Kinky Accidents

Chapter 7: Sadness

(The day of Michael Jackson's death.)

Mavis's POV

The last week had been really rough for me. My father that have been around with was in the hospital and he wasn't doing very well and to make it worse my boyfriend Austin was away for interviews and such for his new movie 'Elvis.' This wasn't a bad thing but I just wish that he was here with me. He should be back in four days and the two of us text everyday, I don't want to ruin his trip as this is one of the best things to ever happen to him so I kept my mouth shut about my father Michael. After sending Austin a good morning text I made my way to the hospital to go see Michael. When I got there, there was a shift in the room. I walked to Michael's side. As much as I hate to say it he looks worse for and this broke me into small pieces. 

"Hi" I said in a voice just above a whisper.

"Mavis" He said stern yet weak as he had become so frail due to his disease. 

"I'm not going to make it" he said bluntly. I took his hand in mine, it was ice cold. 

"You can do it, I know you can Michael" I said tears streaming down my face. He turned his head to look at me and smiled. 

"I can't do this without you" I said sobbing between my words.

"You can do it, I know you can Mavis" He said, stealing my words from before. I continued crying my heart out.

"You can't leave me, all of your things are at the house remember? You have to get better so you can come get them" I said, the guest room in my house was filled with his belongings as he stayed with me before he went to the hospital.

"I know it will be hard" He said ignoring what I had said.

"You have to do it for me" He said. I sighed knowing that I couldn't help in any way, I kissed his forehead and he smiled and closed his eyes as his heart beat faded and faded and faded...

I stayed at his side crying for what felt like hours. At one point I threw myself on top of his lifeless body begging him to come back. I stayed for as long as I could and when I went home I headed straight for the guest room. I walked into the closet full of his favorite clothes and I sat and pulled them onto me, pouring my heart out into the fabric.

Austin made his way to the front door of our shared house ready to surprise me by coming home early. He opened the door and was met by silence. He then heard loud sobs with words like "no" and "come back" in between. He dropped his bags and sprinted upstairs to find me. He followed the sobs and ran into the guest room and then he slowly followed the cry's to the closet. He opened the door and sees me with my head buried in t-shirts and jackets.

"Mavis, baby what happened?" he asked putting a hand out for me to take. I did and when I got up I cried into his chest not answering his question. It clicked in Austin's brain and he hugged me tight and whispered sweet things in my ear. Austin picked me up and brought me to our room, he got the of us ready for bed and he placed me on his chest when the two of us got into bed. I haven't said a word to him yet but he didn't care. I eventually stopped crying and I looked at him, "he's.." I put my head back on his chest. Austin traced circles on my back, "I know" he whispered.

Austin spent the night comforting me and making sure I was okay and this made me fall in love with him so much more.