Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Paralyzed

"Hey guys", Michael chirped cheekily, walking towards a bunch of dudes.
Maybe members of his cast and crew.

They chatted a little about their day and importantly about the moves and choreo they were about to film.
I took a step back and leaned my still trembling and nervous body against a wall on the opposite building.
They couldn't see me at all because I was hiding behind the corner of the opposite building. The backyard that linked both buildings together was just big enough to built a football ground on it, and it also condused them to shoot here so no one got bothered at night. The sound perfectly echoed through the place so I had no trouble at all to hear what they were saying.
I felt guilty for listening right now and following him around, but it was nessecary, at least in my opinion.

I checked my watch, several hours went by and I got very tired with time.
My legs felt wobbly and hurt from standing too long on just one spot.
I smiled to myself, I knew he didn't do anything wrong.
So I turned on my heels, ready to leave this place.

"The club last time was pretty rad Mike", I heard someone say.
"I'm 'bout to go there, wanna join me?", Michael's voice appeard , he must've come out of the changing room.
I turned around peering all over the place.
He still wore his simple dark blue jeans, his white socks and loafers, a long grey wool coat and some black leather gloves.
"Damn Michael, you wanna go to the girls in this outfit?", Derek came along, he's been a good friend of Michael since years now, they're like brothers - not only by their looks, rubbing his hand across his shoulder and in the same movement playfully stomped his elbow in Michael's side.
"I like to keep it simple", he shrugged.
"Shootings can be stressful, and I need some release", he winked at him and adjusted his leather gloves.
Martin got off of his seat on the camera, "I'm gonna join you, but don't lose your purse again".
It got me goosebumps all over as he said that.
Inside me raised an enormous amount of anger and disgust.
I closed my eyes, breathed deeply in for two or three times and waited a little just to keep the safe distance again.

"Heartbreak Hotel?", I mumbled to myself.
My mouth literally dropped five feet down to the ground. The place where Valerie is working.
I felt tears as big as oceans form in my eyes, with no barrier at all to stop them from bursting down my face.
I started sobbing as I made my way home.
I couldn't take this, nor wanted I to know where this scene was going.

I barely could contain my crying on the way home.

The only sound that was louder and heavier for my ears was my pumping heart that felt like it got ripped into pieces and burried alive.
I hadn't the courage to just confront him, talking to him and asking what he was doing. I simply chose the easier path - walking away from any trouble, confrontation and comunication.

I sat down on the road curb right on the street. No cars were driving by and I actually didn't care at all if I would get hit by a car or not in this moment.
Nothing could be more painful right now as those sharp knives I'm feeling in my body.
I sobbed in the palm of my hand as hot tearstains covered my face and my already burning cheeks.
"Fuck...", I hissed through clenched teeth.
How could he?...
My anger and a certain amount of shame towards myself got bigger and deeper the longer I sat there. It felt like I was burning from the inside.
How could I be that blind and naive, not even having the courage to tell him what questions hunted my mind.
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as my ragelevel hit another peak, it was all settled up and ready to hit the right person.
The walls crumbled and I got felt a murderous disgust towards Valerie too.
Even though she was the last one to blame.
No one told her that Michael would be your 'husband'. My inner clear thinking side told me.
I took my phone and called Derek's number. He was always one of those people to lean on when times get rough.

Valerie's P.O.V.

My breath got shallow as he stopped.
He stood there, in front of me, staring at my exposed and half naked trembling body.
"Turn", his voice got deeper but with the same cold tone he spoke before.
"Please, don't you think it's enough?...", my voice was just above a whisper, I tried hard but couldn't speak well at all, I was terrified of what was going to happen.
"Turn", he repeated, ignoring my words as if I wasn't there at all.
I closed my eyes, praying that this nightmare would end anytime soon.
His hands got a hold on my waist, sliding his fingers under the hem of my panties.
His skin burning into my flesh, he was already sweating caused by the amount of effort he put in by slapping me a bunch of times with his bare hands.
All of a sudden his phone started to buzz, the shrieking buzzing from laying on the night drawer made him slightly jump, ripping him out of his thoughts.
He groaned, releasing my body from his grip.

Stepping aside he glared at his phone.
"Amanda...", he mumbled.
I turned around looking at him. He was still staring at the screen, unsure of answering the call or not.
I wipped away the blood on the corner of my mouth, slowly taking a few steps back.
"You are not going anywhere", he demanded slamming his phone with the screne side on the table, a slight cracking was audible.
My legs felt wobbly and I was scared to move anything on my body.
I just stared at him, he glared back basically through me.
With wide steps he came close to me, grabbing furiously my arm dragging me down to the ground.
I felt tears form in my eyes, I swallowed hard.
He slapped one more time with his flat hand into my face.
"Turn, I won't say it again", I did as he told me and laid flat on my stomach.
I obbeyed him, I didn't wanted him to get even more mad. If this was even possible.
It was horrible, just like the other times. He was releasing his anger, his lust and his ugly fantasies just because he could affort it.