[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 30: You have to trust me

June's point of view 

Damn, he shouldn't be here. How come is he here? I hate his guts so much. I can't stand him. He makes me feel nervous and angry at the same time. I can't even look at him. 

"Good morning, sunshine" he said, joyfully. 

I didn't answer. I just wanted Michael to be in the car with us, to feel I'm not alone against this evil man. I feel so uncomfortable righ now, I can't stop thinking about what he did to me. I looked down at my wrist, and noticed that the bruise became darker. 

"You're so fragile", he said, looking at me wrist. "I didn't squeeze that bad." He began to laugh. Seriously, asshole? You think that's funny? You'll stop laughing when Michael will fire your ass. 
I didn't pay attention to him, and kept frowning, looking through the window. While Frank was laughing, Michael came in the limo. Thank God! He had this -fake- angry look on his face, and tried my best not to laugh. Actually, it wasn't that hard not to laugh, because I was really angry because of the jerk sitting in from of me. Michael sat at the opposite window, facing Frank. 

"Feeling good, Mike?" Asked a joyful Frank.

Michael simply nodded, looking at him. He laid his head on the window, the same angry face plastered on his face. 

"You don't look that good, you know." Frank said, laughing. 

"I'm feeling great" Michael said, trying to sound as joyful as Frank. 

"I have someone I want you to meet later today, after your visit at the museum." Frank said, smiling at Michael. "You'll like her." Frank added, looking at me with a smirk. 

Her? Who he is talking about? I tried my best not to seem shocked or even bothered, but I failed. I looked at Frank with a black stare, and laid my head on the window again. This man is trying to make me mad, and to break me, I swear. Michael nodded again, and put his sunglasses on, as he was wathcing the buildings passing through the window. Well, I don't know whether he's playing his role, or if he actually don't care to meet another woman. Maybe I'm overracting? I should trust Michael. I have to. 
As the radio was on in the limo, Michael's song Dirty Diana was playing. Is this a joke? I asked myself, rolling my eyes. Frank let out a barely audible laugh, but I caught him. I wish I could just slap him hard accross his dick face. Sorry, I'm being rude. But I really can't stand this troublemaker anymore. 
Whatever this song is about, I like it very much. It used to be one of my favourite song, but now, I just can't stop thinking about the girl who actually inspired this song to Michael. 

"Can you please turn the radio off, Kyle?" Michael soflty asked. 

"Yes, sir" answered Kyle, turning the radio off. "We're here anyway." he annouced. 

Indeed, we were here. We heard the roaring fans outside the limo, and Michael's bodyguards were making their way to the car, surrounding the three of us. When we get out of the car, I put on my sunglasses because of the photographers' flashes. It really hurt your eyes! I could hear some of them asking who I was, and Michael answered them I was his translator. They all didn't ask much more questions about me, Michael made himself clear about it. Perfect. 
We came into the museum, and a bunch of people were waiting for us here. Five mens and two women. Michael shook hands with all of them, just as his asshole manager and me. I was standing by Michael's side as I translated what one of the man was saying. He told him how glad he was to welcome him in his museum, so I guess he is the owner of that place. He also told him that it was a real honnor to talk to him, because he actually is a huge fan of him. Michael blushed when I translated this to him. How sweet he is. We made our way to the museum, watching at all the wax figures: Marylin Monroe, John Lennon, Charlie Chaplin... Michael stopped at Charlie Chaplin's statue. I knew he would. He really loves him! He asked me to ask one of the people who were following us what is the process for creating such things. He explained  to me, and then I try my best to explain Michael. He really seemed impressed. He told me the first time we talked together that he is curious about how people do to create things. He is himself a creative person: he writes songs (obviously), but also poems and he is an amazing drawer. 
Michael was competely in awe in front og Chaplin's wax statue. He was watching at every details: he was clearly fascinated. I think I heard him say five times "wow".