~Michael Joseph Jackson Imagines~

56) "How F*cking stupid of you." (1992) (Part Three)(Filler)

Last night, Michael showed you that he was a force NOT to be reckoned with. After he kicked Isiah's ass, he punished you. And what a punishment it was. Handcuffs, a collar, and much more! You name it, he used it. To add insult to injury, once he got what he wanted, he left you to sleep alone! It was hard as hell, even though it isn't the first time. It's just the first time that he was pissed at you and didn't want to sleep with you! Maybe he had to clear his head. Maybe he just couldn't bear the thought. How would you know? You weren't allowed to speak to him afterwards! After the punishment Michael laid you down and walked out on you, you took a bath and cried yourself to sleep. Michael slept in the guess room after that. You wished he was right beside you...and for a quick second...you thought he was...

"Michael?" You said you woke up and rolled over to see that you were on Michael's side of the bed. You grabbed his pillow and cuddled with it. Tears fell from your eyes as you snuggled your face into it. "I wish I could tell you I'm sorry and you actually believe me." You whispered. Then, Michael walked into the room and stood in the door way. He just looked at you with no emotion what so ever. You stayed completely still. Michael thought that you were still asleep. He walked over closer to the bed and you tightened your eyes shut. "___________, wake up. Now, I feel like we actually need to talk." Michael said crossing his arms. You wanted to smack him and say 'Oh so NOW you wanna talk instead of fucking the shit out of me like some kind of animal!' But, after last night, you would rather obey is every command instead. You grabbed your stomach in pure pain as you slid up towards the headboard and faced Michael.

You started shaking nervously, and you didn't even realize it. "Y-Yes sir?" you said. Michael looked at you and rolled his eyes. "No, no, call me Michael." He said. Your eyes widened. Michael was just some angry, bondage obsessed, mad man who was hella skillful with a vibrator! Now, he's back to himself...well...he's almost back to normal anyway. Now, if that isn't a little alarming, I don't know what is. Michael saw that you were nervous, so he placed his hand on you leg and rubbed it. "Calm yourself." He said softly. "___________, I just want to know why you let him do that? You know, I was standing there the whole time. I heard how jealous he was of me and I heard how much he liked you. I heard him seduce you and you said nothing. Nothing dammit! It hurt me when I saw how much you...how much you enjoyed that, it hurt me beyond words. Why? Because you kissed him like you kissed me! I thought that was just our thing _________? Huh? No! Noooo! You go and kiss Isiah, get caught and you wanna cry and shit like you're the victim here!" He fussed. You covered your face and began to hard down weep. "Please calm down Michael, I'm sorry, what else do you want me to say or do! I'll do it!" You cried. Michael didn't even notice that his anger was rising.

"Come here...please." He said. You slowly crawled over to him and he caught a glimpse of your ass. Mind you, you were only in a pair of panties and a strapless bra. "Turn around..." Michael said in a low tone. You bit your lip nervously and turned around. You had welts on your thighs and butt. Michael took his hand and gently rubbed your backside. "Do these hurt?" He asked. Clearly shocked at the damage he had done. "N-No sir...not much." You said. Michael shook his head. "Stop calling me that!" Michael said. You crawled into his arms and he slightly hugged you. You could tell that he was still mad though. "I just hope that you can forgive me Michael, please baby. I didn't mean to...I just...I can't explain my actions." You cried and tried to pull away but the pain between your thighs made you stop moving Michael rubbed you back to console you.

"I want you to stop crying _________, please. I forgave you, what more do you want?" Michael asked. You sniffed and sighed. "Michael, you came inside of me and I wasn't ready to be a mother...not yet. But after what I did. I can't say that I'm angry. You were angry and you just didn't care at that moment I guess. Michael, I love you so much, that I will sacrafice whatever I have to sacrifice to make you believe that no other man is for me but you and only you..." You said, wiping your eyes. Michael looked into your eyes and smiled. "You shouldn't worry about that right now ________, it's still gonna be a few weeks until we find out if you're even pregnant. Calm down." Michael said.He was COMPLETELY unbothered! You did what you wanted, so he just returned the favor.

"Michael, you're not mad at me anymore?" You asked. Michael looked up into your eyes and scoffed. "Yes, of course. I'm pissed at you. But I forgive you for doing that to me. I lost a bestfriend and I thought I was gonna lose you too.. So hell yeah, I'm mad. But I've already had my fun and now in a few weeks, we see if my hard work, paid off." Michael smirked and slowly slid from up under you, so he wouldn't hurt you. "I'm going to cook breakfast. I called in and took the day off so I can be with you. I know you're not gonna be feeling too well for a few days, so, I wanted to be here for you I guess. Not only that, I feel kinda bad." He said blushing but still not looking too happy. "Feel...bad?" You said shocked. "Oh! Don't get it twisted __________, I don't regret what I did, I regret hurting you in the process. Some things people have to learn not to do the hard way, and that was my way of teaching you that just because I am a warm, caring, philanthropist, doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to do shit like that and get away with it. Got it?" You gulped. "Yes Michael.""Good." He flashed a quick smile and shut the door. You curled back up into a ball and sighed. You stared at your bare stomach for a while and began to day dream.Thoughts of you and Michael enjoying the company of a little one grazed you mind and a slight smirk came across your face. Michael walked back in and held out his hand. "C'mon, I'll carry you to the kitchen, it's the least I can do." Michael said. He seemed like he was brightening up again, returning to himself, but at this point, you couldn't read him. And that's what made this whole thing a bit scary.

Michael softly picked you up and you hissed in pain as he did. "Hmmm Michael, Michael, Michael that hurts!" You said closing your eyes. "I'm sorry, I know, I know..." He said, showing that he was at least concerned about you being sore. He carried you bridal style down to the couch and softly placed you there. He passed you your plate and walked towards the coat rack and put on his fedora. "Where are you going?" You asked. "I'm going to have a little chat with Isiah that's all." Michael said as he looked at you and tilted his hat over his eyes. "What? Michael nooo, please don't do anything stupid you'll regret later!" You pleaded with him. Michael burst out into hysterical laughter and grabbed his side. You gave him a confused look. "What? You would know about doing stupid shit and regretting it later, wouldn't you? Don't even try that!" He said. You looked at him and rolled your eyes. "Fuck you Michael." You said, pissed at his sly comment. Michael looked at you and smiled.

"I love you too _________." Michael said before he shut the door and left.

Part four?