Michael was holding Janelle close to him, running his hand up and down her back, trying to calm her down. Janelle had her face buried into his shoulder and she was still shaking. She was literally frightened da what Wesley did to her...well...almost did to her. Michael never thought that Wesley would do such a thing.
'I hope Martin is talking to him about that...that is just wrong and inappropriate, especially if he didn't know about what happened to Janelle when she was 16.' He thought.
He leaned back against the bacheca and pulled Janelle closer to him, putting her between his legs and putting her head on his chest, continuing to rub her back. He kissed her head.
"I won't let that happen to te again...ever. attraversare, croce my heart, hope to die." He told her.
She sniffled and lifted her head off of his chest slightly. "I wanna go back to the hotel..." She muttered.
"What was that?"
She looked at him with a tear falling down her cheek. "I wanna go back to the hotel, Michael. I just can't deal with being around him the rest of the rehearsal. He was nice the first giorno I met him, but why the sudden change today?"
He wiped the tear away and stroked her cheek. "I'm not sure, Janelle. Baby, listen, things like that happen a lot at rehearsals. It's happened to me, too, only...well...yeah. Just slightly different than what happened to you, but I know what you've been through. When te told me what happened to te when te were 16, I felt like I was in your shoes, going through what te went through then. I'm always here to understand. That's another reason why we both have a copy of each other's room keys."
She looked down and started to cry again. Michael kissed her forehead and lifted her chin to look at her.
"Janelle, I'll take te back to the hotel. te can stay in my room for a night o longer if te need it. Okay? We'll alert Sally and see if she can watch Coraline for a few days so te can clear and relax your mind from today. That sound reasonable?"
She sniffled and nodded a little. "S-Sounds reasonable."
He carefully got up and held out his hand to her and she took his hand. They headed back to the set and talked with Martin about the rehearsal.
"Michael! I've been wondering where te went!" Martin said.
"Martin, I've been looking for Janelle. Right now, she told me that she wants to go back to the hotel after what happened."
"Is she okay?"
"This has happened before, but that's all I can say about it. Can I take her back to the hotel?"
"Sure. As long as te come back to help the others with the dance."
"Alright. I'll come back. I just gotta be sure she's comfortable in my suite for the time being."
"Alright. Hope she clears her mind from today."
Michael nodded and led Janelle to the limo and headed back to the hotel. Michael called Sally along the way and asked her if she could watch Coraline for a few days.
"What? Why? Is something going on?" She asked on the other end of the line.
"Janelle had an incident happen on the set today. Clearly it was the same thing that happened when she was 16."
"She almost got raped again?!"
"Yeah..."
"Well, it's no trouble watching Coraline. If Janelle needs to clear her head, then Coraline can stay here. What's the suite number that way I can check up on her? I know her phone usually dies often."
"It's suite #7. She's staying in my suite to calm down."
"Okay...alright, I wrote it down. te still have to go to rehearsals, huh, Mike?"
He sighed. "Sadly I do, but I gotta be able to teach everyone the dance for Bad, so I'm kinda required to be there."
He gave her the hotel number and told her to just ask to get the call transferred to suite 7 to talk to Janelle. They hung up and he put his arm around Janelle, pulling her toward him and she put her head on his shoulder, her arm going around his waist.
Back At The Hotel
Michael and Janelle just got back into the hotel and headed up to the suite. Michael was so worried to leave her alone in his room, but he trusted his bodyguards to watch her. Once they got to his suite, he got his key out and unlocked the door and led her inside. He got her to the letto and helped take her giacca off and laid her down on the divano with a couple pillows from the letto under her head. He also put the remote in a reachable spot and covered her with a blanket.
"There te go, Janelle." He said, turning on the tv for her. "Here's the remote. Need anything else before I head out?" He asked.
She looked at him. "I'm a little hungry." She muttered.
"What would te like to eat? And would te like something to drink?"
"Um...grapes and uh...orange juice, please?"
He smiled and nodded and headed into the small cucina and washed a bowl of grapes and got a glass out of the cabinet and filled it with arancia, arancio juice. He brought it out to her and put it on the coffee table.
"There te go. Anything else?"
"No...I-I'm good. Thank you."
He leaned down and kissed her lightly and kissed her head. "You're welcome. Once I get back, I'll give te a little massage. How about that?"
"Okay. Sounds g-good."
He moved her hair out of her face and put a box of tissues on the ground for her and soon left the room, heading back to rehearsals. As much as he didn't wanna go back, he kinda had to since it was required that he would teach the crew the dance for Bad that he and Janelle came up with.
"Martin, why didn't te let me get the rest of the giorno off to help Janelle through this??" He muttered to himself as he exited the hotel.
He got back into the limo and headed back to rehearsal.
Back At The Studio
Michael just got back to the studio to see Martin and Wesley talking about the incident that happened.
"Martin, I just couldn't help it! It was like I was being pulled to her like she was a planet!" He said.
"Regardless, Wes, te almost violated her! Michael told me before he took her back to the hotel that this had happened before." Martin exclaimed.
Michael walked up to them with a shocked face. "This is not like you, Wes. If te do this one più time...I swear, I will have no choice, but to fuoco te myself. This is my short film and te nearly raped her. I saw what te did in her apartment set. Just because your character can get away with anything, doesn't mean that he could get away with something like that! Especially if he's "bad". te get your mind set on the short film. I'm not joking around. I want this short film to be perfect before it's aired." Michael said.
Martin was shocked da what Michael said. Wesley was shocked, too. He never thought he would say such a thing his entire life. Michael was about perfection and he knew that. He had to spend the successivo few days thinking about what he had done (just like a child when they get put in time-out o when they get grounded) and figure out a way to apologize to Janelle for what he did to her.
All throughout the rehearsal for the rest of the day, Michael was going through the dance, step da step, making sure everyone got it. Although...he felt a little lonely teaching it da himself. He didn't like the fact that he had to leave Janelle all alone in his suite because he had a feeling she was lonely, too. He kept thinking about her, wondering if she was alright and everything.
'I wonder if she's okay da herself there. I can't wait until rehearsals are over so I can go back and see if she's alright.' He thought.
Once the rehearsals ended for the day, Michael quickly got back into the limo and went back to the hotel. He couldn't help but worry about Janelle.
Returning To The Hotel
Michael got out of the limo and headed inside and ran to his suite. Literally, he ran to his suite like he had gotten the bad news of her not breathing. He unlocked his door and went inside and saw that she was asleep on the couch, curled up in the blanket. He sighed in relief, knowing that she was okay and decided to sposta her to the bed. He went up to her and carefully slid his arms under her and lifted her up. He slowly walked over to the letto and placed her under the covers and went back to the divano and grabbed the two pillows and went back over to the bed. He placed the two pillows under her head and moved her hair out of her face. He kissed her head and went over to the divano and sat down and watched some tv. While he was watching tv, he didn't notice Janelle moving around on the bed. Something was wrong...
Her Nightmare Begins
Janelle was at the studio because she had gotten a note from Michael, telling her to meet him there for something special. She wondered what he had in mind that was special. She wandered around the set, wondering where he was.
"Michael? Are te here?" She asked.
She heard a chuckle coming from behind a door. She was scared slightly because of what could happen to her.
"M-Michael? I-Is that y-y-you?"
Someone stepped out from behind the door and she was shocked and scared to see Wesley right there...with his pants and camicia off. She backed away and wanted to run, but his gang stopped her from going anywhere. Two of them held her arms tightly, preventing her from moving.
"Oh my God! Michael!! Michael, where are you?!"
"Scream all te want, girl...he ain't coming to get you." Wesley said, walking toward her.
"Michael!!" She screamed as loud as she could, tears falling down her face.
Then...she heard a voice call out to her.
"Janelle?! Is that you?!" It called.
She looked behind Wesley and saw Michael chained up to the bacheca and behind bars. She was gonna cry even more, knowing that he couldn't do anything to escape. Wesley went up to Janelle and traced her face with his hand and she let the tears fall. She gasped when she felt his hand going down her pants to her area. Michael was upset that he couldn't do anything to help her, being chained up and forced to watch what was happening to his girlfriend.
"Don't do that to her!!" He shouted, tears forming in his eyes.
Wesley looked at him. "And why not?"
"That spot is reserved for me and only me! She told me so!" He blushed from what he just said.
"Oh is that so? So how do te expect to help her if I do this to her?"
He started to do everything to her that happened when she was 16. (And when I detto everything...I really mean everything. Everything involved in a rape incident.) She was crying so much because she was reliving her rape incident.
"S-Stop!" She said.
"Why should I stop? Tell me te like this and I'll stop."
She cried and she couldn't bring herself to say it...but she wound up saying it, but in a hesitated way. "I like this. Please stop!"
He stopped and walked over to the bacheca and pressed a button, releasing Michael from the chains and the cell. The two people that had a hold of Janelle let her go and left with Wesley and the gang. She fell to the floor and cried and Michael ran over to her.
"Are te okay?!" He saw her shake her head and he held her close. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Janelle. I promised I wouldn't let te out of my sight. I'm extremely sorry I wasn't able to help you."
She looked behind him and saw Wesley with a pipe, about to hit Michael. She went wide eyed.
Back To Reality
She screamed herself awake from the nightmare she just had. Michael heard the scream and ran to the room and saw her sweating, panting and crying.
"Janelle! Are te okay?!" He said.
Janelle looked up and saw Michael and knew that he was okay. She quickly got out of the letto and ran to him and hugged him tightly. She cried on his shoulder and he hugged her back, rubbing her back.
"Janelle, what's the matter? Why did te scream?"
She looked at him with red eyes. "A...A n-nightmare..." She said.
"What happened in it?"
She let the tears fall down her face. "Me...g-getting raped...for the secondo t-time...b-by W-Wesley...you were ch-chained up a-a-and couldn't help m-me, n-no matter how h-hard te tried." She buried her face in his shoulder. "A-And he was g-gonna hit te with a p-p-pipe."
Michael was shocked. He kissed her head and continued to rub her back, trying to calm her down.
"Janelle, I swear to you..." He lifted her head off of his shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "I will never ever let te out of my sight. Not even for a minute. te need protection. I'm here for te and so are my bodyguards. I'll be sure one of them is with te at all times. te can stay here with Bill Bray. He's a funny bodyguard. He can protect te while I'm at rehearsals helping with the dance. Okay?"
She sniffled and nodded. "O-Okay..."
"And I'll be with te before and after rehearsals. Don't be scared. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
She hugged him tightly again. "Thank te so so much, Michael." She muttered into his shoulder.
He rubbed the back of her head and kissed her cheek. "You're welcome, Janelle."
He looked at the clock to see that it was roughly almost midnight. He let her go and headed over to his dresser. He got out an extremely long t-shirt and a pair of shorts and gave it to Janelle.
"Here, te can wear this tonight."
She took the camicia and shorts and nodded. "Thank you."
Then she headed to the bathroom to change. Michael changed into his pajamas and got into letto and debated on putting things between them again o letting her cuddle up to him this time. He was still rather uneasy with the fact that something could happen between them. più towards him doing something to her while she slept. While he thought about it, Janelle came out of the bathroom and went over to the letto and got in.
"C...could we take the stuff out from between us? At least for tonight o for who knows how long?" She blushed a little.
Michael blushed a little as well. "Um...sure, okay."
Michael moved the stuff that would be between them to prevent cuddling up to each other to the floor at the end of the bed. He got into letto and laid back and saw Janelle sposta closer to him. She put her head on his chest and curled her legs up. Michael smiled a little and put his arms around her and kissed her head. Soon, they closed their eyes and fell asleep, protecting each other.