Ghost ❣︎ [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 30

I huddled in Michael's arms the next few nights. I was scared to even get up to go to the bathroom. I was fearful of seeing Johnny's rogue ghost coming at me. I did not know what to do.

If it was one of the Lost Boys whom had killed off Johnny then it was all my fault. I did not protect Johnny. I did not get the Lost Boys to cross over like I should have been focused on.

When in all of this I had been focused on Michael only. Now what? I was a suspect in Johnny's murder as well. Though everyone who loved me knew I did not kill anyone.

Even Janet and Paris knew I did not murder a soul. I never would harm anyone else. It was not in my nature. That did not make me a good ghost medium. Because I would not force someone to cross over.

I yawn as I close my eyes. The sun rose. I always slept better these past few days knowing the sun was up. Ghost tended to appear in the night. They gained energy through out the day. I felt so drained. I rest my head in the crook of Michael's arm as he held me close to his chest. Cradling me. I loved waking up in his embrace.

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"Myla, get some sleep" I hear him yawn. "I know you have been tossing and turning. You need sleep. You better call Janet and take the day off to rest" he orders.

"No I can't do that. I need to get back to work" I worry.

I glance over at my alarm clock. I had a few more moments to sleep in. it was only seven am. I did not have to be up for another hour or so.

I close my eyes. The alarm would wake me up. I could sleep as long as Michael's arm's stayed here wrapped around me. Such a safe feeling for entering slumber. Peace washes over my body.

Before I knew it the alarm begins to buzzes at me. When I wake Michael was out of bed. I hear talking downstairs. He was with my family. I get around to my day.

I yawn. I had dark circles under my eyes. Johnny did this to me. Why had he not contacted me again? What did he want from me? What was his game? I could not figure him out. I shake my head as I begin to put on make up.

Makeup did not work under these baggy eyes. Plus it was going to be hot outside today to. I slip into my shoes. And try to look my best for Michael and for work. I sure did not feel my best right now. That was for certain. I yawn as I make myself head downstairs. Everyone was already at the table. Mom had breakfast ready. Grandma looked concerned when she saw me come down. Everyone stopped talking.

Michael smiles at me.

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"Why did you not tell all of us Johnny make contact with you?" gram blurts out all of a sudden.

I blink. "Mike did you tell them? I asked you not to!" I ask as I look at Michael. He shakes his head.

"No not me" he says. 'I told you I would not and I did not" he declares.

"Grandpa told me" says gram. "he saw"

"Oh" I sigh. There were no secrets in this house hold. I sit down at the table with them.

"Did Johnny tell you who killed him?" mom demands to know. "so the heat can come off you?" she asks.

"No, not really" I mutter. "we did not have time to talk"

"What did Johnny want?" gram asks me.

"I don't know" I sigh.

"He was not himself" Michael speaks up on my behalf.

"I'll say" I mutter as I begin to pour myself a cup of juice as we sit at the table.

"Do you think it is wise you heading into work?" worries Mom.

"Johnny is as harmless as a house fly" I lie. "he would not harm me."

That I know of....

Michael raises his eye and looks at me.
He was not buying it to.

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"He would not. We are friends. Always have been. Johnny will come to me when he is ready to cross over. Maybe I can help him. Maybe he was scared was all. I never told him I could see ghosts" I explain. 'he must have been angered I did not trust him enough to tell him that I could"

"Sure that is all" scoffs Michael as he rolls his eyes.

"Shhhh..." I whisper. "he could hear us" I tell Michael.

"What is going on Myla?" demands my mom. "are you in danger? Is what killed Johnny after you?" she wants to know.

"I don't know! I don't know! Okay? I have no clue! Why don't you ask grandpa" I snap angrily.

"Hey now shortcake I was only looking out for you" my grandpa appears.

"Dad not now" mutters mom.

"I am going to work. Have fun" I snap. I grab a muffin to go. Then head out the door.

"Myla!" Michael calls out after me as he chases me down. "wait"

"What?" I say as I stand outside by my car.

"Have a good day. Please be safe" he begs me. "I am worried about you as are they. They have a good reason to be" he points out.

"I will be careful. I really don't think Johnny will hurt me" I say. "we had been friends"

"Had" he reminds me. "I don't think friends scare friends"

"He is confused. He will come around" I say.

"I hope you are right about that" says Michael. "I can't protect you like I used to be able to" he says.

He holds me. Then we kiss.

"I know. I will be okay" I promise. "I will call you if something comes up."

"You, promise?" he asks me.

I nod. "I swear" I vow.

"If Johnny comes near you call me" he demands. "do not try to take him on yourself"

"I will be fine." I say.

We kiss. I head to my car. He looks at me with worry as I get in my car to head to work. He crosses his arms. Watching me leave. I lied. I was worried. I did not know what to expect next from Johnny. I only hoped my old friend would listen to reason. If not, things were going to get ugly real quick!

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