The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Maeve's POV

My father is a dominant man. We weren't allowed to talk back to him. He never hit us or anything, but he made sure we always knew where our place was. I think that this is also the reason why he never took us along. After all men run the world.

When Michael ignored me earlier that day, I felt like a little child that had no say in anything. He took my voice and that makes me angry.

To clear my mind, I am at the roof of the hotel. I can think best when I am outside. It does sound strange, I know, but I can think better when there are no walls surrounding my thoughts.

I always have a package of cigarettes, for emergencies. This is an emergency. I am hurt, not only my arm but also my feelings.

He doesn't meant to hurt them and I do know that. I don't want to be a bitch. That's why I am here. I need to sort my thoughts before talking to him. Cigarettes help me with that.

Then he showed up, before I even sorted everything out. Sometimes it's hard for me to control my words, I don't want to say things I don't mean.

"What are you doing here, Michael?" I asked not making eye contact.

"I'm worried about you" he said. "And... I also need to apologize... for my behavior earlier."

We sat in silence for a while. The view from up here really is beautiful. I then pulled my package of cigarettes out of my pocket. I opened it and held it in his direction.

I was surprised when he actually took one out. I then pulled one out for myself. I used my mouth since my other hand is a little useless at the moment.

I searched for my lighter in the pocket and when I finally found it, I lit the flame and held it to Michael so he could light his cigarette before I lit mine.

I watched him taking a few puffs. Even while smoking he managed to look good. I couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't know you liked cigarettes" I said.

"I don't really. I prefer cigars."

"Of course you do" I laughed.

"What are you doing here, Maeve?"

I took a few deep breaths. "I needed some time to thing. I am a little hurt by the way you treated me and I didn't want to say something that would hurt you."

"I know, I treated you unfair and I am sorry about that. I should've shown more respect towards you, it won't happen again" he said.

"I know you were just worried. I really don't like men that tell me what to do."

"I should've known that by now" he laughed. "That's why you were so snappy towards Joseph!"

"I wasn't snappy! Well maybe a little..."

"So are we good?" Michael's voice was a little unsure.

I simply nodded. "I'm sorry I was being difficult." By now we both have finished our cigarette.

"I was right, by the way, it was good you went to the hospital" Michael said smirkingly.

I just rolled my eyes and started to walk away.

"Maeve" he called behind me.

I kept on walking. When I reached the door I slipped on my shoe and walked down the stairs past where Bill was sitting and where I slipped on my other shoe.

I then walked over to my room, opened the door and closed it as soon as I was inside.

I heard Michael bang on the door. "Please Maeve, I didn't mean to upset you.. AGAIN. I'm sorry!" I couldn't help but laugh at him.

Although I could only use one arm it didn't take long for me to pack a fresh set of clothes and all the essentials I need.

I then opened the door and walked right past Michael to the stairs that lead to the garage. Both men followed me curiously.

"Can we get McDonald's on our way?" I asked.

"Um... yes of course? Anything you want, but where are we going?" Michael asked confused.

"We're not staying here, Michael. The concrete on the street is more comfortable than these beds!"

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"HEY" I screamed. "That's one of my chicken nuggets!"

"Sharing is caring" Michael smirked while putting the chicken nugget in his mouth.

Because I was already handicapped I didn't fight him. I didn't want to loose. So I just continued eating and waited for justice.

I was sitting on one of the couches of his hotel suite while he was sitting opposite the small coffee table on the floor.

He was distracted for a short minute by his phone ringing. I took the opportunity and grabbed his half eaten burger and stuffed it completely in my mouth.

He declined the call and was about to grab his burger. He looked confused when his burger wasn't there where he'd put it. His head lifted to meet my gaze and when he saw my stuffed mouth he couldn't hold back laughter.

"Your crazy, girl!"

I took a while for me to chew and swallow the burger. "Justice will always win" I told him.

He laughed and shook his head before he continued eating his fries.

"Does it hurt much? Your arm?" Michael then asked.

"I've felt worse" I answered him truthfully.

"Bill has your pain meds if you want them" he offered.

"No, Michael. I don't want them!" I snapped back at him.

"Are you scared of getting addicted to them?"

I simply nodded while trying to focus on the pattern of the rug beneath the table. I didn't want to face him. I didn't want to see his disappointment.

"Have you been addicted to painkillers before?"

I nodded again, still not looking at him.

"Maeve, you don't have to be ashamed because of that! You know, I also had trouble with painkillers."

That was when I finally looked at him. I looked at his eyes, they were telling the truth.

"After the Pepsi incident I couldn't live without them. It took years for me to quit. Especially because the scar still bothers me to this day. But if you like I can send Bill to get you painkillers that are safe to use. Some without opioids. You won't get addicted to these" he said.

A single tear ran down my face. "Michael, I had no idea."