...If Michael Only Knew...(On Hold)

1958-1987? (Oct. 4. 1987)

'Now Mr.Jackson, as people who actually respect you would call you, I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to answer my question okay?" Lamar yelled. Michael stopped struggling and raised an eyebrow at him. "The FUCK are you talkin' bout, man?!" He yelled. Lamar slapped Michael and cleared his throat. "Tell me Michael. Just admit it...IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Lamar fussed and he slapped Michael's red face again. "What? Admit what? What'd I do man!? YOU'RE CRAZY!" Michael replied. Lamar looked up and gazed at the ceiling. "Michael, just tell me. Are you the reason that me and Maria ended the way we did?:" Lamar asked as he rubbed the knife up and down Michael's cheek. Micachael took a deep breath and sighed. "What the fuck Lamar man? Is THIS what this is all about? You think that me and Maria have a thing?!" Michael asked. Lamar laughed."Nah man, it's because I know you do!" Lamar yelled as he attempted to stab Michael in his chest. Michael quickly grabbed Lamar's wrist and bent it back. "Shit!" Lamar winced.The knife fell from Lamar's hand and landed on Michael's right side. Michael punched him in the face with his other hand and Lamar landed on Michael's chest. Michael rolled over, got on top of Lamar, who was dizzy, and held the knife to his throat.

"Now, you listen to me man, me and Maria are JUST FRIENDS. Best friends at that!" Michael fussed. Lamar tried to speak up but Michael punched him. "You shut your ass when I'm fucking talking!" Michael yelled. "Maria. Maria Honesty Cooper. My Stanka, my best friend,the girl I've spent my entire life with, the girl you dated, the girl that loved you...how could you do her like this? Hm? You know, I didn't know that her injuries were that bad Lamar man..." Michael said slowly. He appeared to be loosing his mind. Lamar just laid there and smiled deviously. "And it was worth it too Mike." Lamar smiled. Michael fake giggled at Lamar's smartass remark. "...Was she good? Was she that good man? That you had to whip her ass like that? Hm? I hope raping a woman and getting her pregnant was worth it..." Michael smirked. "Worth what?" Lamar asked. "Your life." Michael pressed the knife down on Lamar's neck, but he caught himself. "No, no, no. Killing you would be too easy man. I'm not gonna do that...I've got something better in mind..." Michael said as he slowly got off of Lamar . While pointing the knife towards Lamar, he slowly walked backwards towards and little round table that had a drawer. Michael opened the drawer and pulled out a .44 caliber pistol.

Lamar threw his hands up and gasped jokengly. "Awe man bro. You're gonna shoot me? Hm?" Michael shook his head. "Nope. I'm gonna make a phone call, and you're gonna sit there and shut the fuck up or I'm gonna shoot you..." Michael walked over to the phone. While pointing the gun directly at Lamar's head to keep him quiet, he dialed up to Slash's room. "Yeah, what's up man, listen...I need a favor alright." Michael paused for a second to allow Slash to reply, "...Seem's like Lamar hasn't learned his lesson  yet man...I'm gonna need for you to bring some rope and some handcuffs. I'll explain all that later Slash alright? Oh yeah, and can you tell Lisa to come scoop up Maria please, and let her spend the night? I don't want her to see us like this..." Michael smiled and looked into Lamar's eyes. Lamar jumpped. He had never seen such and evil look on Michael's face. A look of anger. A look of deviousness... A look of payback.

*Maria's POV*

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*Crying Hysterically*

I have no idea why Lamar is so evil towards me! I just hope that Michael's okay! I can't hear anything through the bathroom walls! I think they're soundproof, I don't know. I'm just so ready to get the hell out of Japan man! I don't understand! It may not seem like Lamar went to jail, but he DID! I don't know how the hell he got out, and I don't know how the hell he keeps knowing when Michael is out of the room! Maybe he escaped? No, there is no way he could escape from the prison over here...Maybe, someone posted his bail? Maybe? But who? Who is crazy enough to let this mad man out of jail? I don't understand. Does he have accomplices? And if he does, do they know Michael? or me? I can't take this anymore! So many questions and nobody can fucking answer them...Wait. W-Who the fuck is that kncking on the bathroom door?!...