Lost and Found (A Michael Jackson Fanfic)

Dangerous

The tour seems to be going on forever.
We've been on tour 5 months now. Still got a while to go.
Me and Michael's relationship, I guess you could say it's going alright. We don't really get to see each other, although we tour with each other. It's just hard, very hard.
"Hey" Lola says walking into my dressing room as my hairs getting done.
"Hey" I reply with a short smile
"You okay?" She questions with a hint of sadness in her voice
"Of course" I smile
"Oh good" she nods smiling at my reply
"are you and MJ okay?" She questions
I just nod, because I don't know myself.
We've been together 2 months. And it's already going down hill.
"I'm taking that nod as a actual no?" She questions slightly
"I don't even know anymore" I shrug
"I feel like he's loosing feelings. And massively. The only time I get to see him properly and that's when I'm on stage with him for 3/4 minutes" I sigh
"And he just sleeps in a different room to me, he never comes to check up on me in my dressing room" I add
"It's a mess Lola" I sigh
"Go talk to him, he seems quite moody to be fair. He's just sat in his dressing room with a face on" Lola sighs rolling her eyes
"You two are meant for each other. Don't let anything break you both up, definitely not a silly tour" Lola speaks up
I nod.
I jump off of my seat and slowly walk to Michael's room.
I knock on the door.
"Come in" He answers the knock
I walk in and he slightly smiles at me, more of a saddened smile.
"You alright?" I question sighing
He nods.
"We need to talk" I cut straight to the deal
"Okay?" He replies
"I don't think we can be together no more" I shake my head, speaking the truth.
"What? Why?" He snaps
"It's not working out Michael" I reply with a hint of hurt in my voice
My heart aches doing this. I really love him. But it has to be done.
"Why isn't it?" He asks like he's stupid
"We never see each other" I tut in a 'duh' tone
"The only time I see you is for 3/4 minutes a day and that's on stage. Strutting around on your stage like your own personal hooker" I roll my eyes
"I-" he begins
"Look, it's just not working" I sigh
He deeply sighs and wipes a tear away "don't do this" he stutters
"I'll make more time for you, what if I cancel my show tonight so we can spend time together?" He pleads
"No. You're not breaking your fans hearts for me" I shake my head
"Please, Kim. Baby. Don't do this" he shakes his head trying to grab my hands
"Don't" I move back
"From now on, we're just business partners" i spit and walk out
I hear him quietly cry as I walk away from him.
I close the door behind me and cry a little.

2 hours later.
"I like the feelin' you're givin' me
Just hold me baby and I'm in ecstasy
Oh I'll be workin' from nine to five
To buy you things to keep you by my side
I never felt so in love before
Just promise baby, you'll love me forevermore
I swear I'm keepin' you satisfied
'Cause you're the one for me" Michael openly sings while following me around stage. I do my best to hold back tears, I miss him already. But this was how it was when I was with him. The only interaction I got from him was this little acting part ON stage.
He looks at me with lust, not focusing on anything else.
I strut around some more and leave the stage before his dance break with his dancers.
When he comes off of stage for his quick couple of minutes break he comes straight to me.
"Kim?" He questions
I ignore him, I carry on reading the news paper. OH SHOCK.
There's a story about me and Michael.
"Fans sense a spark of romance between Jackson and his dancer, and fellow 'Thriller' music video model Kim Brown" I just giggle to myself and shake my head
"Kim?" Michael questions again but louder.
I continue to ignore his presence.
"Are you really gonna do this" he sighs, sounding heartbroken
"Michael I don't know what you want me to do" I speak
"Take me back" he cries
"I'm sorry" I shake my head
"I can't" I reply
"Why? Why can't you take me back? What's happened in our relationship to turn you against me so much?" He whispers in pain
The truth is, I can't tell him. It'd break him even more.
I cheated on him. Well I didn't.
I was- I was Erm.

Raped.

And I can't tell him, he wouldn't believe me. He'll think I'm just saying it's rape because I regret sleeping with the guy. And that's not the case at all. I still have to work around that scumbag EVERYDAY as he's making disgusting remarks towards me in private.
Saying how hell 'fuck me till I can't move' and shitty horrible stuff like that. I just can't tell Michael.
I thought Alfie was a nice guy you know? One of the nicest ones I've met, apart from Michael. But I was obviously wrong about Alfie, he's a monster.
"KIM?" Michael raises his voice
"Michael your fans want you" I reply, after hearing his fans chant his name in pleasure for him to make one last appearance on stage of the night.
"I'm not leaving until-" he begins
"Michael just go" I snap
I can sense him roll his eyes and he walks out my dressing room slamming the door.
I cry my eyes out.
It's not just Michael fault we hardly see each other, i distance myself away from him. I feel dirty and cheap.
It's all my fault, if I didn't talk to Alfie that day, I wouldn't of been raped 3 weeks ago.
I hear Michael singing man in the mirror, with no effort at all. He still sounds good. But he's putting no effort in, I can just tell.