The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 31

Michael's POV

After yesterday's show I was driven to the airport where my private jet was already waiting to take me home.

It was around midday when I finally walked through the door at Hayvenhurst where I was greeted by mother who pulled me into a long hug.

Since I can't sleep at flights I went straight to bed. When I woke up again it was already evening and I found my family in the living room, watching TV and I decided to join them.

The news came on and I wasn't really listening until Janet shook me.

I looked at the TV and there were pictures of my BAD-Tour on screen. Apparently they were talking about how good the first leg of the tour went.

"However fans report that at yesterday's concert in Brisbane, Australia, the singer seemed a little distracted. He even shed a tear during She's out of my life and the fans blame his alleged girlfriend Maeve Harris for all of this."

The picture of her in the street of Sydney during our dinner with Stevie Wonder was shown.

"The fans believe that the girl causes Jackson nothing but pain so they wanted to take matters in their own hands. "

I was sitting up straight my eyes glued to the screen as well as everybody else's.

"Today when Harris arrived at her home in Los Angeles a small crowd of Michael Jackson fans were waiting for her. Here the exclusive footage."

Oh no. They showed Maeve's house while her car pulled up the driveway. You could see reporters and fans. When she got out of the car the screaming got worse. They were screaming different kinds of insults but Maeve seemed to be untouched, at least on the outside.

She quickly walked up the few steps to her front porch but stopped at the front door which was slightly opened. "Whore" was written in red on it.

"Apparently Harris only got one single item before leaving again. Hopefully she learned her lesson and leaves Michael alone from now on." The show then continued with the weather forecast.

Without saying a word I got up and grabbed my phone dialing her number but it went straight to the mailbox.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath.

I dialed Bill's number and he answered right away.

"Michael?"

"Bill, have you see-"

"Yes, where do you think I am? I drove to her house but she's not here and the fans outside are not really cooperative." he said.

"How bad is it?" I wasn't sure if I wanted an answer.

"They destroyed everything. And I mean everything. They went through every drawer, her bedroom is completely trashed, they slit her pillows open. It's a mess, Michael!" he sighted.

"She isn't answering..." I told him.

"Michael, what happened between the two of you?"

"I really don't want to talk about it..." I told him. "But I am an idiot and broke her heart, is that enough for you?"

"Yeah, I got it. I wouldn't be answering the phone, too." he laughed.