Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"You fucking called them?!" Adam bellows, glaring daggers into me. 

"Of course not," I scoff, "How could I?" 

"Hmm," he grumbles, looking out the window with his hand still on his gun, "Shit, shit, shit." 

"I told you they would find you," I smirk. Adam whips out his gun and points it at my foot before pulling the trigger. 

"FUCK!" I scream as the bullet flys right into my foot, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"  

"That's what you get bitch!" he cackles, waving the gun around, and his men and I wince at the sight, "You've been annoying me all day. I should've done that shit earlier." 

"Ow, ow, ow," I wince, watching as the blood seeps through my white, canvas shoes, "Fuck." 

"Hopefully that gets infected," he shrugs, looking out the window again. 

"ADAM OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" someone yells from outside. I frown at the unfamiliarity, as I was expecting it to Michael or my father. 

"That better not be your bitch of a boyfriend," he grits, whipping his head to one of his men. 

"Get the door, idiot!" he screams as I catch a glimpse of what I think is my father running towards the back of the warehouse. 

Adams guy nods quickly and jogs to the door, before opening it. As his henchmen points his gun, the person on the other side of the door puts a bullet in his skull and he's on the ground before a reaction even hits him. 

"Holy shit," another one of the men gasps before leaving through the back entrance. 

"HEY!" Adams fumes at the sight of two of his men fleeing the warehouse. 

"Hands up!" the police officer who shot Adam's guys shouts as he quickly makes his way into the warehouse. 

"Don't tell me what to fucking do!" Adam screams before shooting the cop in the chest. He's blown back, onto the ground, but it's hard to tell if the bullet did any damage due to the Kevlar vest the police officer is wearing. 

As I look out the window to see police officers surrounding the building, I realize that I'm no longer feeling the pain of the bullet in my foot. 

Right now it's fight or flight.... and I need to flight bitch. This is not the scene for me. 

As another cop stands on the outside of the door, I try and shimmy my wrists from the rope around them. Though I know it should burn, my adrenaline is doing anything and everything to keep me from feeling it.  

"Put your weapon down and your hands behind your head!" the police officer by the door tries to coax Adam. 

"NO FUCKING WAY!" he fumes, looking between me and the door that the officer is behind. 

"Sir, we have you surrounded. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." 

Adam holds his gun up towards the door and has seemingly decided that I'm not his biggest issue right now. 

I finally get my wrists free from the rope, and I sit on the loose end so that it doesn't fall to the floor and look like I'm no longer tied up. I stay with my hands behind my back as Adam continues to focus on the door and my mind races with the few rational ideas that I could go with. 

"Sir, please let us do our job properly so that no one gets hurt," the police officer asks again, and Adam continues to hold his gun to the door. 

I watch as the cop on the ground squirms a bit, and I realize that he must've passed out. I gasp at the sight and Adam whips his head around to me with a menacing look on his face as the officer on the ground reaches for his gun behind him. 

At the sound, Adam turns back to see the police officer on the ground with the gun, and Adam leans down to hold the barrel to his head. 

Just as Adam is pulling the trigger, I bolt from the chair and my feet take me wherever they can. I hear a shot from behind me, and then another one that hits me in the back of the calf on the same leg that he shot me in the foot. 

"FUCK," I yell, falling on the ground as I feel the blood trickle down my leg. Several gun shots go off behind me and I army crawl behind a wall before scrambling to my feet and trying to find a door. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Ouch, shit.

Find a door, find a door, find a door. 

Door, door, door. 

DOOR!!! 

"Yes," I pant, hobbling towards the door, just as it flings open from the other side, and there stands Michael. 

"Jamie!" he gasps as a massive weight lifts off my shoulders and relief washes over me. 

"Michael," I smile breathlessly as the room starts to spin, "He said you wouldn't come. I knew you would." 

Michael's brows furrow as I unintentionally shift my weight to my left foot, the adrenaline wears off, and everything goes black.