Seduced By My Neighbor (18+) || A Michael Jackson FanFiction (Completed)

The Move Out

I guess it's what they say it is! Brooklyn, New York is the city that never sleeps. Hahaha!! Anyways this is my story of how I got close to my neighbor and almost died.

Yes I did! My death came at a close call but that's another part of the story. We shall start from the beginning to where it all began. From start to finish.

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My name is Lena Waters and I am a married woman. Well you would expect that with a name like that I'd be the happiest woman alive but I'm not. I have been married for four years, I have no children but I did lose one. My husband Tony and I had just got married four years ago today and for the our Anniversary we ended up traveling from my hometown of California to Brooklyn, New York.

Yeah, yeah. First class service. But I'm not as happy as you would think. I wasn't ready to move into a whole another atmosphere and it wasn't something I wanted to because I ended up leaving the house that my mother left me, before she died. And that was my home until Tony moved in. I can't believe I left like that, all my friends and my family. I don't know if this was a good idea or not.

How about we go back to a week ago...

"Lena! Lena! He said coming through the house slamming the front door shut.

"Yes baby? Why are you yelling any fucking way!" I yelled.

"You will not believe where I am taking you and where we are going to live?" He said.

"What you mean live and take me? Take me where?" I said.
"I got the promotion in New York but we have to move in order for me to work and baby,--" I interrupted him

"Tony, I just can't move from here, you know my mother left me this house! Why would you wanna live in New York for?"

He slapped me across my face and I fell down by the fridge. I started crying as he stood over my body and started kicking me in my abdomen.

"Stop it Tony, stop it!!!" I yelled to the top of my lungs. He started kicking me, yelling at me, took his foot and stomped on my shoulder. He then grabbed a grip full of my hair and slammed my head against the hardwood floor and I was knocked unconscious.

I remember waking up still on the floor and from where my face was laying there was a small pool of blood laying there. I tried to move and I could barely see out my left eye. In agony, I placed my hands on the counter to balance myself. I then realized my husband beat me because I didnt want to leave my house, my family and my friends to leave for New York.
I remembered leaving very slowly from the kitchen, the lights were off and I made my way upstairs to our master bedroom. He was laid out across the bed with a empty bottle of whiskey on the dresser, clothes half way hanging off his ass and papers stretched out on the pillows. The laptop was by his leg and the traveling website page was still up, with the confirmation number and two first class tickets to New York that was already paid for. The date was that following weekend.'

That very same weekend when we had to pack all of our things up, I stayed quiet just about all day. I didn't want to say anything to him like that but only when he would speak to me. I just couldn't be happy because the life and the people who I was involved around including my job, was being thrown away from this nigga.

My life was involved with him and everytime something happened especially when I lost our baby, because of stress and anxiety was from him. I still stood by him for what reason?? You may ask but I don't even fucking know. It's so bad that he made me feel like he was the only man who could love me and I could love back.

My life is so ruined right now.

Anyways, after everything was packed one thing stood out to me. The fact that he didn't care about how I really felt about leaving my house to move. At the time, I thought this was going to be great even if it was only temporarily that we had to do this.

Okay... Fast forward a few hours later..

When we finally landed in New York, it was very cold. Tony had scheduled a limo to come, pick us up and take us to our home. He carried our luggage into the limo and he gave the driver our address. Looking out the window, the sight was pretty amusing. So many people and lots of traffic.. Great! I don't even want to be in the car with him right now because I am not happy with my life at the moment. I'm so hurt that, I feel like, if I told him that he could move there by himself, i would be in the hospital on life support right now.

"Baby?" He said.

I looked at him in his face with my look of disappointment. My hands started shaking a little bit.

"Yes." I said.

"Baby, I'm sorry about last weekend, I will never hit you again. It's just that.. you made me mad when you questioned me about moving here. And I wanted to do something better by changing the scenery for us." He said.

I nodded my head as a response. But in my mind when a nigga say he wanna "Change the Scenery" it means that he has all equal opportunity to do whatever the fuck he wanted to, without none my family members or a friend to help me.

"So just please baby next time, please don't make me mad no more. You know I hate that shit!" He said, "And oh I have something for you also as an apology."

He took a golden present box out of his long jacket and gave it to me. Inside was a 18 diamond karat gold bracelet. He took the bracelet out the box and put it on my wrist. It was beautiful but I couldn't help wincing whenever he touched me. And I always questioned myself about my marriage like 'What exactly does love mean to me anymore? Why am I even still married to this man?'

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Why is she still married to this man?

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