What About | Michael Jackson Fanfic

Chapter Two

Los Angeles, California
Smiths Home

Lauren

I woke up in a terrible pain from my face to my body.  I sat up in bed looking around seeing that I was alone, as usual. I moved the cover from my body as I slowly got up limping to my bathroom. I cut on my light and slowly looked in the mirror. There it was. A big purple bruise on my the side of my face. I sighed touching it lightly. I pulled up my night shirt to see if I had any more and there they were. One on my right side, my left, and my lower stomach. A small tear ran down my face but I quickly wiped it off.

There's no need to even cry. As much as I tell him to stop or when he "promise" to stop, he don't. I shed more tears as I could finally remembered what happened last night .

*lastnight*
About two hours later, I left to go home. I was beat. Kevin didn't seem to be ready, so I left in a cab. As I got home, I hurried to my bathroom to shower. I turned on the water to hot and jumped right in. I scrubbed my body with my dove soap making sure I'm squeaky clean. My hair was in my shower cap so I didn't bother it. While I am enjoying my shower, I hear my name being called. I know who that is. I rinsed myself and got out the shower. I quickly dried off and finished my nightly routine and put on my night clothes.

"I KNOW YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOU WOMAN." I heard an upset Kevin say.

 "I'm right here. I was in the shower Kevin. I'm sor-" Before I could get it out, a hard slap came quick to my cheek.

 I fell down holding my jaw. 

"Why the fuck did you wear that at the show?" He said kicking my side.

 I winced in pain. "I-i didn't have a-a choice. Marco told me that was my only choice." I said coughing. 

He then grabbed my leg and started dragging me to our master bedroom.

He  put me on the bed and start going at it again on top of me. "WHEN I TELL YOU TO NOT WEAR ANYTHING THAT PROVOCATIVE I MEAN THAT SHIT." He yelled while giving me blows to my face. 

I cried louder begging him to stop.

 "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR LAUREN?!" He said staring at me. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't move. All I could do was lie there and cry.

He then kicked me one last time and I yelped in pain. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION." He yelled even louder getting angrier. 

"Y-yes Kevin." I said quietly.

 He then got off me. "I'm going out. Clean yourself up. You look a mess." He mumbled getting his keys. 

When I heard the door close. I started to cry hard.

Why me? Out of all people. Why do I have to go through this. Everyone thinks my life is oh so perfect. It's totally the opposite. At first it was, but then it soon turned into a nightmare. I got up slowly limping to the bathroom. I then looked at myself in the mirror and grabbed a bath cloth. I cried while wiping the blood off my face and body. I started Down at my bruised body and saw that I have new bruises forming. Great. Just fucking great.