let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

horror in the air

August 23rd, 1993

Ariana

I'm startlingly jerked out of slumber, right away my ears are suffused with deafening cries and the sound of glass being shattered. As my vision becomes less and less hazy from being rattled awake, I recognize the distressed man that is Bill.

"Bill, what-" I pull the blanket over myself.

"There's no time for explanations, you need to come and stop Michael." He dashes of the room, I jump out of bed, throwing on an old t-shirt and some pyjama pants.

I sprint to the main floor of the suite, my stomach becomes nauseous while my orbs gape at the condition the room is in. Every painting is ripped, every vase is smashed, the whole hotel room is absolutely trashed. I watch in shock as Michael destroy anything he sees in sight.

Dede's roaring wails bring me back to focus, I dart over to her, instantly picking her up. I stand there not knowing what to do for a couple seconds. So many emotions are soaring through me right now, I'm unbelievably overwhelmed.

"I'll take her to my room." Bill offers, I nod rapidly. I kiss her forehead before passing her to the older man, he bolts out the door.

My breathing starts to feel heavy, uncontrollable. Michael doesn't slow down on his rampage, in fact, I think me coming down has made it worse. Tears of fear brim my eyes. I approach him slowly, I place my hand on his shoulder. "Michael, stop it."

He ignores me and starts swearing, continuing his destruction of the room. "Fuck everybody!" He flips the table over, the wood breaks apart into separate pieces which just has me incredibly frightened. "Fucking liars!"

"Michael!" I shout, there's still no response from his frantic self. "You need to stop!" Tears are now streaming down my face. I've never seen Michael this angry. It's terrifying. Suddenly, the timber book shelf is shoved onto the floor. The loud sound of it hitting the ground so harshly shakes the room.

I'm as still as a mannequin, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I take a look around me. Everything in sight is absolutely ruined. I glance at Michael, he slowly slides down against the wall, his hands tightly hold his face. Muffled cries leave his lips.

I timidly walk over to Michael, carefully stepping over the shards of glass.

"Evil fucking bastards..." He mutters to himself. "Before I hurt a child, I'd slit my wrists first..."

I sit beside Michael, my sporadic inhales are still at their worst. Michael throws his head into my neck.

"I'm sorry, Ariana. I'm so fucking sorry." He sobs into my neck, a couple more tears run down my cheeks.

I pull his face up. "Michael, you have to tell me what's going on."

His body convulses vigorously along with his cries.

"Michael, what is it?" I hold back my own weeping.

"It's everywhere, Ariana. All over the media, the tabloids. Every news channel is reporting about it, it's all bullshit."

That still doesn't give me the answer I'm looking for.

"What's everywhere, baby?" Apprehension takes over me. Whatever it is, it couldn't be that horrible.

"It's all Evan Chandler's fault. He's-he's so evil." Michael shakes his head, bawling his eyes out.

"What's his fault?" My throat starts to get choked up, seeing Michael this perturbed had myself feeling so unsettled.