You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

25: You Don't Know?

I see a distressed Jermaine on the other side.

"Thank you." He says quietly as he walks in the house.

In relief, I sigh as I close the door.

"Jermaine, why did you write help? Why didn't you knock like a normal person?" I slow my breathing as that note almost gave me a heart attack.

"I didn't want to wake the whole house up and I left my key here by mistake." He gives me a sadden look.

"Well putting a note under the door to say help and open it is the most creepiest thing I've seen.  If I didn't see the note were you just going to sleep outside until daytime?"

"Yes..." He nods very seriously.

I shake my head laughing as I move aside to let him in.

"Where have you been? It's..." I look at the clock.

"It's 3am!" I try to whisper.

"Is that Latoya?" Michael croaks in a raspy voice sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

He looks up and sees Jermaine.

He rolls his eyes and goes back to sleep.

"I'm glad to see you too." Jermaine fake smiles.

"Well, I went to go see Hazel and try to get her back but she didn't even open the door, fully. She opened the secondary door and just stared at me through the glass door."

"I'm so sorry Jermaine. Maybe she'll come around but you need to give her time. I'm sure she's still frustrated. She pregnant as well so I'm sure she doesn't want to stress herself out because it'd be bad for the baby. I'd just let her come to you when she's ready to prevent anything bad for the baby's sake." I pat his shoulder.

"Is that Jermaine? I heard the noise." Janet yells walking from the hallway.

"You idiot." She thumps Jermaine on the side of his neck.

"Hazel just called me. Look, I commend you for trying and owning up to your mistakes... but you gotta give her time..."

"Alright." He takes in a big inhale and exhales slowly.

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It's morning and we still haven't heard anything.

Michael and I just woke up. I'm laying on his chest and he has his arm wrapped around me as we watch cartoons on tv.

"Y'all, something isn't right." Jermaine comes from the hallway and stands in front of the tv.

"What?" Michael asks as we sit up.

"Before I went to Hazel's last night, I went to the bar and contemplated on getting drunk but I decided against it, but when I went in I saw Jack sitting there with a couple of his friends and it was only eleven o'clock. We left his house around 8. There's no way in the world I'm drinking it up at a bar and laughing with my boys when my wife's missing. If he was worried, then he would have been out looking all night. I wouldn't have started drinking until at least 3am."

"Ok... that's a good point. But his wife is missing, I might gain an alcohol problem if Angel went missing and I couldn't find her." He shrugs his shoulders.

Aww. I smile a little on the inside.

"Yeah, but we saw him leave his house at 8pm to look for her, why did you only spend 3 hours looking? Annddd... it looked like he had more than three beers at that point and I know those took at least an hour to chug." Jermaine taps his chin inquisitively.