if it 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 love? | A new edition story

tears on my pillow

You released your new album and all of your songs went huge. You already won 4 Grammys for your album and your still nominated for next year. You were constantly getting chased by fans and paparazzi. This was your best album yet. You were making millions of dollars off this album. For now  your in the studio with bell Biv Devoe while your filing your nails and listening to your walkman. Mike was doing his part and damn this album is already sooo good. You look at your ring. You smile every time you see it. Then mike steps out and Ronnie and Ricky do a verse together. He sits next to you putting his arm around you and tilting your head towards him with his finger stares at your lips and then kisses you. You pull away smiling. "Okay baby" you say while he still is staring at your lips. "I'm sorry you just are soo gorgeous I can't stop you look soo fine as always, you have the most beautiful lips. Watching you is like watching angels sing baby you-" "Can y'all shut the fuck up" Ricky says and Ronnie laughs from behind him "exactly why you still flirting with her when y'all literally about to get married" "flirt with her like you still tryna get her" mike says smirking. "Whatever help us with the sound" Ricky says and mike gets up kisses you on the cheek and goes back to work. They play the music and it's sooo good. "Y'all this is sooo good" "thanks y/n you think we'll be a hit?" "Uhm duh!"

December 1989
You couldn't say no because he was being so desperate. You were about to leave for tour and mike insisted on going another round. Once he finished the tour bus honked. "You know the drill baby. Call me. After tour we need to start making our wedding invitations" "okay babe" he says zipping his pants up. "I'm gonna miss you. Soooo much. You better not cheat on me." "Ain't nobody hotter than you baby" you say grabbing your stuff and walking off to your tour bus. I happily get comfortable in my bed as I get ready for one of my most favorite times of the day. The tour bus drove into the night as I was in the back of the bus where the beds were and dialed my mans number. The phone rang. 1 ring, 2 rings then you hear it answer "y/n?" He asks as he was out of my breath. "Mike?" I ask teasing him and you hear him squeal excitedly "oh baby I miss you so much I want you so so bad right now. Shit baby I need yo ass with me" mike says and you smile biting your lip, "I know baby I miss you more soon we will be back together"
"So how was your show today? Let me know all about it I'll listen as long as I hear you voice"
"Aight I'll tell you so at the dressing room..."
About 5 minutes later you heard a yell on mikes line "OHHHH SHITTT" you hear a voice in the background say. Almost like rickys. the phone was dropped and you hear mikes voice "the fuck yall doin walking in my house?" Then someone picks up the phone "YO Y/N MIKE WAS BEATING HIS DICK TO YOUR VOICE" Ronnie says and you smile rolling your eyes "GIVE ME THE DAMN PHONE BACK" you hear mike yell. Mike playing with himself while your talking is such a mike bivins move. The phone reaches to him again. "Goodnight baby I'll call you in the morning I love you baby" mike says quickly as he hangs up the phone. We was obviously embarrassed . You smile hanging up the phone on the wall. "That man is so strange" I whisper to myself as I fall asleep
Mikes pov:
I hung up the phone quickly as Ronnie and ricky were laughing together. "Mannn fuck yall" I say going into the bathroom to calm myself down

1 moth later.
You step off stage and someone hands you a water bottle. "Thank you" you say and walking backstage. That's when you knocked out on the floor.
You woke up to a man taking strokes inside you. You were so drowsy everything was so blurry. He saw you woke up shoved a pill in your mouth and slapped you to knock you out.
You woke up again to you in your dressing room. Still so drowsy you were so sweaty. You were still in costume but it was not neatly put on anymore. a man in his early 20s stood infront of you. He came close to you and shoved you against the wall and slit cuts in your thighs and punched you in the stomach to knock the air out of you. "mike.......mike" you whispered to yourself while crying hurled in a ball. You didn't feel it hurt from how drowsy you were. "All these friends. All these fans. And nobody cares about you" he whispered. "I could do whatever i want to when I have popstar infront of me" he says punching you in the stomach to knock the wind out of yourself again and cause you to pass out