Michael Jackson X Reader

Two Weeks of Rest

Your POV

I woke up super excited because today was the day that Michael was getting out of the hospital. I went to school. When I got back, I saw Michael's limo pull up. Michael slowly got out the car. I walked over to him. "Hi Michael." He smiled at me. "Hey. Well I'm going in my house for two weeks. I'm going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you too, but we'll talk on the phone." "Yeah. Bye." He kissed your lips and you kissed back. "Goodbye." You watched as Michael went in his house. Then you went in yours.

Michael's POV
I went in my house and to my bedroom. I laid down. I was given a bell to ring if I needed something. My father came barging in. "You're finally back." "Yeah." "Where did you go?!" "Well Barri was real mad when you said what you said, and it took all night to convince her to come back. She did not even want to be on the same block as you." "Well where did you stay the night?!" "We went to a hotel." Joseph grabbed my cheek. "You sun of a gun." He started laughing. "Nothing happened." "You don't have to lie to me. I told you I don't mind, just don't get to attached, you still have your career to think about." "Right." Joseph changed the subject. I'm so relieved that he believed me. I didn't know how he would react to the truth. "Well you can't just sit here. You have plenty to do, like make an album with Quincy, so get up!" "I don't feel well." "Well make sure you tell Quincy." "Ok." Joseph left. I picked up the phone and told Quincy the truth. I sat in bed. Five days passed and I talked to Barri everyday. Joseph came in. "Now I know that you can't still be sick! What are you hiding from me?!" He shook me and I became frightened. So frightened that I vomited. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you son. I'll get someone to clean that up. Soon some one came in and took the blanket and replaced it with a clean one. Seven days passed since I went to the hospital. Joseph came in my room. "I'm worried about you. Maybe we should call a doctor." "No. I'm sure that, whatever this is, it will go away in no time." ", but you've been sick for a week. That's very unusual. You need to go to a hospital." "No I don't." "Are you hiding something?" He punched me in the chest. I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. "Okay fine. Do you want to know the truth?" "I've been asking." "When (f/n) ran out of here, she was kidnapped and forced to dance, barely clothed, with a pole. I went to save her. The guy that punched me had a rock in his hand. So I have a gash on my stomach and some internal bruises." "I told you that she was a hooker." "Didn't you hear word I said?" "I was right. When will people ever learn to listen to me?" "She's not a hooker!" "Keep telling yourself that." "Well I'm not going to sit around here while you talk about her." I rang my bell. A maid came in. "Can you pack me about a week's worth of clothes, along with my toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, washcloth, body wash, cologne, shoes and socks, underwear, PJs and that should be it." "Right away sir." Soon my suitcase was packed. I sat myself up. I put on my shoes and grabbed the suitcase. I headed for the door. My mother came to me. "Wait! You are supposed to be resting. Get back to bed." I continued to walk to the front door. "Michael!" "I'll be back, maybe." I kissed my mother's cheek. "See you." I slowly walk across the street. I rang the doorbell.

Your POV
The doorbell rang. Security answered the door.  You looked at the door. Michael walked in. "Michael!" You gently hugged him and he hugged back. "Hey, I missed you."  You kissed his lips. "I missed you too." "Michael, aren't you supposed to be resting for another week?" "Yeah. I just can't stay at home anymore." "Why?" "Joseph, called you a hooker again." "Oh Michael, I don't mine that." "I can't get that much rest with Joseph anyways. He's still abusive." "Well, why don't you sit on the couch." "Okay." He sat on the couch. "Well, where are you staying for the week." "I was hoping I could stay here, but I could always stay at a hotel." "I have to ask my mom, okay?" You walked to your mother's room. She was laying down on the bed. "Hey mom. You know how Michael needs his rest, right?" "Yep, you told me already." "Well his father is abusive and all that stuff. So he can't get rest at home." "How sad." "So we were wondering if he could stay here." "Sure. Just don't end up pregnant like me because he'll leave." Your mom started crying. You grabbed her hand. "Mom, you don't need him. Clearly, he wasn't good enough for you." "You're right." You left out the room. "Michael, she said you could stay." "Great." "Come on. I'll show you to your room." You grabbed his suitcase and walked to a empty room. "Well here you are." You sat his suitcase by his bed. He sat on the bed. You sat next to him. "Are you hungry?" "Yeah." "Well, I'll get you something to eat." So you went in the kitchen. You cooked some food and put the food on some plates.  You carried it to the room. You made small talk with Michael. Soon you two started feeding each other. "Did you cook this?" "Yeah." "This is amazing" "I told you, I have experience." Soon you two finished eating. You took the dishes to the sink where a maid was. Becky came in so you knew it was late. You decided to put on your PJs. Which was just a low cut tank top and some really short shorts. You decided to say goodnight to Michael. Michael was also wearing his PJs. Even though his pants were loose fitting, you could still tell that he was turned on. This was turning you on. You walked over to him. "I just came to say Goodnight." "Oh goodnight." You turned around. "Hey, what about my goodnight kiss?" You turned around and playfully rolled your eyes. You bent down and kissed him. Suddenly he pulled you into bed with him and deepened the kiss. "This is wrong, (f/n)." "Then why does it feel so right?" You raised your eyebrows seductively. He started kissing you again. His hands started wondering your body. Just then Becky bursted in the room. "You two are so naughty. Do you know that?" "We weren't doing anything." "Sure Michael. And you're hand isn't still on her butt." Michael quickly moved his hand. "I don't care. I mean I just got out the car. Me and my boyfriend had a make out session and he was rubbing all over me too, but that's as far as it went." "TMI Becky." "Boy you acting like you wasn't just rubbing all over her. Aren't you supposed to be resting?" "I am." "I mean aren't you supposed to still be at home?" "Joseph is abusive. If I stay there I won't get much rest." "Fine. Well, goodnight." "Goodnight." You both said. Becky walked out the room.  Michael smiled at you. "Now where were we?" He leaned in to kiss you. You pushed him back. All the memories of what the man, who you thought was your father, did to you flooded your mind. Tears fell out your eyes and down your face. "What's wrong?" You got up without a word.  You went to your room. You fell asleep. You woke up the next morning and it was Sunday. You had nowhere to go. You sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.  A rerun of Carol Burnett show was on. You watched Michael and his brothers dance on the screen. You decided to have some breakfast. Becky came out. "Good morning sis." "Good morning." Becky got her some breakfast too and then your mom came and got some breakfast. You fixed Michael a plate. You walked in his room and gave him his food. "Here." You turned around. "Can I get a good morning and a kiss to go with it?" You kept walking towards the door. "Did I do something wrong?" You stopped at the door and shed a few tears, but you didn't say a word. " (f/n) I'm sorry." You continued walking. You went in your room and laid in your bed. Some more tears fell down your face. You grew bored so you went back in the living room. You turned on the T.V. Good Times was on. You saw Janet. She was a pretty good actress. Time passed. It was time for Dinner. You got yourself something to eat. You put your dish in the sink. You got Michael a plate. You brought it to him. "Here." You turned to leave, but Michael grabbed your wrist. "Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" You remained silent. "You ignoring me isn't fun." Tears fell down your face. "You have an entire wife! Why don't you have fun with her?! Can't you just leave me alone for once?"! "I don't have a wife. What's going on?" You snatched your hand away from Michael. You cried yourself to sleep. You spent the rest of the week ignoring Michael. One day he grabbed your wrist again. "Talk to me. Okay? I can't take this anymore. Please just talk to me. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you." Tears fell down his face. You wiped them away, but they were replaced by more tears. You started crying. "Michael, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just, ever since that day when we were making out in the bed, I thought about what would have happen if Becky didn't bust in here and it reminded me of what he did to me. I don't want to live through that again. It's all I could think about this whole week. When I yelled at you the other day, I was yelling at him." Michael sat up and  wiped the tears away. "I would never hurt you. I would never make you do anything you don't want to do. You don't have to think about him anymore. He is in a jail far away from here. I will never let anything happen to you." You rested your head on his  arm. "Michael, why did it feel so right?" "I don't know, but some people are just meant to be together." You smiled at him. "Tomorrow, you get your stitches removed and you'll find out when you get sing and dance again." "That's true. I can't wait to sing again." You smiled at him. "I love you Michael." "I love you too." You looked at him. Your lips met. You both laid down on the bed, while still kissing. Again his hand started to wander. He started taking your shirt off. Becky came in the room. "You're at it again, I see. " "Aaah!" You both jumped and you pulled your shirt down. "Becky." "Consider me you're birth control." "What about you?" "What about me? I can control myself. I never let him touch my shirt." "Whatever. Okay goodnight." "I'm not leaving, until you leave out this room." "Fine. Goodnight Michael." You gave him one final kiss. "Goodnight." You walked out the room. The next day you went to school and Michael went to the hospital. You got home from school and Michael was sitting on the couch. "So how did the doctor's appointment go?" "Great. He said my internal bruising is gone. So I can do what ever I want and he said I won't have scarring." "That's great. We have to go to work now." "Yeah. I just came to get my suitcase." He went in the room and grabbed his suitcase. He came back out. "Are you sure that you have everything?" "Yes, and even if I don't, I live across the street, so I can just come and get it." "Right. Well I'll see you later." "Hey, thanks for everything." "No problem." He kissed you. "I'll see you later."
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