The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Maeve's POV

It kind of felt unreal to dance with Michael in my kitchen. He gladly took the lead and I was thankful for that.

When we neared the end of the song he surprised me by spinning me and catching me in his arms. Our noses were nearly touching, we were really close. I forgot how to breath for a moment, so he finished the song without me.

"Who's bad?" he sang, keeping our eyes connected.

A lose lock of his black hair fell down from the top of his head stroking the side of my face lightly.

Our position remained unchanged with our eyes locked into each others. I had one hand on his shoulder for support snd one on his chest.

I got lost in his beautiful eyes and I swear he started to lean in when a burnt smell hit my nose.

"Oh no, my pancakes" my eyes grew large and I jumped out of his arms.

When I checked the pancakes they were completely burnt, so i put them aside and started on new ones.

I tried to focus on cooking in hope to cool down my cheeks that are bright red by now.

In the corner of my eye I saw Michael leaning against the counter next to me. He was smirking.

"You never told me you are a fan" he said.

"I don't know where you get that impression from" I tried to play it cool but failed miserably when I blushed even more, although I didn't know this was possible.

I just pretended I didn't notice and continued making breakfast. As I put the pancakes on two plates I felt his hands on hips suddenly spinning me to face him. He then leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"Your face says it all" his voice was deeper than normal and I felt his breathing against my ear.

He then let go of me, leaving me completely speechless while he took the plates and walked over to the table.

Michael's POV

We ate breakfast in a comfortable silence. While eating I looked at my surroundings. Her house wasn't big with the kitchen being the largest room in the house.

From where I was sitting I could see a small living room. I noticed there was no TV in the room, instead there was a huge bookshelf taking up most of the room.

I looked over to Maeve who was concentrating on eating and noticed there was one picture hanging on the wall behind her. In fact that was the only picture in the whole house I could find.

On the picture there where two young girls, both blonde, smiling widely. They were sitting on the stairs in front of a beautiful house. I recognized one to be Maeve. The other one looked similar to her but her face was slimmer than Maeve's. I guess that's Nicole, her sister. She had her arm around Maeve's shoulders.

Maeve noticed me staring. She didn't have to turn around to know what I've been looking at.

"This was taken when we spent the summer in Malibu at our family's beach house" she explained while smiling.

Although she was smiling she looked a little sad.

"I must have been 10 or 11" she paused. "Life was great back then."

I was about to say something when I heard her voice again. "Are you free today? I'd like to take you somewhere."

"I'm all yours today" I answered. "But I need a change of clothes. So it would be nice if we could stop at Hayvenhurst first."

Maeve smiled at me and nodded.

We soon were on our way and after a short stop at Hayvenhurst we continued our journey to god knows where.

It took some convincing to keep Bill from following us but Maeve assured him we would go somewhere private.

"So where are we going?" I asked her.

"I owe you some explanation" she answered while looking at the road.

"Maeve, you don't owe me anything."

She shook her head. "I want you to understand."

The rest of the drive was spent in silence. After a while the car came stopped and I noticed Maeve looked blankly at the massive gate infront of us.

A huge sign hung next to it. It read "for sale" along with a phone number.

"I hope they didn't change the locks" Maeve said while leaving the car.

I stayed in the car and watched her open the gate with success. She ran back to the car, drove it through and locked the gate afterwards before driving down the only road of the property.

We were surrounded by a beautiful landscape that transitioned from forest to meadows. You could tell that the property has been left for a while now because nature was growing wildly.

We drove through another small forest before the road parted. Maeve stayed right and lead us to a huge beautiful mansion that was built in european style.

She stopped the car and got out. I was focused on my surroundings. I noticed many paths that were nearly fully covered by plants and a large fountain infront of the house which was nearly as big as Hayvenhurst.

In the distance I could see some smaller houses which I guessed were guest houses.

A knock on the window brought my attention back to Maeve.

"Are you coming?"

I left the car and followed Maeve as she walked a path which lead to the back of the house.

Maeve's POV

Home.

It feels so surreal to be here after all these years. Many memories flashed my mind as we silently walked the path that'll lead us to the place that changed everything.

"What is this place?" I heard Michael ask from behind.

"Just a little longer, Michael. I'll explain everything."

"Wow, Maeve this is beautiful" he was so in awe with the view as we walked up the hill which was more like a small mountain.

We reached the top of the hill where we stood at the edge. From this point you had a breathtaking view over the entire property.

"Wow" I heard Michael say next to me. I sat down a few feet from the edge by a huge rock and watched him admire the scenery. After a while he joined me.

"It's been a while since I've been here" I started. He faced me, not saying a word.

"We used to hide up here. This is the place where I had my first sip of alcohol, my first cigarette and" I paused, looking at my lap, playing with the ground beneath me.

"And where I sat when Nicole took her last breath" I added while a single tear rolled down my face.

"I haven't told you about her because even after all these years it still hurts so much."

More tears rolled down my face. Michael took my hand and squeezed it. He didn't say a word.

"It was her birthday, you know" my voice was quiet.

Michael looked at me confused. "March 16th, 1980" I added and he knew exactly that this was the date I was first drugged, then raped and nearly died.

"Mum and dad were out of town and Nicole wanted to celebrate with her new boyfriend. I didn't want to" I pulled my knees up to my chest hugging them tightly. Michael watched me with sad eyes.

"We ended up going anyway. And you know the rest of the story."

I don't know how long we sat there in silence when Michael finally spoke up.

"Maeve, I'm so sorry this happened to you" he said. His voice calmed my nerves a little.

I just got started, unfortunately this is not the end.