🧩🌈 Michael Jackson and the girl who has Autism 🧩🌈

Chapter Fifteen

A week later, Michael found a place where Cinnamon could do her training so she could be my service animal.

On the first day of my cat's training, I woke up one morning on my own.

Cinnamon came into my room and started meowing to get my attention.

After getting up out of bed, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and get myself ready for the day.

Once I was done fixing my hair, I made my way out of my bedroom to join my adopted family for breakfast.

Prince was already there and he was just about to begin eating the healthy breakfast that the Chef made for us.

Michael was a little bit upset with Paris and Blanket because they had been arguing all morning.

"If I hear anymore arguing from either one of you, then you'll be on punishment"!

I could hear them from the other room and the yelling was starting to scare me a little bit.

Prince noticed my facial expression changing.

"Paris and Blanket were arguing with each other".

He explained, as he sat down at the table.

Cinnamon nuzzled my hand to reassure me that everything was okay.

But I was still feeling a little bit scared.

Michael hardly ever raised his voice, unless he absolutely had to.

I heard footsteps from behind me and I jumped with a startle.

It was only Paris.

She looked like she had been crying a little after what happened earlier.

And then, Blanket came in just a few moments later.

I decided not to say anything to them for fear of making everything worse.

Michael walked into the kitchen and he saw us not doing anything.

"Eat your breakfast. We're in a hurry".

He said in an annoyed tone.

Not wanting to upset him even further, I immediately sat down at the table and began eating.

Cinnamon could see that I was in distress and she laid down on the floor next to my feet.

After breakfast, I went to the living room to read a book while waiting for it to be time to take Cinnamon to her first service animal training session.

When it was time to go about fifteen minutes later, Michael went to go call look for me and upon calling my name, I immediately stood up from where I was sitting and made my way towards him.

"Alright, let's go".

He said to me.

Once I was carrying Cinnamon in my arms, I followed Michael to the limo that was waiting for us outside.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. Did you have a bad morning"?

Bill asked the singer, as we got into the limo.

"Yes, I did. Paris and Blanket got into an argument".

Michael answered with a sigh as he sat down in his seat, along with me doing the same thing not long after.

Cinnamon sat down on the floor board next to me.

"I don't like raising my voice at them, and I was in a hurry to get there on time".

Michael continued.

Then, he noticed me staring at the window and not saying anything.

"Are you feeling okay"?

Michael asked, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump with a startle.

I looked over at him with tear-filled eyes and upon immediately seeing the sad look on my face, his parental instincts kicked in.

"Oh, sweetie. Come here".

He allowed me to sit down in his lap and I let out all my sad emotions.

"Shhh....shhh..".

After a few minute of gentle hushing, I was able to calm myself down enough so I could talk to him about what happened.

"So, when you walked into the kitchen this morning, you heard me yelling"?

He spoke gently, stroking the side of my head like a mother comforting her child.

I nodded my head up and down.

"Y-yes..."

Michael could see that I still had tears flowing down my cheeks, and he proceeded to grab a tissue that he had in his pocket and gently wipe away my tears.

"And all of that scared you"?

"Y-yes..."

I answered, nodding my head again.

Michael knew from my horrible past that loud yelling really frightened me a lot.

And then, I told him what Prince had told me at the table.

"Well, he probably heard everything before you came down for breakfast. Paris and Blanket were arguing with each other and when I asked them to stop a second time, I had to let them know that what they were doing was not okay".

Michael noticed that the fans were coming from different streets, and then he reached out and closed the shade on the window so we could both have some privacy.

"I'm sorry if I scared you".

I hugged him closer and he gladly accepted the hug and then I gave him a kiss on his cheek, and he giggled, making me smile.