Michael POV
"Where did she just disappear to?" I asked as we sat around the tree.
We are a few days late but Jezell threw a fit so we're celebrating Christmas now. Zayne dialed Jasmine and put it on speaker phone.
"Hello?"
"Jas, where are you?" I demanded.
She stayed quiet.
"Jas?" Zayne said,
"Yeah, ZAYNE?" She said. Ignoring me, wow.
"Where are you?"
"Y'all don't need to worry about me. I am fine. Have fun without the problem child! Gah!!!"
The line went dead and I groaned. "Is she serious? Oh my Goodness. Problem child?"
I walked out the room, too angry to deal with some damn presents. I closed the bedroom doors and a few minutes after, Whitney stormed in.
"Listen, I don't know what the fuck is your problem lately, dude! But you need to put it aside and put on a happy face because your kids are downstairs waiting. You know how Jasmine is. She will get over it, so suck it up. Michael, what's wrong with you?" She yelled.
My Dad is dying, that's what. He has some rare disease and is in the hospital. Even though Joseph hurt me as a kid, he's still my father and the thought of him dead, infuriates me. I hate it! So I have been angry and depressed lately but Murphy keeps me in supply of medicine to help. That's my buddy and he only wants what's best.
"MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON!" Whitney voiced echoed in my mind.
I started crying again. I felt so little. Without Joseph, there would be no Michael Jackson. Where would I be if he didn't do what he did? Selling dope? On the streets? He raised us gratefully and I respect him. As a Father, and mentor.
Whitney hugged me and we sat on the floor. She started crying too and I cried harder. Great. Now my actions are beginning to torment my wife. I need to get out of here. Take some time alone.
"Joseph is dying. He's dying." I whimpered like the broken and wounded person that I am.
Whitney hugged me tighter and kissed me. I didn't want to be hugged and kissed but her hold was so warm that I didn't want let go. She said she was sorry about Joseph and sorry for blowing up on me.
Eventually, my cries softened and I slept in her arms on the floor. I woke up in bed, Whitney next to me. She held my hand and pushed hair out my eyes.
"Hey." She said.
I tried to smile but couldn't. I got up and walked out. Everyone was still downstairs, Jezell in Cher arms. She's been crying. Originally, Jezell is the baby but because she acts more mature than Letty, we call Letty the baby.
"Uhm, I'm sorry about that, guys."
"No problem, Daddy." Brandon smiled.
Jezell got up and ran outside. Cherokee began to go after her but I stopped her. I went and found my daughter in one of the teacups on the ride I had installed for her specifically.
I sat down and motioned for the ride to start.
"I'm sorry. I just have so much going on, baby." I said as we spun.
She only looked down and didn't say anything.
"You're still my Munchkin."
"I didn't have fun at all this time, Daddy. Everyone was always arguing or someone got sick. No one pays attention to me."
"If that's how you feel but when everyone is here, you gotta pay attention to them too, sweetheart. You live with me everyday. A week and a few days won't kill ya, Munchkin. I still care about you. You're the last of the pack. You are well loved."
Jezell struggled.
"When ya mom was pregnant with you, I would read to you. She would claim you were kicking and it made me so happy. I call ya Munchkin because you're so small. I don't wanna see you grow. I want you to be a Munchkin forever. And I'm missing my Munchkin. She this tall, long black curly hair, smile. Ya seen her?"
"Me!" She scooted loser to me.
"My Munchkin smiles." I pointed out.
Jezell debated and finally cracked a smile. She hugged me a and didn't let go until the ride was over. I kissed her cheek.
"After dinner, we watch any movie you want."
"Deal."
She kissed my nose before hopping off and running back inside.
The warmth that radiated from my nose was something I haven't felt in a while. It was different from Whitney warmth, love of a spouse. But this is the warmth from a child forgiving her self centered Daddy.
- Watch Me Whip , Now Watch Me Nae Nae
-Yas bitch yas....
-ChunkyMonkey
