Michael Jackson Imagines

Blast from the Past

"No" I heard a faint whisper come from the drawing room. The voice felt like Michael's but I was not sure since it was very soft and I had just woken up from my sleep. "No, Please Diana I can't do this" I heard Michael say and this time I was sure it was him. I tiptoed out of my bed tightening my red silk robe and made my way to the drawing room.
I saw Diana and Michael with their back towards me engulfed in a kiss. I froze.

Michael and I had been dating for the past 7 months. The sweet words that he had cooed into my ears before I fell asleep came to my mind bringing tears to my eyes.

"I love you Michael" I said sleepily

"I love you more baby. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. you're mine only mine and I'm yours only yours" he whispered stroking my hair gently. "Go to sleep little one and when you wake up, I'll be right here for you".
With these words he kissed me goodnight as I snuggled into his arms.

"Zoey?" I snapped back to reality as I heard Michael calling my name.

"Zoey baby it's not what you think, I can explain" he continued as I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face.

"Umm... Michael's right Zoey, it's not what it looks like" Diana mumbled. Michael shot her an angry glare.

"Diana, I think you should leave now" he said opening the front door. Diana scurried out of the door and Michael shut it on her face and turned to face me.

"Zo" he called softly coming near me.

I turned around quietly and went into the bedroom. Michael followed me in.

"I'm so sorry Zoey, I don't know what got into me, Diana suddenly showed up in the middle of the night and before I knew it she was kissing me, I tried to push her away but then the feelings I had for her as a little boy got better of me and I ended up kissing her. But it didn't mean anything. I didn't feel anything when I kissed her. In fact, I was longing for your sweet lips, you nibbling my lip when I kiss you" Michael said sitting on the bed next to me.

"I want to go home Michael" I said softly

"This is your home sweetheart, it's our home" he said taking my hand into his.

I vehemently pulled my hand away from his. "I can't believe anything you say anymore Michael. Just hours ago, you told me 'your mine and only mine' and I wake up in the middle of the night to find you kissing Diana in 'our' house? This is no longer my home Michael, I want to go home. I need time to think about 'us".

"no, don't do that please, don't leave me" he sobbed covering his face with his palms. "for the first time in my life I feel loved, and it's all because of you. yes, I loved Diana but all she did was use me and now I have a you, you love me and I go and destroy it. I'm a very bad person. Zoey please, please forgive me, give me one chance please" he said falling short of breath due to the sobs.

I couldn't bear to see him like this. I still loved him, of course I did. And to be fair I did see him push Diana away.

"Michael" I called, gently removing his hands from his face. "It's ok, I'm not leaving you"

"thank you" he said hugging me tightly "I love you, I love you" he repeated again and again not breaking the hug.

"but I still have to gain you're trust back" he said getting up from the bed.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I asked as he went into the closet.
There was no response and after a little while Michael came out with a brown leather belt.

"When I was a child, Joseph used to whip me with a belt whenever I did something wrong, I used to run and escape because I felt that I hadn't done anything bad to deserve a beating yet he used to catch me and whip me black and blue. But today I have done something bad and I deserve to be beaten up" he said placing the leather belt in my hands and kneeling down beside the bed. "I'm not going to run today. Zoey you can whip me with the belt" he finished.

I was shocked!! I could see Michael shivering in fear as he said these words. His eyes were tightly closed and his body was cowered in fright. I had seen Michael wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares of Joseph whipping him. It was his worst childhood memory, something with which he had struggled for years and here he was kneeling before me, willing to relive that childhood horror just to regain my trust.

I knelt down before him. His eyes still scrunched up in fear. I put my hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. He opened his eyes in surprise. I leaned in closer and kissed his soft pink lips which were now salty due to the tears that were streaming down his face. Even his tears tasted delicious, like little drops of sea. I nibbled his lower lip and he smiled into the kiss. I broke the kiss and took his hands into mine.

"Michael Joseph Jackson, you only deserve to be loved and that's what I'm going to do for the rest of my waking life"