Michael Jackson X Reader

Rescued

Your POV
You woke up on the couch, with your head on Michael's chest. You looked at him and saw that he was already awake. He gave you a soft peck on the lips. "Good morning." "Good morning." You smiled at him. "Hey, when will I meet your parents?" "You already met my mom." "Well what about your dad?" "I don't think that's a good idea." "Come on. We've been dating for months." "I'm telling you, that is not a good idea." " I should probably get ready for school." You got off the couch. You went to the bathroom and took a shower. You got dressed. You walked towards the kitchen to get something to eat. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Michael was still at your house and he was talking to Becky. "What are doing here and why are you still wearing the same clothes as yesterday? You never left did you?" "No." Becky turned around and saw you. "Oh good morning, you naughty girl." "Nothing happened. We just fell asleep watching a movie." "Sure." You turned your attention to Michael. "I thought you left." "I didn't give you a goodbye kiss." He leaned in and kissed you. "Okay see you later." "See you Michael." He left. You ate your breakfast and brushed your teeth. You went to school.
Michael's POV
I went home trying to figure out how I would explain to my parents why I spent the night at a girl's house. My thoughts were interrupted by my mother who greeted me in the hallway. "There you are. I was worried about you. Where were you?" "I was at (f/n) house." "All night?" "Yeah, but nothing happened. I just fell asleep after watching a movie. That's all." "I believe you." Just then Joseph came into the hallway. "There you are. Don't you know your mother was worried about you! Now where you?" I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to expect. "I was at (f/n) house." "Are you crazy! Boy do you want your mother to have a heart attack?!" "Joseph it's alright. They didn't do anything." "Is that what he told you?" "Yes and I believe him." "I'm a man and as a man I know that something happened over there. Now Michael I don't mind, but your mother would lose her mind." I walked away while they continued to talk. Several hours passed. (F/n) should be home. So I gave her call. We talked briefly before she left for work. A few hours passed. I heard the doorbell ring. I walked over to the door and security answered it.
Your POV
School ended and you went to work. You got off work and went home. Then you decided to go across the street. You rang the doorbell. Security answered it. Then Michael pushed through them. "What are you doing here?" "I came to meet your father. May I come in?" Just then Mrs. Jackson came to the door. "Oh hello (f/n)." "Hi. How are you?" "I'm good. Thanks for asking. How are you?" "I'm fine thank you." "Won't you come in?" "Thank you Mrs. Jackson." You stepped inside. You looked around. "Wow. You have a nice place." Just then a girl that looked about 12 came into the living room. "Who was that at the door?" "Go back to bed! You know you've got a long day  tomorrow with your school work and your acting." "Acting? Are you an actress?" "Yeah. I play Penny on good times. Penny is a little girl who gets abused, but then she got adopted." "Wow. I should watch that sometime." "Yeah. I'm Janet by the way." She held out her hand. You shook it. "Well it's nice to meet you Janet. I'm (f/n)." "Michael talks about you all the time." You look at Michael who's cheeks turned red. You also felt your cheeks warming up. All of a sudden, a man who you assumed was Mr. Jackson, grabbed Janet and pushed her. She hit the ground hard. She winced in pain. "I thought I told you to go to bed!" Janet stood up to her feet and hurried away.  Michael came over to you. He gestured to the man. "This is my father Joseph." You walked up to him with your hand out. "Oh hi. I'm (f/n), Michael's girlfriend." You made the mistake of looking into his eyes. They were cold and empty. "First you sleep with my son across the street and then you think you are going to sleep with him over here, are you trying to give his mother a heart attack!" "No. I wasn't." "Shut up!" "Hey you can't yell at her, especially when you don't have a reason!" Mr. Jackson punched Michael in the shoulder so hard that Michael bumped into the wall. "Stay out of this Michael. I mean look at her. She even dresses like a hooker!" You looked down at your clothes. They seemed appropriate enough. "You sleep with everyone don't you?! I bet you even slept with your dad." Those words brought back terrible memories. You buried your head in your hands and cried. You ran out of that house. "Hey (f/n) wait." You ignored him. All of a sudden, you were grabbed and put in a car. "Hey what are you doing?!" "I think you have a gorgeous body." "Thank you." "Now I will make you a dancer." The stranger winked. You became suspicious.
Michael's POV
(F/n) stormed out of the house. "How could you Joseph?!" I ran out the house. I saw someone grab (f/n). "After them." I jumped in my limo. My driver followed behind the person
Your POV
"We're here." You looked at the building that the stranger parked in front of. "This sure doesn't look like a dance studio." The stranger laughed a very creepy laugh. He opened your door. You climbed out the car. He grabbed your wrist. "Now come on." He took you in a room in the back. You passed dancing women who were barely dressed. "Now put this on." He held out an outfit that you knew would barely cover anything. "I'm not wearing that!" He grabbed your throat and pushed you into the wall. You couldn't breath. "I don't think you understood me. Put this on." He let go of your throat. You fell down, gasping for air Next he ripped your clothes off. You desperately tried to cover yourself as you looked at your clothes torn to pieces. You grabbed the outfit and put it on. He grabbed your wrist again. "Now get to the pole and make sure they throw money." You walked over to the pole. You looked out and saw a handsome face. You couldn't believe who it was.
Michael's POV
My driver parked the limo behind the car we were following. I went in the building. (F/n) and the guy disappeared for a few seconds. Then I saw (f/n). She was barely wearing anything. I'm not complaining, but now wasn't the time for that. I made my way over to her. She looked at me. "Michael?" She ran to me and grabbed on to me. "Oh Michael." She cried into my shirt. "Come on . Let's get out of here." I walked her towards the door. "Hey!" I turned around. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that it was $200 to take her home." "I'm not paying anything. She's not a hooker." "Yes she is." "No she's not." "Look I don't want argue with you. Just send her back with $200." "I said I'm not doing that!" "Then get your hands off my property!" "She's not your property!" I frowned and my hands folded into a fist, but I kept them to my side. " "Give her back." He grabbed (f/n). I tried to punch him, but he ducked. Then he punched me in the stomach repeatedly. I bent over grabbed my stomach. "Michael!" I saw (f/n) in his arms. "Hey!" I followed behind him. I grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. (F/n) backed away. "If you touch her one more time, " He hit me in my stomach again. I punched him in his nose. Blood  came out of his nose. He hit me in my stomach once more and I fell to the floor. "Now you've done it." (F/n) punched him in the face one good time and he was knocked out. I saw a rock fall out of his hand. So that's why the punches hurt so much. I don't know where he got a rock from. (F/n) knelt down beside me. "Michael are you okay?" "Yeah I'm okay." I gave her a fake smile. She helped me up. I bent over because my stomach was in pain. Suddenly (f/n) stopped. "Hey ladies, how many of you were kidnapped and forced to dance." All the ladies raised their hands. "Come on. Let's tell the police." "No, we'll get arrested." "Come on. I'll just find a phone." (F/n) found a phone. "Hello? We've been kidnapped, me and a few other ladies." (F/n) gave the address. The dude started waking up. He grabbed me and punched me in the stomach some more. The police came and arrested him. The ladies started calling people. Soon they all left. I got up and walked towards the door holding my stomach. "Are you sure that you're okay?" I gave her another fake smile. "Yeah I'm fine." We climbed in the limo. We made our way home. Every bump made my stomach hurt worse. "Michael I think we should go to a hospital, your shirt has blood on it." "Oh no. I'm not taking you anywhere dressed like that." "I know I'm barely dressed, but this is about what's best for you." ", but there are perverts out there." "Don't you have anything I can wear?" "I'll be fine." He hit another bump. "Ouch! Can you drive to the hospital." We arrived at the hospital. I went in the trunk. "Here. Put on this blanket." She took the blanket and wrapped it around her. We went in the hospital. We went to the reception desk. "Hello. What's the problem?" "My stomach." "Okay have a seat and fill this out and we will get you to a doctor as soon as possible." Then she looked up. "Oh my. I am a huge fan of you and your brothers." "Thank you." I took the clip board and sat down. (F/n) sat next to me. I filled it out and gave it back to the lady at the desk. I sat back down. "Is there a reason that you're wearing a blanket?" "Uh, I get cold at hospitals. Well if you ever need someone to warm you up." I sat down and put myself in the conversation. "Hi I'm her boyfriend." "Oh sorry." Time passed and finally the nurse called me. "Okay here I go. Whatever happens, don't take off that blanket." "Okay." So I went inside the room. "Okay Mr. Jackson, what seems to be the problem?" "Well I was in a fight and the guy punched my stomach a lot of times." "Well let's check your vitals and then the doctor will be in shortly." After the brief examination the nurse told me everything was normal. Then the doctor came in. "Hi I'm the doctor, Doctor Smith, and you have some stomach pains, right?" "Yeah." "Let's take a look." The doctor lifted my shirt and I saw huge bruises and a gash. "You're going to need stitches." They took me to another room. They injected something in my stomach. "Let me know if you can feel this." "I don't feel anything." "Perfect." The doctor started cleaning the wound. Then they put the stitches in. Finally, they put a bandage over the stitching. "Okay I'm going to send you to get a cat scan, MRI, and x-ray and we'll look at it together and we'll find out what we need to do from  there." "Okay." After all the scans and x-rays were taken I was pushed to a hospital room. The doctor came in. "Okay there are no broken bones. However their is some bruising on the stomach and intestines. So you're going to need to rest for the next two weeks. No singing, no dancing, no nothing. Just laying down." ",but." "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, if you don't get rest it will get worst.  Now we're going to keep you here over night so we can observe you." Then the doctor left. A nurse came in and put Ice on my stomach. "It's cold." "I know, but it will help your stomach get better."
Your POV
You waited for what seemed like forever. Mrs. Jackson, Janet, and another another boy that look like a teenager came over to you. "(F/n) is Michael alright?" "I don't know. The doctor hasn't come out yet." "Well this is  my youngest son Randy." "Hi." He waved. "I'm (f/n)." "Michael talks about you all the time and I can see why. He got good taste." I let out a laugh. "How old are you?" "17." "Hi (f/n)." "Hey Janet." She frowned. "Why are you wearing a blanket?" "Oh, I get cold at hospitals." Finally the doctor came out. He came over to us. "Hello Mrs. Jackson." "Hi, is Michael going to be alright?" "He's going to be fine. He just needs to rest for about two weeks. That means he needs to stay in bed." "Okay, I understand." "You can go see him now." "Okay." So we all got up and followed the doctor. "Michael!" "Mom!" Mrs. Jackson bent over and kissed Michael's forehead. "How do you feel." "I'm okay." "What happened anyways?" You took a deep breath. "I'll tell you, but can we step out into the hall." "Okay. Kids, behave yourselves." So you stepped out into the hallway. "Mrs. Jackson, do you remember when Mr. Jackson said I slept with my father?" "Yeah." "Well, I was kidnapped when I was a baby. As I grew up, the man who I thought was my father raped me. That's why I was so upset when Joseph said that." "I'm so sorry." "It's alright. Anyways, so I ran out and this guy grabbed me and put me in his car. He forced me to put on some inappropriate clothes and dance. Michael came to save me and he got in a fight." You showed her what was under the blanket you were wearing. "Oh, I understand now." You went back in the room. Michael was making small talk with Janet and Randy. "Oh Michael." "Did (f/n) tell you what happened?" "She told me everything." "Are you mad?" "No, I'm proud of you. You rescued (f/n) before something awful happened to her. Now, it's late so I'm going to take Janet and Randy home. Goodbye." Mrs. Jackson kissed Michael's forehead. "Bye mom." Mrs. Jackson left. "You should go with them." "I want to stay with you." "You have to go home, so you can get some clothes and some rest. You got school and work." "What will I tell my mom and sister?" "The truth." "Tell me why is it so that I never can say goodbye. No no no no I never can say goodbye." Michael smiled. "Then just say see you later." "See you later." You got up and walked to the door. "Where are you going? Come here." You walked back over to Michael. "Give me a kiss." You smile and kiss his lips. "Okay see you." You head out the door, but his mother was already gone. You told Michael and he called his limo driver. You went home and told your mom and Becky everything.
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