Birth Father

Stop The Drugs

Michael

I'm in my bedroom trying to sleep. I already took a huge amount of drugs. I need my babygirl.

"Pearl!", I call.

I see her getting in the room. She looks at me and gasps.

"Dad! What the fuck were you doing?", she yells.

"I-I was trynna sleep.", I stutter.

"You know that's not what I meant! How much did you take?", she asks.

I shrug and look down.

"Dad, will you believe me if I told you something?", she asks.

"Sure, princess.", I say.

She lays next to me and I wrap my arms around her.

"Murray wants to kill you.", she says.

I laugh and shake my head.

"Michael Joseph Jackson, what fucking bullshit are you on?", she yells.

"Nothing! He won't kill me. Chill!", I say.

She shakes her head and cries.

"Why are you doing this to me?", she cries.

I hug her tightly. She keeps crying in my arms.

"Baby, I'm alright.", I say softly.

I still have to be strong for her.. I hold her tightly.

"I don't want anything to happen to you.", she cries.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here.", I calm her.

She soon stops and looks in my eyes.

"If this jerk does anything to you, I'll kill him.", she says.

I hold her again and caress shoulder.

"I love you.", she says.

"I love you more, baby.", I say and smile.

"You'll stop the drugs, won't you?", she asks.

I sigh and continue hugging her not wanting to ruin the moment.