Accused

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Michael's POV

It's 7:45am. I just got into work. I'm pretty excited, because I have the biggest presentation today for my boss. I've been working on this presentation for weeks and if I get the promotion, I'll be able to take my wife to Hawaii like we planned.

As I prepare for my meeting, I hear a lot of commotion outside. I don't pay attention to it. What I'm doing is more important. Suddenly, my assistant, Shelby, came running in.

"Mr. Jackson, there are policemen here to see you."

"What? Why?"

"They would like to ask you a few questions."

I sigh. "Fine, let them in."

I fix my suit and my hair. This better be serious. Shelby let them in.

"Hello, gentlemen."

"Are you Michael Jackson?"

"Yes I am. What can-"

"Mr. Jackson, you're under arrest for raping 30 women."

I laughed.

"You're kidding?"

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"This is a mistake. You have the wrong man. I'm no rapist."

"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you."

The other office was cuffing me. This can't be happening.

"Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

"Yes. But-"

"With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

"No." I better keep my mouth shut. Who knows what could happen.

"Shelby, tell Mr. Greene what happened, ok? I'll be fine."

Her facial expression is filled with worry. She nods. The officers lead me out of my office building and into their police vehicle.

We drive to the Sheriff's department.

"I want my lawyer. And a phone call."

One of the officers laughed. I shake my head. My wrists were getting sore. "Um, excuse me. These cuffs are too tight."

"Did you loosen them for all the women you raped?"

"I never raped anybody. I have a wife I love dearly. I don't need any women."

The officer huffed. This is hopeless. We pull up into the parking lot. There were reporters everywhere.

One of the officers groaned. "Who the hell let them know? Listen, keep your head down. Just keep walking. Unless, you want to ruin your reputation."

My reputation is already ruined. As soon as they get me out of the car, I'm bombarded with questions.

"Why did you rape those women?"

"What do you have to say about your behavior?"

"Do you hate women?"

"Do you like seeing them suffer?"

"Do you attack women because you are ashamed of your manhood?"

This question made the officers laugh. I was completely hurt by these questions. I finally made it inside and the officers put me in a cell.

"Where's my lawyer?"

"He's not here yet." They start to walk away.

"You can't leave me in here!"

"I can, and I will."

I sit down in frustration. How the hell did this happen? I never even touched a woman without her permission. I'm a gentleman. I would never rape anyone.

I finally noticed another person in here. He was big and muscular. He was staring at me with hatred in his eyes. I, nervously, smiled at him and waved. He didn't react. Suddenly, he spoke.

"Are you the serial rapist?"

I laughed.

"Its not funny."

My grin went away. I cleared my throat.

"No, I'm not. I've been accused of that crime."

He started laughing. "Accused, huh?"

I nod.

"Well, I killed men like a man! I didn't go for bitches like a bitch! I admitted to my crimes, because I'm not a little scared bitch! Accused. I wish I would say a shitty thing like that. I'd have to kill myself. Shit."

I'm completely horrified. I don't know how to respond. I just stare at the ground.

"So, you might be in here awhile. You know there aren't any cameras back here."

What is he trying to say?

"I haven't had any pleasuring for awhile now. How about I give you a taste of your own medicine?"

Oh hell no! I get up and run to the front of the cell.

"Help! Help!"

I heard footsteps behind me. Oh, God help! I feel a rough, strong hand grab my shoulder. He spins me around and raises his other hand.

He balls his hand into a fist and strikes. My right side of my jaw crushes from his punch. Blood pours out of my mouth. I've never been punched before. I've never experienced this type of pain before.

"Don't you ever try to run away from me."

My body didn't know how to process this pain. I felt my body go limp.

"Code blue!"

I saw guards running toward us. Then I blacked out.

I hope you enjoyed my first part of my new story. Plenty more where that came from. :) Stay tune!!!!