Hi everyone! In this imagine Michael is a little... how should I say it... BAD. So if you don't like the bad Michael, don't read. Thank you all!! :)

You and Michael have been dating for almost a year. You met him by coincidence and the two of you immediately found a way to each other and fell in love. It was love at first sight. This was the first time you felt something like this in your life! You felt love like never before and realized all your other boyfriends, who you thought you had loved, were nothing but a child's imagination and confusion. You felt like all your life you were blind and after Michael came in to your life, the blindness lifted it's black curtains and you saw pure light. He felt the same. You know because he had told you many many, times. He even asked you to move in to Neverland so you've been living with him for about 3 months.

However, your relationship has started to change its direction lately, unfortunately, not towards the top. He was extremely busy with his work as he was shooting a new video - Black or White, you too were busy with your work because there was this promotion you've wanted for a long, long time (before meeting your prince, Michael). You've been working so hard for it and giving up wasn't an option.

Michael started coming home really late. It has been long time since the last time you two had had dinner together, or lunch, or breakfast... He had to, either, leave too early or get back home too late. Few times you tried going on the set and having lunch with him but it turned out to be a disaster - you started eating and then something would come up or there won't even be time for lunch. Moreover, he said you distracted him and he didn't want you at his work place.

Your sexual life wasn't headed to the top neither. When he would get back home after working all day long, he'd be exhausted. And you too, 'cause you won't get enough sleep - you'd wait for him to come back and get up early the next morning for work. And let's not even mention the fights the two of you have when he gets home. So who has time or energy for sex?

This fact didn't make you happy at all. You tried many times talking to him about that and your conversations would always result in a fight.

Anyway. It was Friday night and you were just about to leave the office when your boss gave you some extra work and said it was extremely important to get it done today and send it, where it had to be sent to. There was NO way you could have said 'no' to the boss - you badly wanted this promotion, remember? And Michael was gonna come home late as usual so there were no excuses to refuse. Work will at least keep your mind occupied so you won't thing about your problems with Michael.

This time you were wrong.

It was around 11pm when you had finished the work and sent it 'Phew, finally! I'm gonna get some sleep...'. You got in your car and drove yourself to Neverland. You got there at around 1am. You opened your purse and took out the key to unlock the door. You felt tired, lonely, sad, angry... well you were pretty much a bomb waiting to explode. Michael was the same.

You went to the kitchen to get some water and as you entered, you couldn't believe your eyes - Michael was sitting on a chair like a statue with his legs crossed, his eyes locked on you, his hair all messed, his shirt half unbuttoned, showing his bare skin, on the small table next to the chair was an empty bottle of red wine and in his left hand, a half empty whiskey one. He must have drunk it all. His facial expression wasn't pleasant... not at all! He was looking at you like some angry animal, preparing to attack. You got a little scared for you've never seen him like this before. You opened your mouth to say 'hi' or something like this but he immediately cut you off:

"Ohh ss-so ya finally d-decided to come hooome!" he said and from the sound of his voice you could tell that he indeed drunk all that alcohol. "WHAT?!" was the only word that you could think of. What did he mean? "Yo askin' me what? Really?! Yo know, YN, I am the one who s-should be askin' shit!" he was really drunk... "Michael I don't understand!" you were about to cry but you managed to hold your tears in and your voice became shaky. "Oh, ya don't honey? Well... let me, let me explain to ya. Today I managed to finish work earlier for you, to surprise my love, then... then I-I get back home to find the house empty. My girl is gone!" he raised his voice and started laughing in an evil way. He let go of the whiskey bottle and buried his head in his two hands. He quickly put back his hands on the chair and "I can't find her anywhea! I search the entire house but she probably with some other man, God knows whea, having fun and all..." you just couldn't believe it. "Michael, NO, how... how could you say that!" you started sobbing "I was in the office, working until 11pm! I would nev" he didn't let you finish and said "Who were ya working with? Or should I say... what were ya working on? Haah??? How did you work? Did you fu..". "MICHAEL!!! HOW ON EARTH COULD SAY THOSE WORDS?" you were now yelling at him, you were angry. "WHEN I SAY I WAS WORKING IT MEANS I WAS! I HAD TO STAY AND FINISH SOME EXTRA WORK, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" then all of sudden he started clapping with an evil grin on his face. "Great, YN, great. Only one thin' you didn't consider in your little dirty lie - why was your phone off? I called ya like fifty times DAMN IT!!" the last words he said yelling, his hands now formed in tight fists. Your phone turned off? But how? OH you remembered now... the battery was almost dead and you wanted to charge it but probably had forgotten to do so. "Michael, please!!! It must have been the battery I didn't... I would never do this to you... I'd never cheat on you or switch off my phone on purpose!!" your eyes became watery. He sighed. Silence followed. He then got up and started walking towards you. You thought he had understood you and was now coming to hold you and make up. Instead he stopped next to you and "Tell me, YN... who is he? Ah?" you just didn't believe it. NO. You started crying, with your shaky voice you managed to say "Michael.. Mich". "Shhhh! DON"T talk." his voice was so calm that it scared you. You've never heard him talk like this before. He came closer to you and you could feel his breath on your skin. He came even closer and said, with the same scary voice, in your ear:

"Did he fuck you?". You started crying and shaking your head 'no'. You turned your head to look at him but your tears didn't affect him at all "Noo...I-I..". Before finishing, he quickly grabbed your face with his left hand and went on "No? So you fucked him, haa? Did you like it? Did you like his cock?" his words were killing you inside! You started trembling and crying hard. "Why you tremblin', love, ha?" his breath smelled of alcohol. His left hand tightened its grip on your face "Tell me.. did he fuck you better than me?? Did you like his cock better then mine?" something in you snapped and you just screamed "AHHHHH" as you took his left hand and, using all the strength you had, jerked it away from your face. Your heart was beating really fast. Now he was standing in front of you, his mouth closed, anger glistens in his eyes, his hands in tight fists, his breathing heavy.

All of a sudden, he quickly grabbed you by the wrist. His grip was very strong. He started walking and you had no choice but to follow.

"What are you doing, Michael?" no answer. "Where are we going?" still no answer. He speeded his pace and since you were way smaller then him (your legs are not as long as his) you had to walk really fast to keep up, almost run. "Stop it! You're hurting me!!" you said as you tried to free your hand from his without success - he was holding your hand really strong. There was no way out... And he didn't seem to care he was hurting you, he just kept going with his back in front of you.

You reached the stairs. You knew then he was headed upstairs. He was taking two steps at a time and you were trying so hard not to trip over. You went along the long corridor. You had no more strength to say whatever or fight. You simply cried and followed him. You wanted all of this to be over. All you managed to say, or should you say whisper, was "Michael... please..". He ignored you.

You were now in front of  your bedroom. With his one free hand he opened the door and pulled you in. He finally let go of your hand. You examined it and saw it was blue.
He turned around and shut the door closed. He locked it. Why did he do that? You were really afraid. But it got worse as he came to face you after locking the door. He was biting his lip in anger as he was walking towards you. Your instincts told you to walk back, away from him. This "chasing" continued for a few seconds and he didn't like it at all so he suddenly came to you and grabbed you by the hand, this time above your elbow. He dragged you to the huge bed and pushed you really hard on it.

You were scared, you didn't know what was going on, what was going to happen, why would he push like this? Next thing you saw, he started taking off his clothes. He ripped off his shirt easily, because it was holding on to just a few buttons, and was half-naked now. Then, he removed his belt and threw it on the floor. His mouth was closed in anger and his breathing - fast. He loosened his pants and jumped in the bed on top of you. He ripped your shirt off

"NO NO! Michael WAIT" and threw it on the ground. He grabbed your hands by the wrists and placed them above your head, holding them down in place, so you can't move. He started kissing your neck. Was he gonna rape you? "NO MICHAEL STOP... NOOOO" you screamed but he continued kissing your neck. Then somehow, with his legs, he managed to spread yours. He was now in between your legs, holding your hands down, and using the weight of his body to keep you still. You were trying to fight and move with all your strength but it didn't work. He was way stronger than you. You were crying "NO PLEASE MICHAEL PLEASE DON'T DO IT, NOOO". "WHY MY LOVE, WHY? You've been complaining all the time we don't have sex, HAVEN'T YOU? HAAA?" he then took both of your hands in one of his big hand and used the other to unzip his pants and went on "THEN WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME NOW?" he was yelling "HE SATISFIED YOU SO WELL THAT YOU DON'T NEED ME ANYMORE??!". You felt helpless and started shaking and crying really hard. You've never seen him like this.. who was this person?

All of a sudden....

he stopped. He just stopped and laid down on the other side of the bed. You stopped crying and were surprised that he, all of a sudden, had stopped his actions. You quickly regained your strength and jumped out of the bed, shaking your body off the horror you had just felt. You began looking for some clothes to put on, make your self decent. You went to his big wardrobe-room, where you also kept your clothes and stuff. After 10 minutes you walked in the bedroom with a suitcase. Yes, you had packed all your stuff and were leaving him. You saw him still laying on the bed and silently crying with his face buried in his hands. He heard you walk in so he removed his hands and said "Baby.. I.." with his soft, now calm voice, he jumped out of the bed only to see your suitcase. He started crying hard "NO,NO,NOO!!" and fell on his knees "DON'T GO, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE NOO!!". He crawled next to you and hugged your legs. "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, PLEASE BELIEVE ME BABYGIRL!!! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!!". "Are you serious, Michael, really? Sure YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT ME, YOUR ACTIONS HAVE BEEN PROVING IT FOR A FEW MONTHS NOW!! ALL YOU'VE BEEN DOING IS IGNORING ME AND MY FEELINGS! YOU HAVE NO TIME FOR ME, WELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU COULD HAVE FOUND TIME IF YOU WANTED TO BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT!!" your bomb just exploded and you were determined to tell him everything you buried inside of you "I TRIED TO TALK TO YOU, I REALLY DID, BUT YOU WON'T LISTEN! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR WORK AND YOUR STUPID VIDEO!! WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? IT RUINED US!! NO WAIT - IT'S YOU WHO RUINED THIS REALTIONSHIP!!" he was crying "Noo, No, baby... please.. forgive me..". "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVERY SINGLE DAY TO COME BACK HOME SO I CAN SEE YOUR FACE OTHERWISE GODS KNOW WHEN I'M GONNA SEE YOU!! YOU'RE GONE ALL THE TIME!! AND WHEN I HAD TO WORK LONGER FOR ONCE...JUST ONCE, YOU MADE OUT THIS NASTY SHIT ABOUT ME CHEATING ON YOU AND YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I DIDN'T!! INSTEAD YOU HUMILIATE ME AND TRIED TO RAPE ME!!" you let that all out and kind of calmed down a little. "You know Michael, I'm tired... I'm really tired of this. It's not working anymore between us... I'm sorry but it's the best if we separate!" you said this, grabbed your suitcase, freed your legs from him and started leaving.

"Babygirl... please don't do this, please! I-I was a jerk.. I'm sorry.. I-I" he went after you and tried to grab you but you jerked away. "NO MICHAEL, let me go!! I don't believe you anymore!" you started walking towards the door but then stopped and said "Oh and you know what, now that I think about it... you might have found someone else to keep you happy 'CAUSE ALL THIS TIME YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TOUCH ME!!" you yelled and saw him simply fall on his knees again, touch the floor with his elbows, and cry.  

Michael's POV

She left! I can't believe it! I never thought this day would come! What am I gonna do? I-I love her so much, I can't live without her... I did a terrible mistake... how could I accuse her of cheating without making sure first... I was just... so hurt and lonely without her, so tired from working, I-I didn't know what I was doing and all this alcohol I drunk... I knew it I shouldn't have drunk. I'm sure she didn't cheat but even if she did I love her so much that I can't let her go. No, no... I can't leave things like this...absolutely not! This relationship isn't over!

Your POV

You're in your car now and don't know where you're going. You had no home. The apartment you used to live in was no longer yours because you left it since you moved in with Michael.

You pulled over and stopped the car. You were too emotional to drive. You had to get your thoughts together... figure out where to go. Then you decided to call your best friend Daniel. You and Daniel had known each other ever since first grade and were really good buddies. But unfortunately, ever since you met Michael, you weren't paying much attention to Daniel, in the sense of being his friend. You were holding the phone in your hand and were thinking weather to call him or not. You decided to do it even though you weren't sure if he'll take your call.

You dialed his number and to your surprise he picked up:

Daniel: "Hiii, YN, it's been a long time? What's up?" you can't believe how nice he was to you, considering the fact that it was this late at night.
YN: "Daniel, I'm sorry I'm calling so late but I just...I...I" you burst out crying.
Daniel: "Are you ok?"
YN: "I-I... no I'm not" you said trough your tears.
Daniel: "Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you! Tell me now!"

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To be continued