Whitney POV
Brandon is and isn't my son. I didn't give birth to him but his mom died when he was five so he became my son. It was this whole big thing with MJ denying this bitch so and after he cheated, she got a test and BAM. He's been with us ever since. I am glad I have at least one boy. Girls are just assholes.
Brandon and me were in my room, dusting picture frames. It was around nine at night. Letty took Jezell to see a movie, Cherokee and Zayne are picking up everyone's medication, Michael was spending the day with his daughter and boyfriend. He decided he wants to get to know Paul. So just me and my boy.
"Mommy, what was Jeana like?"
I froze. We never discussed his mom.
"Well, all I knew about her was that she's had an affair with Michael, uhm...said you were his...denied it....uhm...they had sex again but someone was teaming up with her to help her prove that you are a Jackson. After that she died from cancer." I explained.
"Who?"
"Her name was Tatiana... The bitch from the video, The Way You Make Me Feel. I hate her so much. She slept with your dad when I was at the rehab center, then again when I was across the country. Why are you asking?"
"I wanted to know if you would tell the truth." He said.
"When you came, Jasmine was still a baby and gah you loved her. Always kept her entertained. You was a very polite child. Then they diagnosed you with cancer while I was pregnant with Cher. Doctors said you need a kidney, and we have the same A- blood type. I think your mom had it. Anyway, they said you wouldn't make it for nine months and that if I gave my kidney then, I couldn't have my baby. So Michael didn't wanna watch you suffer. He told them to make sure you're a comfortable as possible until you get the kidney."
"Then-"
"When I was nearly nine months pregnant, Janet was driving me to the sonogram because MJ was at a meeting. We got in an accidnet. And while I slipped in and out of consciousness, giving birth, I made them promise they'll give you my kidney. I was dead after that, well dying. Then suddenly, Michael voice hit me and I searched for him until I found him. I showed him the stitches and told him to go find you."
"You were still in operation, so I went to check on Cherokee. She barely made it. But you two did. Anyway, after surgery, I saw you. It was amazing how good you look already. I cried." A voice said.
Michael was standing in the door way. "I heard it all."
"So, until I was five, you believed I wasn't your son?" Brandon asked to clarify.
"Me and Jean was having an affair and she was seeing other men. I cut her off and months later, she pregnant. What was I supposed to do, but I was the happines man on Earth when it was proven that you are my son, okay?" Michael hugged Brandon and told him we need a minute.
"What the hell, Whitney?" Michael frowned.
"What?"
"Why are you telling him these thing?" Michael was fuming.
"Damn, mother fucker, you on ya period? Ain't that serious. Calm down."
"No! I don't want them knowing this!"
I blew up. "You're Michael Jackson, they can look you up on the web and it says it! What is ya fucking problem?"
"I'm not happy."
"What the f---. Where did that come from?"
"I...I just...where's my meds?"
I watched as he walked to his nightstand and opened it. He got out one fat bottle and shook five pills in his palm. I rushed over to him.
"Don't touch me!" He yelled.
I was in shock. Never in our twenty seven years has he acted like this. It made me wanna hold him for some reason.
"I gotta go."
I ran to the door and stopped him. "No! If you wanna end, wait until the kids leave first. Just lay down, please."
Michael nodded and fell on the bed. He asked me to lay with him. I went over and he broke down in hard weeps.
-I'm trapped in the closet .
-ChunkyMonkey
