyes cold.

"I love Michael," you referred to your boyfriend of three months. You had been dating the one and only, Michael Jackson - and you loved him dearly. However, your parents disagreed with the entire situation, they insisted that you would only get your heart broken.

"I forbid it, (Y/N)," your mother spoke. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Michael is only going to break your heart," she frowned.

Your father was standing next to your mother, and he nodded. "(Y/N), please listen to your mother," he studied you. "I don't want you to get hurt. Neither of us do," he gestured to the woman standing beside him.

"I...can't..." you trailed off. "I love Michael. I love him with all my heart," you shook your head.

"If you choose Michael, then forget that we are your parents," tears ran down your mother's face. "And when he breaks your heart....then you can come back to us," she breathed. "Because I assure you, that is all he will do,"

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✽SET IN THE BAD ERA✽

|1989|

You opened your eyes, and sat up in your bed. Glancing at the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table, you noted that the time was three in the morning. You were sweating, and it occurred to you that you had been dreaming. It had been two years since you had become estranged from your family, and you missed them a great deal. Michael, your boyfriend, was sleeping peacefully beside you. Your breathing was heavy, and your chest was moving up and down.

Running your fingers through your hair, you looked around the room and sighed. You could not stop having dreams of the day that you last spoke to the people that were very important to you. Shaking your head slightly, you tried to release yourself of the sad feeling that had enveloped your heart.

Sitting there for a few seconds, you noticed that Michael had awoken. He was aware of the dreams that you'd been having, but he did not know that they were about your family. He assumed that they were regular nightmares, and you intended for it to be that way. You knew that he would be worried. When you first left your family, Michael had been upset, and he had wanted you to reconcile with them. Of course, it never happened - and it was something that the both of you had to become used to

He had to accept that you were not on good terms with your family, and you had to live with the decision that you had made. You loved Michael a lot, and nothing was going to come in between that - you were always going to be there for the man you adored.

The two of you lived at Neverland together, and you were as happy as you could possibly be. Being around him always made you happy.