She's talking to angels, counting the stars
Making a wish on a passing car
She's dancing with strangers, falling apart
Waiting for Superman to pick her up
In his arms, in his arms
Kierra
The doctor has me on bed rest for three weeks after losing the baby. Once I've swallowed my pill and water, I head into my bedroom to watch TV. As if I'm not already hurting enough, a Huggies commercial comes on. The baby they use looks exactly like how I imagine me and Michael's child to look. Tiny little curls, juicy little cheeks. Tears slowly begin to fall onto my cheeks as I watch a mother hug and kiss her baby. I wish I could do that. I flop on my bed and curl into a ball, sobbing. I hate this, feeling so helpless, so vulnerable, and so damn guilty. The doctor told me everything would be okay and not to blame myself. But, I can't help it. I feel trapped in my house because when I do try to go outside, all I see are kids with their parents. And I don't even have my fiancé here to comfort me. He's working overtime, I know, but I need to hear his voice right now. When we hung up the phone last time, he told me 'I'll fix it, Sweets.' But how? The doorbell rings, stopping my sobbing. Who could that be? I trudge over to the door, only to hear the lock turn. I thought this asshole moved away or something. Jordan is standing right in my doorway. Taking a deep breathe, I send a quick prayer up to God.
Lord, I'm not trying to kill this man today. Send his foolish away from me. But if I do have to get crazy, let these reads be sharp as a blade and quick as a fox. Amen.
" Girl, I've been trying to call you for two days now! Where the hell have you been," he asks, slamming the door behind him and causing me to flinch. I quickly gather myself together and reply,
"Jordan, I am not in the mood right now." I turn to walk back to my bedroom, only to hear him say,
"Did I say you could leave?" That stops me dead in my tracks. I may be dying on the inside, but that doesn't mean I won't get Carolina Crazy on his ass and have him leave in a body bag. He better back that attitude up right now before I match and top his ass.
"Who the hell do you think you are right now? Because you are not my father, you're not my man, so you have nothing relevant for me right now," I scoff, continuing my trek to my bedroom. He grabs my arm and pulls me to him.
"Get off me!"
"Dammit, Kierra. Just listen to me. Listen to me, for once in your life." When I do finally stop fighting him, He looks me deep into the eyes for a few seconds, then he pulls me into a hug.
"Get off me! Let me go," I screech, attempting to shove him off. He does and starts to speak.
"Do you love him," he blurts out. At first, his question confuses me. But finally, I do get it.
"Michael? Yeah, I do. A lot," I reply.
"And I love you. That's why I'm happy for you, Precious." Wait a minute. Let me just- just process this right quick. Jordan's happy for me?
"What?"
"I mean, yeah. He may be a little out there with his way of living, but I've been noticing you glow. Whenever his songs come on, whenever you look at that bracelet, whenever you put on your ring. It's something I probably never have been able to give you and probably never will. You're gonna make an amazing wife, but not for me. For Michael. And I better be getting an invite to the wedding, first pew and all," By the time he finishes his little speech, tears are streaming down my eyes as I fling myself into his arms.
"I love you, Sweets, and I always will." Oddly enough, Jordan's speech gives me the spark I need to get this idea off the ground and into action. Once he's gone, I'm quick to call my boss.
"Kierra, you're suppose to be rest-"
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Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story
RomanceKierra Walker is a no-nonsense anchor for CNN. Her interview with Michael Jackson quickly shakes her tough interior