𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 • 𝐌𝐉 ✓

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Julianna's POV

"Wait, what if he comes by?" I ask, nervously.

"He won't, I'll make sure of it." Michael says, calming me down a little. I nod and he gave me a quick peck on the cheek then left. I look at the door and start pacing, back and forth.

*Just calm down; nothing's gonna happen.*

Then the door was knocked and I jumped, *Probably, just Michael.*

I slowly walk to the door and grab the knob, I open the door and no one was there; I look outside leaning forward, "I'm a lucky son of a gun." I heard a voice say. I quickly turn around, seeing the face I didn't want to see.

"Hey sweetie, did you miss me?" Jermaine said with hunger.

I felt stuck in some way, I just froze because it was Jermaine; when he smacked me, I just stopped.

"Ooh, you're looking pale."

He rubbed my cheek and pushed me onto the door, which closed it; his hand on my hip and other on my cheek.

"Jermaine, please. Don't hurt me again." I told him.

He pulls his hand from my cheek and pulled away, "Why don't you want my love?"

"I don't love you, Jermaine."

He slaps his hand on the door, "I'll still get you."

*Fuck you.*

"No!" I push him away, causing him to follow me as I ran into the bedroom.

"Nice," I heard the door lock, "bedroom."

Then I heard the front door open, "Julie!?"

"Mich--?!"

My mouth was covered by Jermaine, "Julie?!" Jermaine held my body with one arm and moved my head; then let my body loose to move my hair.

I quickly turn around and push him away, "Michael!" I call him.

Jermaine looks at the door and I ran to the door, "Oh no, you don't." Jermaine pushes me into the dresser, I groan; then into the bathroom, my head hits the sink and I felt something start running down my left side of my face.

I try to get up, "Wow, you smell amazing."

I flip over on my back and back up, hitting the bath tub, I look Jermaine and he smiles with his fangs showing. I cover my face with my arms, I heard Jermaine chuckle; his hands touched my shoulders and I started shaking.

Then I heard the bedroom door kicked open, "Hey Mike, nice to---"

I heard a groan from Jermaine as I heard Michael punch him, "Get out of my house," I heard Michael growl.
I heard shuffling feet to get up from the floor, "NOW!" I heard Michael yelled.

Then the front door was slammed shut, I started sobbing; I heard footsteps toward me, "Julie," I heard Michael.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, I hit his chest with fists; I sobbed louder, "You left me. You said h-he wasn't coming over."

"I know; I hurried home as fast as I could.. I'm so sorry."

I grip his shirt and bite my lip in sadness, "Don't leave me."

*So tired.*

"I won't." I close my eyes and lean on top of his chest, fainting.

Michael's POV: Next day