You sat in front of the mirror on your dressing table, brushing your hair. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at your watch, noting that the time was eight thirty. The morning was bright, and it gave you hope for the rest of the day. Your wedding ring glistened along with your hand movements, and after a moment - you heard the bedroom door open.
Your husband, Daniel, walked in. He had a tired look on his face as he tossed his briefcase onto the floor. He looked at you, and you could tell that he had been drinking all night. However, this behavior wasn't news to you.
For three years, you had been married to Daniel Peterson, a successful businessman. Your marriage, however, was far from successful. You see, Daniel was a violent man - and since you were his wife, you had become a victim of domestic abuse.
Many times, you had walked out - but each time, he would manipulate you, and you'd go back to him. He always claimed that he loved you, yet - his actions said otherwise.
You looked away from Daniel, turning back to study your reflection again. There were bruises along your neck, but since you worked as a makeup artist - hiding the marks wasn't a problem for you.
Your job was your pride, you loved what you did. You worked closely with Michael Jackson, and the team at work always treated you like family. However, no one knew what Daniel was doing to you, and you intended to keep it that way.
You stood up and grabbed your bag, making your way toward the bedroom door. As you reached it, Daniel grabbed your wrist - twisting your arm.
"Get me a glass of water," he commanded you, making you scoff.
"Get it yourself," you spat, making Daniel release your arm. You thought you could walk away, but he quickly struck you across the face - hard.
Your lip began to bleed, making you curse under your breath.
"When I tell you to do something...you do it," he snarled, making you a tad bit frightened.
"I'll ask Cara to get it," you blinked back the tears, referring to the wonderful house maid. "I'm late for work," you struggled to hold back your sobs as you walked out of the bedroom.
Once you shut the door behind you, the tears began to run down your face as you rushed down the staircase. You walked into the kitchen, where Cara was cooking.
She had her back turned toward you, but when she heard you - she spun around.
"Ma'am?" she frowned, walking up to you. "Are you okay?"
Cara knew of Daniel's outbursts - but she had never witnessed him in the act.
"Yes," you lied, blinking rapidly. "Please get Daniel a glass of water. He's up in the bedroom,"
With that, you turned around to leave - but Cara touched your shoulder.
"Ma'am," she whispered. "Is everything okay?"
You said nothing, pulling away and walking out of the kitchen. At this point, you couldn't wait to get to work.
~•♡•~
As you walked into the large studio, you were greeted by Karen.
"(Y/N)!" she exclaimed, running up to you and hugging you. You laughed a little, wincing a bit as well. You were bruised all along your ribs, and the force of Karen's hug hurt a little. When she pulled away, she frowned. "What are those?" she pointed at the bruises along your neck. Your eyes widened when you realized that you had forgotten to cover the marks up.
"Uh.." you trailed off as you began to walk. "Love bites," you grimaced a little.
"What the hell? No they're not!" she pulled your hand, but you quickly yanked it back. "(Y/N)!"
Your sleeve had rolled up, and the bruises along your wrist were on display. You pulled your sleeve down and groaned.
"Good morning!" Michael walked in, only to frown when he saw Karen's expression. "Or not," he raised an eyebrow. "Why are we so sad today?" he raised his eyebrows, making his way over to you.
Michael had always liked you, more than he should have. However, since he knew that you were married - he didn't interfere.
The truth was, you liked Michael as well - but you hadn't dared to say anything.
"(Y/N) had bruises all over her wrist, and her neck!" Karen pointed to the marks along your neck. Michael's eyes widened as he scanned your neck.
"(Y/N)?" he shook his head slightly.
"They're just...." you trailed off.
"Straight up bruises!" Karen exclaimed. "Is Daniel hitting you? Shit, I'll kill the bastard!"
"(Y/N)?" Michael moved closer to you, bringing his hands to touch your neck gently. "Oh God..." he whispered as he ran his fingers over the bruises, making you wince slightly. "Tell me the truth," he clenched his jaw. "Is Daniel hitting you?"
You stayed silent for a minute, closing your eyes before opening them again.
"Yes,"
~•♡•~
Michael stormed into the house, with you and Karen close behind. Once you had admitted that Daniel was hitting you, Michael could not be talked out of the idea of confronting the man.
"Michael!" you tried to pull him back, but he was stronger - continuing to walk ahead.
Cara ran out into the living room to see what all the commotion was about.
"Ma'am?" Cara frowned, looking at Michael, then looking back at you.
"Where's the bastard?" Michael addressed Cara. "Where's Daniel?"
"Michael, don't-"
"What the hell do you want?!" Daniel roared as he walked out of the room, making his way down the staircase. "I'm here!" he sounded drunk.
Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, Michael rushed over to him - punching him in the face. Karen stifled a giggle as you gasped.
"Michael!" you exclaimed, running up to Michael. "Stop!" Michael kicked Daniel in the groin before shaking his injured hand. His knuckles were bleeding from the force of the punch.
"You will never touch her again!"
~•♡•~
As you, Michael, and Karen walked back into the studio - you had a tired look on your face.
Michael's hand had been bandaged, but apart from that - he still seemed ready to fight someone.
"Daniel could have gone to the police," Karen shook her head.
"Oh trust me, he doesn't have the guts," you laughed a little before Karen shrugged.
"And for that, I am thankful," she giggled before walking off into Michael's dressing room.
You were about to follow, but Michael pulled your hand back gently. You turned around to face him, a small smile on your face.
"(Y/N)-"
You cut him off by kissing him softly, pulling away quickly.
"Thank you," you whispered.
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