2003 (31 Years Old)
Brian decided to take Angel on a vacation in Europe while he filmed another movie. Michael and I left Vegas, he went to Berlin and I went back home to California to take care of my sick mother. I sit on the living room couch stirring my moms tea as she watches the news. "Is this good enough for you momma?" I ask passing her the cup. She takes a small sip and passes the cup back. "If it could be a little hotter, that would be perfect baby." She smiles. I grab the cup, taking it to the microwave in the kitchen. "Michael's on TV" she calls back. "Yeah, he's in the middle of an interview with this scumbag reporter... Martin Bashir or Bashire. Something like that.." I roll my eyes, bringing her the tea. "Martin Bashir?" She asked sipping the tea. "Yeah, hopefully it's almost over... he's been following Michael around all year, it's getting so annoying. Plus, I don't trust him." I sit next to her again looking at the tv. My mouth drops, shock and confusion fills my face overcoming any other emotion.
"People watch as Michael Jackson dangles his newborn baby boy over the balcony to millions of his screaming fans, putting his child in grave danger."
The TV news anchor said. "Why'd he do that?" My mother questions. I shake my head "No, something got twisted... I've gotta call him." I grab my phone and step outside. "Mike..hey." "Good morning" he says cheerfully, yet still, sleepily. "I miss you Jay Jay." I hear him smile. "I miss you too baby...is everything ok?" I respond "Everything's fine. Why'd you ask?" "Well mom and I just saw you on the news and it's saying you dangled Blanket over the balcony?" I repeat. He scoffs as I spoke "It was not that serious, I had a great strong grip on my child, I was simply showing the fans. I'd never hurt a child. Especially my own! You know that." "I know Mike.. I just wanted to warn you about the bad media heading you're way..." I sigh. "Thank you Jayla, I love you so much. You are always looking out for me. How's your mom?" He asks. "She's getting better, it's taking some time but at least she's better." I sigh from exhaustion. "Do you think you'd be able to meet me here in Berlin or do I have to wait until I get back to Neverland?" He says. I giggle hearing a small pout in his voice. "You have to wait." Michael has been smothering me lately and honestly, I just needed some space. I hear my mother coughing so I end my call with Michael to rush to her aid. "Everything ok mom?" I sit next to her grabbing her glass of water as she takes a couple sips. She nods her head. "I'm not dying Jayla, I just swallowed down the wrong pipe." She assures me. After burying my brother and my father, she was all I had so I've become very protective over her. My phone begins to buzz on the table. Sasha's name lights up in big bold letters. "Hey Sasha. What's up?" "Hey! So I've got some offers for you to think about. I'll give you my opinion and you give me your decision.." She says. "Ok shoot." "Diane Sawyer wants to interview you about your new album with MJ and the death of your dad. I say no because she's kind of rude, and she likes to throw people off. Plus, it's not doing anything for you professionally. What say you?" "No." "Ok, Martin Bashir wants to-" "Hell no." I interrupt. She giggles "okay. Um, this girl group called Destiny's Child wants you to write some music for them. They're a pretty hot group. They have decent numbers..." "How many songs?" "As many as you can." She says hesitantly. "Sure. I'll see what I have in the vault." "Cool, and you are nominated for 3 2003 BET awards and they want you and Michael to present the lifetime achievement award to James Brown. " I haven't been to an award show in a while. It would be nice to get dressed up for something like that. "I am definitely going for that. Michael will come with me for sure." "Great, so I'll talk to Matthew Knowles about the songs for destiny's child and I'll contact BET as well. Please be sure to tell Mike." She says quickly. "I will, thanks Sasha."
I met up with Michael at Neverland for his final interview with Martin. He looked great. I stood in front of him, fixing his crown broach on the collar of his shirt. Brushing his shoulders, I feel his finger poke my side. "Ow! Michael." I groan. "Sorry, I'm nervous. Martin says this interview is going to be really deep." He says. I roll my eyes and silently scoff. "I'm just glad that after this, things will be back to normal." I smile at him as I brush his shoulder one last time. "Mr Jackson, Martin is here." His body guard says. I stand on my tip toes with my arm around Michael's neck to pull him closer for a kiss. He gives me one last look and sighs deeply before walking out. I walk behind him wrapping my arm around him for a small hug, just to remind him I'm here.
I watch as Michael sat uncomfortably, shifting in his seat. He answered questions about his children not having a mother, the changing of his skin color, facial features, and questioning if he was a pedophile. "This is bull..." I mutter storming out of the room. I couldn't stand to sit there and watch him have to explain himself about everything he does. I stand outside the door with my arms folded, tapping my foot. After 5 minutes, Michael peeks out from behind the door "Hey...what's going on?" He says placing a hand on my elbow. "This!" I exclaim, my hands waving around us. "This is... Crap!" He furrows his brow and closes the door after facing me. "What do you mean?" "Michael... I can't just sit there and watch this man bash you like this. This is bull, why do you have to sit and explain everything you do? You're a grown man!" My anger makes my skin feel like lava. "Jay..." He begins, his hands grasping mine. "The only way things will change is if I just get it out in the open for everyone to see..." "But why?! You can't have anything for yourself. It's not fair you have to go through this to prove a point Michael.." I interject. He brings me closer to him, his thumbs rubbing my knuckles. Pressing his forehead to mine he plants a kiss on my hands. "I know you're frustrated...I appreciate everything you do for me. The best way for me to deal with this, mentally..is for you to be here with me physically. Ok?" I suck my teeth "I don't trust him Michael...I just feel like this will make things worse..." I pout as my face frowns up. Michael giggles "you're so cute when you're upset." I smile weakly and rolls my eyes. "Just be here for me please? We're almost done." He gives me a sweet smile, our eyelashes almost connecting. I nod slightly and we walk hand in hand inside to continue shooting the interview. He sits me at my chair and kisses my temple, sitting back down and winking at me in reassurance.
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