Michael: *wakes up* *grabs his gun and a flashlight out of the nightstand* *gets out of bed*
Man: *walks down the stairs*
Michael: *walks closer* *shoots the guy* *runs up the stairs*
MJ: *cries*
Michael: *goes to the baby's room* *sees his bottle on the floor* *looks in the crib* *turns around* *looks in the closet* *goes to Jackson's room* *sees blood on the bed* *drops to his knees* *cries*
MJ: *cries*
Michael: *pulls up on the bed* *shakes Jackson* Jackson?
MJ: *cries*
Michael: *grabs the baby* *shushes him* I got you man. *kisses him* I got you. *goes to the room* *grabs his phone* *calls Brandon* *cries* I need you to come over now.
*An Hour Later*
Brandon: *walks in*
Aunt: I promise, we're going to find her.
Brandon: *looks at the body* hold up, I know him.
Michael/Aunt: How?
Brandon: I've seen him with Jacob before, they run in the same shit.
Aunt: *looks at Michael* *looks at Brandon* don't tell anybody else that, okay?
Brandon: When I find this nigga -
Aunt: Hey, shut up. You two, take the baby back to Ivan's house to be with him and Ciara. I'll finish up here.
*At My Dad's House*
Dad: This is crazy. Jackson didn't deserve this.
Michael: *clenches his teeth*
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