Slave To The Rhythm ~MJ Fanfic~

Chapter 2

*Michael's P.O.V.*

 I look at her and then at her hand. It was really red. I felt so bad for her. She is too beautiful for someone to hurt her. "Did they do that to you too?" I asked pointing to her hand.  She nodded. I don't understand it. My heart is breaking into a billion pieces. She looks so sad. "Are you okay?" I ask her one more time. "Yes, thank you so much Michael." she says smiling at me. "So are you a fan?" I ask a little curious. "Yes. I love your voice. I just got your new alblum you released last month!" she said excited. "Really? What is your favorite song?" I look at her and smile at her excitement "Billie Jean." "Mine too. I think that song has a rhythm that you have to dance to." I say smiling even more. "That is why I like it so much. In fact, I danced to it this morning before going to work." she said with a huge smile. A couple of seconds after, her smile turned into a frown. "What's the matter?" I ask. "Nothing." She said but still frowning at me. I get why she is frowning now. She is still remembering what happened about 30 minutes ago. I nod in understandment and ask "Do you need another hug?" She giggled and scooted closer to me and into my arms.

 I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly. The car comes to a stop and I get out. I walk to the other side of the car and open the door. I hold my hand out and she takes it. I smile and help her out. Her heel gets stuck in the car and she falls into my arms. She blushes and stands up. She is so cute when she blushes. Yes, I do like her. Any man who doesn't obviously doesn't have eyes. I walk to the front door and open it. Breanna's eyes shot open and I giggled and grabbed her hand walking to the bathromm. I patted the counter in from of me and said "Sit" She smiled and jumped up on the counter. I got the first aid kit and sat it on the counter next to her. I poured some alcohol on a cotton ball. "This is going to sting a bit." I said raising the cotton ball a bit. She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. I cleaned the scratch a bit and she whimpered in pain. I put the cotton ball in the garbage and said "Sorry" "It's fine. I had to be done." she said smiling. "Thank you so much for this Michael." "Your welcome" I answered smiling. I grabbed her hand and walked downstairs to the couch and we sat down. "So do you want to talk about it?" I asked and she looked down playing with her fingers nervously "You don't have to if you don't want to." I said moving a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"No no. It's better talking about it than holding it in" she said looking at me. I smiled and said "I'm all ears"  "Well, I work at that diner we were standing in front of when I bumped into you. The boss there is really mean and abusive. I walked in and he told me that I was late. He told me to be at work at 9:25 am. I showed him my watch and he slapped my hand down. Then my friend Josh told him to leave me alone. He told him to shut up and told me not to get smart. He told me to get to work and I wasn't listening to him. He then slapped me in my face. I should of listened to him." she said looking down and she had a tear rolling down her face. I scooted closer and hugged her. I tried to comfort her by saying "He still had no right to hit you. I will be right here if you need me. Do you wanna stay here for tonight? Only if you want to though." She looked up and smiled. "I would love to Michael!" I smiled at her and let her go. "I want to learn more about you." I say leaning back into the couch. "Okay. I was born in Los Angeles California on May 24th 1960. I am 21 years old. I am an only child and my mother and father got divorced when I was really little. My first relationship was when I was 16 but I had to break up because he was very abusive. I never looked at men the same way. When I was sad I always turned on your music and it would cheer me up." I smiled at that thought.

 I never knew what my music could do to people when they are sad. "I have always listened to the Jackson 5 when I was little. You were my favorite singer in the band, of course. I always got abused wherever I went. First my first boyfriend, then my school, and now my job. I don't know what is about me that made people hurt me." She started to tear up. "I would never hurt you, Breanna." I said to her. She smiled and said "Tell me about yourself Michael." "Well, I was born on August 29th 1958 in Gary India. I am 23 years old. I have 5 brothers. I was supposed to have 6 though." I said looking down a bit depressed. "What happend to your fifth one?" she asked "One of my brothers had a twin. The twin was going to be named Brandon, but he was a stillborn." "I don't really know what a stillborn is." she said looking at me concerned. "A still born is when a baby is born not breathing and the skin is blue, like it has no air in it's body." I tell her with a couple tears streaming down my cheeks. "I am so sorry Michael." She said to me wiping the tears away.

 I blush a little and continue "Anyways, I have three sisters. My brother's names are Marlon, Tito, Jermaine, Randy, and Jackie. My sister's names are La Toya, Janet, and Rebbie. I was the seventh child of them. Rebbie was the oldest. When me and my brothers where in the Jackson 5, Joseph abused us whenever we did the wrong step or sang the wrong note. He had to have everything perfect." "Who is Joseph?" she asked me a bit confused. "My father. We could never call him dad. He was so strict. The beatings were so bad that I would go in the bathroom crying because how bad he hurt us. I was always scared to be around him. He would beat us with everything he could get his hands on. I hated him for that. I mean, I thank him for getting me to where I am today, but I could never say I loved him because he hurt us way too much." I said with tears still streaming down my face. She came over to me and kissed the tears that were on my face. I smiled and hugged her. "Breanna?" She looks up at me and says "Yes?"

 "You are very beautiful and it breaks my heart knowing that you were hurt. You are the most amazing woman and I gotta say that I really like you." She blushes and covers her face in her hands. I reach up for her hands and pull them down "Don't cover you pretty face, babygirl." she looks down and I pull her head back up. "I know we just met, but.. w-would you mind if I uh.. kiss you." I ask her nervously. She smiles and nods her head 'yes'. I sigh in relief and slowly move toward her. I gently graze my lips over hers. I pull back and look at her and she looked at me weird "That is all I get?" she says giggling. I giggle too. She pulls my neck closer to her and crashes her lips into mine. Her lips are so soft. I smile and cup her cheeks in my hands. I make the kiss more deeper and move my hands to the back of her neck. We pull apart and we both smile at eachother. "Wow." was all she said. "What?" I giggle resting my forehead against hers. "They were right. You are an amazing kisser." I giggle and peck her lips once again and says "Well, sometimes the press is right about some things." She giggles and rubs her nose against mine. I smile and she does too. "I like you too, Michael" I giggle and caress her cheek. We kissed again. Man, this woman is driving me crazy!