𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑪𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒄 (Completed)

39.

Three months ago......

I stood outside the prison gates. It's been three months. Last time I've seen Michael was in the woods the day he was arrested. He proposed to me & I said yes. Ever since things have been different. I haven't heard from mama red still. Her whereabouts are still unknown. Beverly is currently in jail for drug possession. Apparently, her fingerprints were on the drugs as well. I knew I shouldn't trust that bitch. She was also charge for other crimes she did as well. She's going to be doing a very long prison sentence. Rot in hell, bitch.

My hair salon is still in business. The same rating as usual. And Diana? I don't know where she is, honestly. I just hope she keeps her distance from me & my shop. I've been thinking about visiting Michael for the longest. I had to think long & hard about it. I couldn't face him right away when he went to prison. I needed some time to think. And today is the day I visit him.

I took a deep breath & walked towards the gates. It opened, letting me in. I walked in the front entrance of the prison.

"May i help you?" The security guard asked.

"I would like to visit Michael Jackson."

"Sign your name & place any metal-like objects in the bin beside you" The guard said.

After signing my name, I put my keys in the bin. They gave me a name tag to put on. I clipped it on the side of my sundress. They scanned me real quick before letting me in. I was taken to a room that was similar to an investigation room. I sat down in the chair. I've never done anything like this before. Visiting a person in prison as a matter of fact. I don't think I ever seen this coming.

The door opened revealing Michael in handcuffs. They sat him down in the chair across from me. They uncuffed him & left the room. It was only the two of us.

"Solange, your here" He muttered.

I had to catch my breath for a second. He looks completely different. His curly hair was past his shoulders, waist-length. He had a little bread growing on his face. Not to mention, his voice has gone deeper. I don't recognize him anymore. He looked older then his original age.

"Hi, how've you been?"

"I'm in prison, what do you think?" He said sarcastically. Apparently, his mouth hasn't changed either.

"Are you mad at me because I haven't visited you in three months? Michael, I couldn't bare to face you after I heard the police arresting you that day. I had bad thoughts about you being in here. Being stabbed or worse."

"I can handle myself."

Maybe visiting him wasn't a good idea. His expression was not friendly nor happy. It was more of a nonchalant expression. I don't think he wanted to see me.

"Did i make a mistake of coming here?"

"I don't know, did you?" He leaned against the table. I noticed his right arm was full of tattoos. They were a bunch of names & broken hearts.

"I just wanted to see you."

"You should've done that when they first put me in this hell hole."

"I'm sorry."

"Its whatever" He mumbled.

I looked down at my hands "I miss you."

"I missed you too" He whispered.

I looked up "How long do you have to be here?"

"For twenty-five years, ten if I be on good behavior."

I let out a shaky breath, I held back the tears that was about to burst out. I didn't think I was going to be emotional.

"That's a long time."

"I can handle it."

"I don't think I can do this."

"What do you mean?"

There it was, the tears. It fell down my face like a waterfall. I sobbed right there in that room. I couldn't held it any longer. I felt his hand grab my mines.

"Don't cry, please. That is the last thing I want to see from you."

"Michael, I can't see you like this. Its hurting me."

"Its hurting me too. I knew I was going to prison sooner or later. But I didn't expect this soon."

"What am I going to do without you Michael?"

"You do the same thing you did before we met. We might not see each other how we wanted but we can always talk on the phone. Will that be easier?"

"I guess so."

"We can get through this together. I know we can."

I wiped away the tears "You know I still hate you for sleeping with Beverly."

"I know, I'm surprised you forgiven me so fast."

I chuckled "I'm surprised too."

I rose my hand up to touch his cheek. But was quickly stopped due to the unnecessary pounding on the door.

"We can't physically touch each other unless we're doing conjugal visits."

"What's a conjugal visit?"

"It's where they put us in a room by ourselves so we can have sex."

"We can do that?"

"Yeah" He arched an eyebrow "Are you thinking about it?"

"Maybe" I felt my cheeks burn. A conjugal visit doesn't sound bad.

"Solange, can I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Will you wait for me?"

I looked down at the ring. I still wore it after he proposed to me. I couldn't bare to take it off. I kept it on as a reminder that one day, we will get married & have a real wedding. But I thought about the waiting game. At the time, I didn't know how long he would be here. But now that I know, I don't know what to think. What if he doesn't get out in time? What if a new charge is brought up during his time?

All of this scenarios are roaming through my head like crazy. 

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know."

My eyes met his. The same chocolate brown eyes I saw the day I met him. They were soft, weak, & a little heartbroken. I love this man, i really do. I want us to get married & possibly start a family.

"Yes, i'll wait for you."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

He smiled, a smile that I miss seeing. He leaned over & placed a soft kiss on my lips. More tears fell down my face.

"I love you, Solange."

"I love you too, Michael."