The Eras Of Michael Jackson: Brotherhood

Chapter 7: Dirty Reflections of the Past

As Smooth walked through the doors of the mansion, he continued on into the living room to see the rest of the Eras crowded around Michael, who welcomed Dirty Diana back home.

"It's good to have you back, hopefully, you'll be here for a while." Michael looked toward Dirty Diana.

Dirty Diana returned a warm look. "Trust me, I will." 

"Oh my God, Smooth!" Bad rose up from the couch and went over to his brother, who was still disheveled from the skirmish at the venue.

The other Eras and Michael turned their attention to Smooth, who gave a small wave to the group as he went over to join them. Bad and Thriller rushed to his side and helped him onto the couch.

"I'll go get the first aid kit!" Dangerous ran out of the room while the others helped Smooth settle down. Dirty Diana sat on the ottoman in front of Smooth and looked him over, he could feel his throat tighten once his eyes caught view of his neck, not only could have he lost Bad to Diana, he could have really lost Smooth. He remembered that he was held at knifepoint too back when he dealt with her. He got off easy compared to Smooth, that cut almost went across his neck.

"Jesus, she almost killed you!" Bad motioned towards the cut on his neck.

"I know, but I got her off of me in time, the cut's not too deep, it's starting to scab a bit. Luckily I had my hand in the way, so she couldn't slit my throat all the way across."

Thriller grabbed Smooth's arm where he saw the tear in his sleeve. "Did she cut you anywhere else?"

"No, but she was trying her hardest to, she almost sliced my cheek open."

"I believe it, she tried near bit my lip off and tried to take a chunk of my neck too." Bad grabbed his aching neck.

Dangerous entered the room with the first aid and started to patch up his brother, Thriller and Bad helped with his injuries. Dirty Diana started to grab a band-aid until he felt Michael's hand grab him, he motioned him to step outside of the room. "I'll be back guys."

Everyone else nodded as they continued to help Smooth, Michael held onto Dirty Diana's arm as he led him into the kitchen. Dirty Diana sat down at the bar, while Michael searched for some tea. As he let the pot boil on the stove he took a seat at the bar beside him. "Now you see why I wanted you guys to stay home ?"

Dirty Diana only nodded, he couldn't look his elder in the eye. He remembered that day when he left the mansion, he remembered his arrogance and his defiance when he left against his wishes to live the rock n roll lifestyle. It came full circle when he first met Diana and when she came back to have her fun. It bit him in the ass tonight when he nearly lost two of his brothers, who literally put their lives on the line for his baggage.

"I'm sorry."

Michael rubbed his back as Dirty Diana started to cry, he rested his head against the cool marble countertop as his tears started to rain down. "It's not your fault." Michael leaned down.

Dirty Diana lifted his head up and looked at him with red puffy eyes. "It is my fault, Michael, I put my brothers in danger, they could have died, look at Smooth's neck! She nearly killed him! If he would have died, there's no telling what would have happened to you!"

"You had no idea what was going to happen tonight, you had no control over that woman's actions. Don't blame yourself for that, she's responsible for her own actions." Michael consoled.

"I should have listened to you back then, you were trying to tell me about women like her, but I wouldn't listen. If I did, none of this wouldn't have happened."