You get up and shower quickly. You were meeting with some people today. Michael was gonna start working on a new album and you wanted to come meet with the people who are gonna make his new album possible. You get dressed in something really nice and then wake Michael up, before walking to the bathroom and fixing your makeup and hair.

You walk back to the bedroom and Michael is still not up.

"Michael Jackson, if you don't get up right now." You say as you walk closer toy him. You stand in from of where he was laying.

"Michael!" You yell. He jumps and pushes you, making you fall and hit your head off of something. He gets out of bed and runs over to you, but you push him away. You run to the bathroom crying. You sit down on the ground and hold the back of your head. It was bleeding a bit, but not enough to worry. Michael walks in and walks over to you, since you forgot to lock the door.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry..." He says.

"Save it Michael, I don't want to hear it." You say, standing up and walking out of the bathroom. You go to the kitchen and grab a cloth and put it over the spot that was bleeding. Michael walks downstairs and walks over to you.

"It's bleeding? Is it bad.." He asks with a worried tone of voice.

"Just stop, I want to be alone. Go away.." You sob. He looks down and goes back to the bedroom before walking back out and walking out. You watch him leave his own house for you to be alone. You walk upstairs and see a note on the pillow.

~Note~

I'm sorry for hurting you.... I'll see you later, or something.

XOXO ~Michael Jackson

You pull out your phone and message Michael.

Text: [Michael? Please come back..]

Michael's Text: [Why? So you can yell at me more?]

Text: [No, I wanna talk to you..]

Michael walks in the front door.

"Look I'm sorry." He tells you looking Down. You can tell he was really sorry but you were in a fighting kind of a mood.

"Why, why would you even push me in the first place!" You yell.

"I didn't mean to!" He yells back.

"Well, it fucking hurt." You say angrily.

"That was a really bad word.." He says, shocked by your word. You don't say anything back.

"I said sorry so many damn times. I tried to help you!" He says.

"Yeah whatever Michael!" You say. You walk to the bedroom and slam the door.