Addicted ➵ Michael Jackson ➵ Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 15 -"Silent Goodbyes"

"Move!"

Harry's voice boomed through the room as he motioned the gun towards the corner. Reluctantly I followed suit while Michael followed straight behind me. I felt him grab my hand and slowly squeeze while I looked at him. As we settled into the corner Harry's cell phone rang.

"Hello...yeah I got them.." i raised an eyebrow,that must've been Destiny I thought with furrowed eyebrows. I could feel Michael staring at me from the corner of my eye but I didn't bother in entertaining it.

"What do I do?" Harry spoke into the phone while I looked on. "Alright, see you then." With that, he hung up and faced us again. The gun was pointed straight at the both of us.

"How cute." He cooed, before cocking the gun back. "Harry wait. Don't do this, please." I begged softly while looking at him from underneath my lashes. Harry laughed at the begging tone in my voice and began to swing the gun around with a finger.

I could feel Michael reach to grab my arm but I slowly stood to my feet. "Cassy! Are you stupid?" Michael harshly whispered before going to grab me to pull me down. I had walked away before he got the chance and inched my way towards Harry.

"I wouldn't do that princess." He smirked menacingly before lifting the gun up to I was at eye level with it. "Why are you doing this? What is your purpose?" I curiously asked while standing my ground. The last thing I needed to do was show weakness infront of Harry. That would probably be the thing that gets me killed.

"We had a deal, you broke it. I told you what would happen Cassy. Why are you so surprised?" He tautingly questioned before pressing the gun against my chest. "Because this isn't you. This is Destiny getting into your head." He scoffed with a smile while shaking his head.

"Your wrong." He bluntly stated. I raised a brow. "Am I though?" I asked while taking a closer step towards him. "You won't shoot me. You can't." Harry's jaw tightened and he briefly looked away before making eye contact with me.

"Is that a challenge?" He asked, tilting his head. "No. It's the truth. " i answered smoothly and without hesitation. "Because even though you treated me like shit, acted like I was nothing. Im confident that the boy I met before, is still in there and still loves me."

Harry grew quiet but he still held the gun tight within his hold. "Sit down and shut up Cassy before I have to make you." He darkly threatened and cocked his gun in the direction to where Michael was who was now on his feet. "And your little boyfriend too." Harry continued, finally sparring Michael a glance.

I glared at him underneath my lashes before softly shaking my head. "What a bitch." I whispered before turning my back only to be dragged back by my hair. I winced in pain as Michael exclaimed my name. Harry smiled evily with his hands full of my dark locks of hair.

"Listen princess, this can get really bad really soon. So I suggest that you sit down, shut up, before I really have to put this gun to use." He whispered in my ear before throwing me back towards where Michael remained. A stinging sensation swimmed through my ribcage but I ignored it and lifted my self up slowly.

"Are you okay." Michael asked with concern, while pushing strands of hair away from my face. I looked in his direction and nodded through the pain. "I-I'm sorry for this. I never should have—"

"No. Stop, we'll get through this. Alright?" Michael encouraged, and even though I didnt believe it, there was too much hope in his eyes for me to deny it. I nodded my head and he gave a weak smile before he planted a kiss against my forehead.

Suddenly, the door swung open and there Destiny stood in all her bithy glory. Her smile was menacing and it nearly made me shiver until she spoke.

"Hello Michael." She directed towards the man sitting beside me. Her eyes landed on mine. "Bitch." she announced while her voice took a dark turn. I didn't respond even when she came closer after shutting the door.

"You two look comfy." She observed. "Must be because you took my husband away from me." I swallowed hardly.

"Destiny I didn't—" she interrupted me. "Did I say you could talk?" Destiny questioned while pulling out a gun of her own. I rolled in my lips but still held eye contact.

"Let's watch a video, shall we?" She cherrily asked while picking up a video tape and popping it into the player. The screen was dark for a few moments, until the images of Michael and I took up the screen. The elevator. That night. My mouth dropped agape at our bodies entertwining and him popping open my top.

"Destin—" Michael went to say but she held up a finger. "It's not over." Michael and I kissing went on for a few more minutes until the screen went black again. "Questions, comments." She paused and snatched me up by the arm. "Last words?"

My eyes widened in fear as she pressed the gun harder against my temple. "Destiny!" Michael yelled before jumping to his feet. "Take one step and she dies." Destiny said without any emotion whatsoever. I struggled to send a message to Michael through my favial expressions, but I did the best I could to tell him to stay put.

"Don't hurt her." Michael softly pleaded. "Why? This bitch destroyed me and my cousin!" Destiny boomed in anger while her grip grew tighter. Michael drew closer without her realizing it. "You don't have to do this though. What will you get out of killing her?"

"Knowing that she's gone will make it easier to sleep at night." Destiny answered darkly, still holding the gun tight in her hold. "Just put the gun down." Michael encouraged still stepping closer. Destiny narrowed her brows at him.

"Destiny." He called her name again while I looked on with wild eyes. "Put the gun do—"

Suddenly, the gun was knocked out of her hand and bullets flew. A painful cry pounded against my eardrums and I gasped loudly at the scene.

Michael, with blood the color of red coloring the front of his shirt, I didnt know who was screaming, until I realized it was my own voice.