Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Valerie's Story

"Did everything work well?", I asked him as I entered the bedroom.
He was about to undress himself, right as I came in.
"Kind of, yes", he kept the conversation short, no matter what I asked him.
He unbuttoned his shirt, "I'm going to take a bath, so don't wait for me", he looked at me, a small smile made it's way across his lips.
I nodded and got back into the still warm bed.
I tried to make myself comfortable, I hate sleeping alone in such a big bed.

The one side remained empty as long as I have been awake at this night.

Just one hour later my alarm clock started beeping and I began to make myself ready for the upcoming day.
I carefully knocked on the bathroom door.
"May I come in?", I asked.
It wasn't the first time he fell asleep in the bathtub, and it won't be the last for sure.

I remember the first time he came home and settled down in the hot water.
I didn't realise that he fell asleep nor heard the slightest snoring coming from his mouth.
After almost two hours I wondered why he wouldn't come out, so I knocked the door - no responds in any way.
"Michael?", I called, but he didn't answer.
I got scared and opened the door, luckily he hadn't locked it from the inside.
I found him sleeping peacefully with his head turned to one side on the edge of the tub, his chest slowly but with heavy breathing rose up and down as he woke up.
His eyes flattered at me, his smile revealing his white shining teeth.
"I fell asleep", he mumbled drowsy.
"Yeah I noticed", I said, still a little shaking.

So it happend the following time, and the time after that.
I stopped to craze myself over this, but also looked here and then after him when my feeling said that it was time for checking on him.

"Of course", his voice sounded so tired.
I walked in. He was still sitting in the steaming water, looking at me.
His cheeks slightly red, and so were his eyes.
Heavy and sleepy eyes, basically staring through me.
I noticed bruises on his neck and his shoulders.
"Michael you got some bruises there, is everything alright?".
"Bruises?", he asked, getting up from the tub.
He took a towel and stepped towards the mirror.
"Oh..".
"I don't know where they are coming from", he told me, checking on his reflection.
"My bag must've cut me, it's probably too heavy", he shrugged his shoulders.
"They're looking a little like hickeys", I joked giggling.
He shot me a confused look.
I smirked and started to brush my teeth.
"I need to hurry, I don't wanna be late", I said, turning on the watertab.

At The Office

"Good day Valerie", I smiled at her as she entered my office.
I offered her to sit on the 'conversation bench' this time.
It probably has a more professional name but I like to call it that way. Many clients have it easier to talk to me when they are lying down instead of sitting in a chair.
They all are nervous so I want to give them something to relax.
"Today I want to discuss your emotions", I began.
"Yesterday you told me about the problems, especially when you're at work", she walked over, first sitting on the bench and later as she relaxed a little, she laid herself down.
"Tell me when you're ready to start", I said walking over to the chair next to the bench where she was already lying.
I placed the tissue box on the desk next to me.
"We can start", she said, crossing her legs, intertwining her fingers.
"Ok".

Clicking my ballpoint pen, and arranging my notes from the day before.
"I would like to get to know you better Valerie, so please tell me something from your past".
I cleared my throat.
"Your parents, or the ones who raised you as a child, experiences you encountered when you were younger, anything that'll help me".
"Well", she began.
"My dad left our family in the year as my mother gave birth to one of my little brothers, Dario, I was only five years old back then.
"I have one big sister, Carla, she's three years older than me, two little twin sisters, Laia and Lucia, six years younger and another little brother, Bruno, he's the youngest with only three years now.