Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Shock

Michael POV

I put on a white silk shirt after applying my pants. Whit was gone for about ten minutes and I was already missing her. How am I gonna live the rest of my life without her. I heard a ripping sound and turned around. Jasmine was ripping something.

THE DIVORCE PAPERS!

I screamed and snatched it from her. She started to cry. I couldn't hand these in, covered in saliva and was completely tore up. I groaned and Jasmine was in a full on, temper tantrum. I guess she doesn't want the divorce to happen. I hand the papers back to her and she immediatly hushes up and resuming tearing the pages.

Whitney showed up in the doorway, crying like how her daughter was two seconda ago. I immediatly open my arms and she runs into them and breaks down like a baby. Confusion smacked me and I rubbed her back smoothly.

"Whoa, honey. What's wrong?" I asked gently.

She shoves me a note and I open it up.

I guess he's in good hands now, huh? He's with his Daddy while I watch over. I like that he has someone to call Daddy unlike me. I had no Father growing up. I still don't. Please tell Whitney I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. I meant for non of it happen. I only wanted for my son to have his Daddy involved in his life. That's all.

I'll See You Soon,
Jeana Sandol

I frowned and began to piece together the puzzle. Jean's dead. D-E-A-D. Never coming back. Ever. I wasn't gonna cry because it wasn't like I was with her. Don't get me wrong, this is a terrible thing but why is Whitney in hysterics she wasn't the one that had a baby with Jean.

"I'm sorry." Whit sobbed. "For everyhing. I'm-"

"Shh...don't say you're terrible. Okay? Just, shh."

I pulled the covers back for her and called Maria up. I asked her to put Jay to sleep and she took her with a smile. I locked our doors and as if she was a kid, tucked her in.

"I sleep in the guest house." She muttered.

"See that picture?" I pointed to picture of us in the sky above the bed. "This is our room."

"No. I'm not-" She began.

"Oh my gosh! Just shut up. Please."

"I refuse." She crossed her arms.

"You know, this is the reason why we're going through this. Every simple thing is an argument."

"That's how marriage is." Whitney nodded.

"No."

Whitney bursted out in tears. She must be PMSing. Jean death was a terrible thing but Whitny hates her.

"I don't." She said as if she read my mind. "I hate myself for all this. For the drugs and sleeping around."

I shush her the best way I could and got under the covers so I could hold her and not be uncomfortable. I softly tell her to stop crying and to go to sleep. I was personally tired but my wife, for some unknown reason was grieving over the death of someone she hates. This is gonna be one long night. Whitney laid her head on my chest and I let her tears ruin my shirt. After a while, her sobbing went down and she fell alsrep.

-

I woke up hours before everyone. Maybe around five in the morning. Not even the animals were up. I went outside with my notebook in my hand and climbed in my favorite tree. I looked over the other trees and saw the sun just peeking above them. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to go back to sleep.

I just start writing about my feelings. About how I feel mostly about Jean. I'm gonna admit, I cried. I cried and cried and cried. It's such a shame. Why did she have to die? What did she do so wrong to die. But then again, everyone dies. No matter how you die or when you die, you just die.

I heard a voice next to me.

"Why ya up so early?" Whitney asked.

"I can't sleep, sweetheart. And today he's coming over and..."

"Do you really wanna divorce?" She asked quietly.

"Of course not but it seems like you're not happy." I replied.

"All marriages go through stuff." She reminded me. "Jasmine doesn't want us to divorce. She ripped up the papers."

"I saw. Little devil." Nippy laughed.

A freaking fairy tale. This is my marriage. We always make up and realize that we really do love each other and never wanna let go. I'm glad that we're able to get past these things.

"So, I was wondering, where ya wanna go for our sixth anniversary?"

Whitney looked at me and smiled. "The Bahamas."

-So the book is now really coming to end 📖 . Two more chapters and the book is done .📚😕

-The world has lost it's fire .🔥🔥🔥✋

-Ms. Medina was tryin' to get crazy today😄 . She asked me how would jail be if I was in it ✋ . I d.a told jer she look to'(prounce in ghetto way like "tow") up from the floor up 😌 ☝✋ ☺Rafiki lookin' bitch . 🐒

-Nah but I d.a love Ms. Medina❤✊ . Dats my fav teacher 🙌. She play too much tho . 👏😁😄

-ChunkyMonkey🙊