Michael Jackson X Reader

Abuse

Your POV
It was the next day. Michael got on stage with his brothers. The music started playing. You cheered along with the crowd. Then you started dancing to the music. You noticed Michael looking at you every so often. You waved and blew a kiss and smiled. Michael smiled back. The show was fantastic. All too quickly, it came to an end. Michael walked backstage towards you. You gave him a great big hug. "Oh Michael you were terrific." You looked at his brothers. "You guys were good too." You kissed Michael. It was from this moment on  that the worse in Joe had come out. He pulled you off of Michael and threw you down on the ground. You winced in pain. "(F/n)!" Michael tried to walk over to you. Joe grabbed him. "She will be just fine." You slowly got up and made your way to the rented limo. "Hooker." You heard Joe say as you passed him. You made it back to the hotel suite. "Are you alright (f/n)?" "I'm fine Michael." "Are you sure (f/n)." "I'm sure Marlon. Let's just eat." You all sat down to eat. You went to yours and Michael's room. "Are you sure you're ok?" "Yes Michael. I'm absolutely, 100% okay." You kissed him. "See just fine." "I was just making sure. Joe can be really awful sometimes." "More like all the time. What did I even do to him?" "You didn't do anything to him. It's not your fault. Let's get some rest." You both laid down. You wrapped your arm around Michael. You fell asleep. Everyone went to rehearsals. The brothers rehearsed. Joe came over to you. You stiffened up, afraid of what would happen. "Michael must have some ulterior motives for dating you." "Sure." "I mean look at you. You are just ugly. Besides I wouldn't be caught dead with someone who slept with there father." You held back tears. You looked at the brothers practicing. "You must have ulterior motives to be with Michael as well because he is ugly." "That's not true. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen. How could you talk about your son like that?!" Joe slapped you. "That's for disrespecting your elders." "You don't deserve any respect." Joe punched you. "What do you even see in Michael anyways?" "He's handsome, loving, gentle, just wonderful." "What does he see in you? You're a nothing, a nobody." At that you ran. You didn't look back. You were in a hallway all by yourself. You sat down on the floor with your back against the wall. You cried. At last you heard a familiar voice. "(F/n)?" There Michael stood before you. Michael sat next to you on the floor. "How did you even get away from your father?" "Well we're taking a little break. Plus I told Joe that I went to the bathroom. What's wrong?" You didn't respond to him. You just cried some more. Michael wrapped his arm around you. You cried into his shirt. "You don't have to tell me right now. You can tell me whenever you're ready." "Why are you so nice to me?!" Michael looked shocked. "Because I love you." You started to calm down. "I love you too." You kissed Michael. The kiss lasted for awhile. Then Joe came over. "There you are. I have been looking all over for you. Get over to your brothers. Now!" Joe shoved Michael. Michael got up. You tried to follow Michael. Joe pushed you into the wall. You frowned. You walked back to   watch the rest of rehearsal. You went to your hotel suite. You stared into the mirror. A few tears fell down your face. Michael came from behind you and kissed your cheek. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "You don't have to lie to me." You took a deep breath in and out. You walked to the bed. You laid down. "Talk to me (f/n)." "I'm tired." "Okay." You heard Michael sigh. You fell asleep. Day after day Joe punched you and slapped you, pushed you into walls and insulted you. Michael tried his hardest to defend you against Joe, but then Joseph would hit him. It was an endless cycle. You, Joseph, and the Jackson brothers traveled around the world. For six months you endured verbal and physical abuse from Joseph. Worst of all you became quiet. "(F/n) talk to me. I can't take this anymore! Just say something to me!" You backed up. Tears fell from your eyes. "Please don't hit me." Michael wrapped you in a hug. "I would never hit you, ever." "Why me?" "What do you mean?" "Why do you want me? You could've had so much better." "What are you talking about?" "I'm just an ugly pile of nothing." "Now, who told you that?" "That's what Joseph said and he's right." Michael sat down and pulled you on his lap. "Joe is wrong. You're beautiful and to me you're everything." He kissed your cheek. You sighed. "Come on. I want to see you smile. I miss that pretty smile." Michael started to sing. "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of may. Well I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way. My girl. Talking about my girl, my girl." You naturally started smiling because his voice was so beautiful. "There's that smile I love to see." Michael kissed your lips. You kissed him back. His hands began to wonder. "Out here on the couch? I don't want to see that." "Marlon." "Don't Marlon me. I don't want to see that." "Michael, Marlon's right. Goodnight Marlon." "Okay. Good night Marlon." "Goodnight you two." You went in your room and laid on the bed. Michael got on top of you. Michael kissed you some more. Suddenly, the phone rang. You answered it. "Hello?" "Hey (f/n)" "Becky what do you want?" "I miss you. We haven't talked in so long." "We just talked yesterday." "I'm just trying to make sure that you and Michael are behaving." "Of course we are." "Okay goodbye." "Bye Becky." You hung up the phone. "It was just Becky. She was just checking in on us." You climbed back in the bed. "I love you Michael." "I love you more." You gave him a kiss and went to sleep. The next day you went to rehearsals with Michael. Michael and his brothers rehearsed. Joseph came over to you. "Hey hooker." "I'm not a hooker." "You slept with your father though." "He's not my father. He stole me from the hospital and he raped me." "And I'm guessing you want me to give you some kind of sympathy for your little story." "I didn't ask for your sympathy." "Take 5!" Someone shouted. Michael came over to you. "Do we have a problem here." "And if we do what are you going to do about it? Don't forget that I'm the parent." "Yeah some parent." "You better watch who you're talking to!" "All I know is that I'm talking to someone who has been insulting and beating someone that I love." "Is that right? You love her?" "Yeah." "I love you too Michael." Joe slapped you. "That's another thing. I don't want you to hit me anymore." "It's either I hit you or you do something for me." "What's that?" "I'll tell you later. Michael get back on over to that stage." You did not like the way Joseph was looking at you.

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