Michael Jackson X Reader

The not so normal day

Your POV
It was just a normal, cold snowy day in January, 1978 in your home town. You went to the store. You took every excuse to leave the house. Your parents are crazy. They beat you for the slightest reason and sometimes for no reason at all. Your parents even let your siblings beat you. They often pushed you, kicked you, punched you, throw stuff at you. They threw anything, metal, glass, anything. You desperately wanted to leave. You're 18, so you'll soon be away at college. So anyways, you were at the store and all of a sudden you saw these people running and you heard them screaming. You couldn't quite tell what they were saying. So you went where everyone else went. You looked and you saw him. Michael Jackson was right there in your hometown. It seemed like you two made eye contact. Michael Jackson froze like a statue. He continued doing what he was doing. He was so handsome. He came out of the store with his security guards. Everyone started running the same direction Michael was going. This caught you off guard and you were trampled.
Michael's POV
I was in the store and everyone was outside screaming my name. Then there was this one gorgeous girl, but what really got my attention was that she was silent. Eventually, I walked out of the store with my security. Of course everyone was trying to follow me. I signed autographs and got in my limo. I didn't see the gorgeous girl anymore. Maybe she went home. I had a bad feeling though. So I told the driver to go back. Sure enough there was the beautiful girl from earlier, slowly limping down the street. I got out the limo and walked over to her. "Hey are you alright?" "Yeah I'll be fine." She gave me one of the saddest smiles I had ever seen. "What happened?" "I was trampled by those fans." "I'm so sorry. Here let me give you a ride." "No thank you." "I insist." "Really I'm fine." "Come on. You're barely walking. I feel like this is all my fault. I only want to help you. I won't try a thing." "Why do you care so much anyways?" "I don't know. I just do." "Well no one else cares. Really, I have to be getting home now." She turned around. "Wait, please." "You just won't let up." She started laughing. "Fine. I'll let you take me home." We got in my rented limo. She told the driver her address. After a moment of silence I decided to start a conversation. "What's your name" "(f/n) (l/n)." "What a beautiful name." "Thanks." "How old are you." "I'm 18." "I'm 19. Hey why didn't you scream like the other fans?" "I just thought maybe you were tired of people screaming all the time." Her cheeks turned bright red. "And when I see someone that I have a crush on my heart beat starts increasing and I can barely breath." "Oh like now." Her cheeks turned a darker red. "Is it that obvious." I started laughing. "It's fine." I decided to change the topic. "Do you go to school?" "Yeah." "What's it like?" "I just show up and do the work and listen to people ask how I got this bruise and that cut. I never answer them. I think at school they don't know I have the ability to talk. I don't have any friends. I just don't trust people." "Yeah I know what you mean. You were talking about how you had bruises and cuts?" "My parents and my siblings did it." She cried into my shoulder. "Hey I know how you feel. My dad beats me all the time." She looked up at me with gorgeous (e/c) eyes. "Really?" I sighed. "Yeah." "So what are you doing here." "I'm on my way home. I just thought I stop in this city. It was too beautiful to resist." "So that means you won't be here very long." "Yep." "Don't leave you're the first person I've ever had a conversation with." She grabbed on to me and cried. "We can still talk all the time." I took a piece of paper and wrote my number on it. "What's your number?" "Oh no. If my parents caught me talking to a boy they might literally kill me." She paused and she looked like she was thinking. ", but it would be so worth it." She gave me her number. The limo came to a stop. "There's my house." She frowned. I helped her with her groceries. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I headed to the hotel room. I had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was beating really fast. I think I'm in love.
Your POV
You go in the house. You can't believe you were talking to Michael Jackson and exchanged numbers with him. Your bubble was quickly burst when you heard your parents screaming at you. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! DID YOU HAVE TO FARM THE FOOD!" You saw your mom take a glass cup out of the cabinet. She threw it at you. You didn't have time to duck and it shattered as it hit your skin leaving you with dozens of cuts. "Now get in that kitchen and cook! We're starving!" You go in the kitchen and cook. You sit down at the table and start to eat. You see your sister with an evil smirk on her face. "Mom I don't like it." "Yeah it's discussing." Soon all your siblings were criticizing your food. "How could you!" Your parents shouted at you. Pretty soon they all dumped the food on you. You screamed out in pain as the food burned your skin. You ran to the bathroom to get the food off. You looked in the mirror in horror. You seemed to be covered in third degree burns. You ran to your parents. "Mom, dad, I think I need to go to the hospital, these cuts and burns are really deep." "What you need is to go in your room." You walked away. "AND STAY THERE!" So you go to your room and call the ambulance. After all you were in pain. The ambulance came, but your parents told them it was a false alarm. You've had enough. You found the yellow pages and dialed DCFS. You try to tell them about your abuse, but your mother came in and heard what you were saying. She hung up the phone. She ripped up the page with the number to DCFS. She threw the ripped paper out of the window and into the wind. She punched you as hard as she could. "Don't ever try that again." You laid on your bed and cried. What are you going to do?
------------------------------------------------------ This my first X reader. What do you think? Stay tuned for more updates. Be sure to check out my other story. It's called More than Friends. As always HEAL THE WORLD.