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

A Friendly Neighbor

'We kept walking until we walked around the corner, down the block and we spotted someone standing outside my driveway..

There he was.. My husband Tony..'

Lena

As we kept walking closer, Michael had already threw his empty hot chocolate cup in the trash and he was rubbing his hands together. I wasn't sure what that meant but being cold wasn't one of them. The look in his eyes were more stern and frightening for sometime. It was like he was getting prepared for the worst.

When we get by the driveway, I hurried up and spoke.

"Uh, hi honey! What are you doing out here in the cold? I told you I was coming." I said.

"At this point, I don't care! Who the fuck is this nigga?" He said.

Michael then steps in and says,

"First off, there's no fucking need to be rude! Second, I don't have a fucking name. But i do have a face. And lastly, best believe you will be seeing more of me around here. That's all your ass needs to know!!!"

He grabs a hold onto my hand.

"Ms Lena, I will see you around. Okay?" He said.

"Yes, see you around." I said.

And with that, Michael leaves back around the corner.

As I went to look in the corner of my eye, Tony was coming at me with full force. After he grabbed me and went to drag me up the stairs towards the house there was a loud..BANG!! It sounded so close that Tony dropped me. And to think that I was safe out here, then we hear a gunshot?

Tony reached for my hand and jerked me to my feet and we walked inside the house and he slammed the door shut.
I walked into the kitchen only to turn around and Tony was about to run right into me. And I dodged him.

"Tony what are you doing?" I asked running around the table.

"Who the hell was that nigga and for God's sake don't lie!" He said.

"Damn, Tony! He's just a friend, he walked me home remember?" I said.

By this time, he's still yelling and trying to run after me, he ended up tripping by the rug, which always stuck out by the tv and he fell. I stood about a good six inches away from him, just to see if he hit his head or not. Before I knew it, he was back on his feet and charged at me with his hands on my neck.

"You stupid whore!! You cheating on me!!" He yelled.

I couldn't speak because I couldn't breathe. I held his hands to try and get him off of me. I thought for a second how I seen people in the movies defend themselves and I took my hands, grabbed some of his hair and took my beautiful acrylic nails and dug into his eye.

"Ahhhh!!!! Bitch!!" He said as he let me go.

I fell again and holding his one eye closed, he kicked me and punched me in my face. By this time, I managed to grab more of his hair again and slapped him back.

He shook his head but I held on tighter. He grabbed the end of my hair and pulled as hard as he could. I let go of one hand and he managed to mash his hands in my face. When he tried to straddle himself on top of me, I knew I had the advantage then because with all my strength I kicked him where it hurts.

"Aww fuck!! Bitch-- omg!!!!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! He screamed in pain.

By this time, I ran up to our bedroom, grabbed my night bag and started packing some clothes. Lord knows, I don't know where i am going, but im leaving tonight. I zipped up my bag only to face the devil himself.