Who's Bad

F.B.I.

I was still sitting on the couch when Michael sprung downstairs. I was mad at him and I wanted nothing to do with him at the moment. How can he make promises like that and not stick to his word!! I was to busy calling him every bad name I knew to notice that he was smiling at me. After a few seconds, he became irritated and thought it was a good idea to poke me.

"Leave me alone."
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry??"
"Well that's one... How about a million more."
"Then will you forgive me??"
"Ummm let me think about it... No."

I got up and walked into the kitchen. I went over to the sink and turned on the water. Now probably would be a good time to wash some dishes. I heard footsteps approaching. Doesn't he have to be to work?? He would have left by now of it was so urgent. Wait... Why am I worrying about him?? I focused my attention back on the dishes.

"You're not really going to hold a grudge against me, are you??"
"Don't you have to be at work.. Obviously, there's something urgent going on."
"Nothing's more important that you... Now tell me what's wrong.."
"Nothing.."
"I don't have time for this! Every time you get mad you don't want to talk to me! I'm giving you the chance to tell me what's wrong and you're still refusing to tell me!" He yelled.
"Okay Michael... I'll tell you since you wanna know so badly. One, when was the last time we spent some actual time together?? You be so busy with work that you hardly find time for me!! And two, when was the last time you touched me?? Ohh I can answer that. It was 4 FREAKING YEARS ago!"
"You've been keeping track of that?"
"Is that all you can say! You're pathetic, you know that."
"Maybe I was wrong about loving you.. I shouldn't have saved you."

I tried to fight back tears. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. I finished the dishes and went upstairs to our bedroom. I changed into a white shirt with black shorts and black converse. I grabbed my iPod and raced back downstairs. Right now I needed to go for a long run. I walked out of the front door and stepped out into the sunlight. I closed and locked the door behind me. I took a deep breath and placed my earbuds in my ear. I took off running with no destination set. There was nothing like a good morning run on a beautiful day. After another hour or so, I stopped at the playground and sat on a swing. This reminded me of the moment when Mason took me out for ice-cream and then to the playground.. I mean yeah we probably were a little too big for that, but at least he did take the time out to spend time with me. I pulled out my earbuds and turned off my iPod. So there I was, sitting on a swing, lost in my own thoughts. Someone stood in front of me, blocking my sunlight.. I snapped back into reality. They wore all black along with black sunglasses.

"Excuse me... You're kinda blocking my sunlight there godzilla."
"This is no time for jokes madam.. Do you know where I can find Michael Jackson??"
"Ummmmm what do you want with him??"
"That's classified.."
"Then why should I tell you where he's located?"

He pulled out a badge and showed it to me. This man was from the F.B.I. Why would the F.B.I. be looking for Michael? I swear if it isn't one thing it's another.

"He's a very dangerous man.."
"Okay this was a nice talk and all, but I really have to go."

I stood up and the man took hold of my arm.

"Im sorry Miss but you have to come with me."
"Why??"
"My sources tell me you know where he is."
"Like hell they do."

I kicked him where the sun don't shine and took off running. So what started off as a normal day has now turned into a deadly game of cat and mouse. I've never thought I'd see the day when I get chased by the F.B.I. If my mom was still alive and she found out what I was running from the police, she would crucify me. I was running at top speed. I looked behind me and he was right behind me. I tried pushing my body over its limits.. My lungs were on fire and I couldn't hardly breath which caused me to go into hyperventilation. Then the weirdest thing happened. Someone reached out and pulled me behind a tree. They collapsed a hand over my mouth. I started kicking and screaming.

"Please be still. I'm not trying to hurt you.. I'm here to help you." A familiar voice said.

I stop kicking and screaming and stood still. A few minutes passed by and we were still silent. When the coast was clear, Mason took his hand down. I faced him and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

"Where have you been??"
"Around." He added with a light chuckle.
"I'm serious.."
"Me,too.. I've been moving from place to place.."
"Why??"
"My job.."
"Ohhh.. So how has life been going for you??"
"So far amazing.. What about you??"
"Not good and not bad, but I'm not complaining."
"You and Michael having problems?"
"How did you know about that?"
"We work together."
"Where does he work!! What does he do?? Why does he stay out all night long? Is he cheating on me??"
"Slow down.. One question at a time.. That's confidential, same thing as I do, special training, and I really don't know.. That's something you're going to have to ask him."
"What do you do??"
"I'm an S-ranked...... Ooohhh I see what you did there." He said with a smirk.
"So is the F.B.I. after you, too??"
"As far as I know, no, but we probably should get to your house.. It's not safe for you out here.."

He took my hand and lead me to his car. We quickly got in and he started the car. I gave him the directions and he sped off towards the house. In no time, we were at the house. He parked the car and we hopped out. I deactivated the alarm system and opened the door. He closed the door behind us and reactivated the alarm system. I crossed my arms and stared at him. He turned around and gave me an innocent smile.

"What you and him do can't be that bad, can it??"

He let out a nervous laugh and scratched his head. I swear when Michael gets here, his ass is mine.