Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Twisted And Turned

After he left I dragged my sore self under the shower that was set in the side room of my 'cabin'.
It's just a room with a king size bed. The walls covered in dark red satin and so are the bed sheets.
A nightstand full of condoms for the clients and a seperate corner with a shower.
I usually cry after each session, especially after he pays me a visit.
But I didn't.
I couldn't cry at all. Swirling a towel around my body I grabbed the vodka bottle that was settled under the bed. My face was burning from the hot water that hit the new bruises and open wounds.
I noticed bloodstains on the floor from the shower towards to the side of the bed where I was sitting, looking down on me.
I sighed. He abused me so hard that I started to bleed down there.
I openend the bottle and in the same moment closed my eyes.
Bringing the opening to my lips. I gulped down a few mouth full.
It burnt down my throat, hitting my empty stomach. I flinched exhaling my breath that smelled like an alcohol cloud.
I got disgusted by myself. No one has the right to abuse you just for money.
A short knock on the door made my thoughts disappear. Dolores opened and stepped in.
"Here's your share", she said and tossed me a bundle of hundred dollar notes on the bed.
"Dolores", I mumbled before she left.
She turned around blinking and raising her one eyebrow at me, "Do you know the name of this client?".
She shrugged her shoulders, "Actually I don't care as long as they pay good".
And so she closed the door.
I drank the last bit of the liqour and grabbed my phone. Dialing Amanda's number.

Amanda's P.O.V.

Snorting my nose I stared one more time on my phone, then hitting the decline button.
I swear to god, pick up your fucking phone Michael.
I didn't catch anyone on the phone, not even Derek...
Suddenly it started to buzz. With wet fingers I turned it around and looked at the screne.
"Valerie...", I murmured.
It took me a moment to answer because I wasn't sure what to do.
"Yes...",my voice was raspy and sounded nervous.
"Amanda, please I need to talk to you", Valerie spoke, she sounded tipsy and just done with the world.
"Can't you hear that I have a breakdown, we can make an appointment for next week", I mumbled annoyed, she was the last one I wanted to talk to right now.
"It's urgent, because I...", she stuttered.
"What?, because you're fucking with my husband?", it bursted out of my mouth before I could think about it at all.
A few moments of awful silence on the other end, only the slight rustling from the phone was audible.
"Just say it, I found out myself", I told her, raising my voice.
"I didn't knew he was your husband...", she said and started crying.
I immediately felt guilty for raising my voice, she wasn't the one to yell at, nor to throw any allegations in the way.
"He was with you tonight, wasn't he?", I sniffed, clearing my throat.
"His friend left about ten minutes ago... he used his fists again".
I felt so sorry for her to endure all of this.
"I'm coming for you", I said and hung up.
I was totally out of my mind, the only thing I could think about was to get her.
She has to leave this place now and I was determined to help.

Valerie's P.O.V.

I was about to say something as I noticed she had already hung up.
Throwing the empty bottle in the bin, I walked to the closet and began to dress myself.
And again, someone knocked my door.
I breathed out, "Yes".
The door opened and one of my other clients went in. I wasn't in the mood right now to please another man, pretending he would be the greatest dude in the world with the longest and strongest dick, though it isn't the slightest truth.
"I'm sorry but my shift is over", I mentioned him to leave my room now.
He looked at me, obviously confused. "No, you're free and I'm paying for it so I want some fun".
I rolled my burning eyes.
"I don't have time for you now, sorry", I mumbled, slipping in my skirt.
He simply stepped fully in and closed the door behind him, ignoring my statement.
I raised my eyebrows watching his moves as he walked towards the bed.
He tossed a thick bundle of dollar notes on the night stand and in the next moment letting his heavy body fall on the bed, sitting on the edge.
"Didn't you hear me?", I told him, speaking a little louder than before just to make things clear.
"Dolores was cool with it, and now..", he patted with his one hand on the bed.
"I want my fantasy to come true".
"And what is your fantasy?", I asked anoyed placing my hands on my hips resting my bodyweight heavier on one leg.
"You, screaming the truth", he said.
My eyes immediately got wide and I flinched as Michael suddenly entered my room.
He got a dirty smirk on his face. "Good evening Valerie".
My heartbeat increased by the sight of him.
He casually stood there with one hand in his slacks, bringing his index finger to his lips, looking at my dressed body.
"We need to make a few things clear", he mentioned biting his lips as he winked at me.
My mouth stood open, ready for words to come out but I kept silent, all words were formed to a lump that was stuck in my throat, making it impossible to speak, nor to act at all.
"We will make you scream words soon", Michael chuckled, getting rid of his jacket, tossing it to the ground.
"What are you gonna do with me?", I whispered, my hands were already shaking as I put them down from my hips, nervously grabbing the hem of my skirt, squeezing it in my palms.
It kind of soothes me when I'm nervous, but not this time.
Michael let out a light chuckle, never breaking eyecontact as he stepped closer to me, grabbing me on my upper arm, pulling me close.
I felt his sweet breath hitting my face as he leaned in, staring dead into my eyes
I felt his thumb trailing across my cheek where still open wounds and bumps laid and were throbbing under my skin. It hurts as he brought his salty skin against mine carefully looking at the scars and marks that were left on me.
A few tears hit the ground as I blinked at him, knowing what he is going to do to me.
He simply stood in front of me for a few moments, not moving.
"It won't kill you", he murmured, suddenly grabbing a handful of my hair, dragging me towards the bed.