Michael Jackson Imagines

2: Childhood Blues • THRILLER Era

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Michael saw her from across the room. Last time he had seen her was in a cover of a magazine two months ago. Last time he had spoke to her they were just kids. He regretted breaking contact with the girl but his eleven year old self had a full-time job. She was sitting down in a table with Brooke and a few other people. He was attending a party to celebrate the 26th Annual Grammy Awards.

Slowly he made his way over there, not before excusing himself from the people he was talking to. She was wearing a stunning blue dress and her hair was styled beautifilly. It was amazing to think how much time had gone by and how life had taken them to different paths. Today they were reunited.

"Y/N..."

She looked up at him. Michael saw a teasing smile adorn her lips for a split second.

"Mr. Jackson? I don't think i've had the honor of meeting you!" 

Michael rolled his eyes playfully.

"I'm just messing with you," she said laughing lightly. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

The two of them talked for hours. It was as if they had never separated fifteen years ago. It was getting late and the club was at its closing hours.

"Would you allow me to take you home?" Michael asked.

Y/N bit her lip and looked down. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I will be glad to do so..." Michael smiled. Y/N gave a returned a small smile, and Michael noticed a hint of worry in her eyes.

She shrugged her sholders and nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Y/N looked out the vehicle's window, deep in thought.

"So, Y/N... are you seeing anyone at the moment?" Michael asked, in pure curiosity. She fidgeted in her seat and cleared her throat.

"Uh... Yes, I have a boyfriend."

"That's great, I'm so happy for you." Michael couldn't help but feel disappointed and he didn't even know why. It was never his intention to want something more than a friendship in return from Y/N. She nodded and mumbled a "Thank you."

The driver finally arrived at Y/N's place. The two said their 'goodbyes' and exchanged phone numbers. They agreed on hanging out the next day. She waved goodbye and Michael didn't leave until he was sure Y/N had entered her house.

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Y/N walked in as quietly as possible. If Vince was asleep, she didn't want to wake him. Much to her dismay he was waiting for her in the kitchen. He had finished half the bottle of whiskey and was extremely drunk. This called for trouble. She gulped as he laid his his eyes on her. Vince gulped down the shot glass and slammed it down in the cable.

"Where were you?" He inquired, his speech was slurred.

The closed her eyes for a brief second before speaking nervously. "Vince, I told you..." she tried to talk calmly. "I was going to the party for the— "

He shoved the whiskey bottle off the table in anger. The impact of the glass breaking made Y/N yelp as she backed away closing her eyes in fear. "AND I TOLD NOT TO COME BACK HOME LATE, DIDN'T I?"

She opened her eyes to the sound of something crashing to the ground and she saw Vince walking toward her slowly. Like a predator to its prey. His eyes were narrowed and his brows were furrowed. The only thing she could think of doing was run.