Michael POV
Our first meeting with Zayne was very, very annoying. It was just questions on top of questions on top of questions. Zayne looked pretty nice in camouflage pants, brown Tims, and a black shirt. Looked like she was about to go to war rather than helped her parents redeem their selves.
"So can I have a run down on your marriage?" Zayne asked writing on a clipboard.
I told her everything. How we met, when we married, cheating, drugs...all of it. Was I ashamed? Yes. I was rethinking this whole daughter-can-fix-us thing.
"So, you both have some issues. Mr. Jackson...why did you cheat?"
"Because your mother was in rehab the first time and I was lonely. The second time was because she was across the country. Listen, I am a man. I have needs."
Zayne nodded.
"Mrs. Jackson?"
"I have no idea. Maybe because I was desperate. I mean, I lived with a vigina at the time so..." Whitney shrugged.
"You know what I see when I look at you? Failures! You are going through this because ya'll don't know how to just come out and be honest. I'm transferring you over to the Marriage Boot Camp that I run."
Explains the camo.
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We got home late at night because Jez was at Lina house and her mom basically cried herself to sleep on our shoulder's. I didn't wanna end up like her. Jezell still wasn't speaking to us. I tried bribing her with McDonald's but she only looked out the window.
At home, she didn't allow us to tuck her in. She just went upstairs, showered and didn't even look our way when we asked if she wanted to talk. If this is her way of making us talk and reconnect, she's winning.
"She's very angry at us." Whitney said as we dressed for bed.
"Can you inject me. And she has a right to." I said.
Whitney injected me and I thanked her. I was already feeling drowsy. I laid down and pulled the covers up to my waist.
"Goodnight, Whitney." I said.
"Goodnight, Michael." She smiled.
After a minute, to let her know I ain't giving up, I kissed her cheek and finally the Demoral pulled me under.
I woke up to sunlight. For a minute, I lay there, blinded by it before my eyes adjusted. I heard someone singing loudly mixed with sizzling and things moving. I got up and went downstairs. Whitney was dressed in a flower dress, singing and cooking. I hesitantly took a seat. Is this a trap?
"Good morning, sweetie." She smiled.
"Hey." I said slowly.
"Hungry?" She didn't wait to hear my answer. She put a plate of food in front of me.
Poison!
Whitney smiled as I took a bite of eggs. She tussled my hair. Weird.
"So, uh, you're in a good mood." I said.
She sang a long note. "Yeah. I had a dream last night. I was in a pool of cocaine and Dem and God came and cleaned it up and showed me two coffins. Our names were on it. He said if we keep doing this, we'll be with Him soon. And I woke up around four because of that. I realized as I watched you sleep, I don't wanna loose you or vice versa. So I'm turing around. Well I was hoping we both could. I think this Boot Camp will be good."
"I'm all for it." I nodded.
"Good. Now hurry and eat. Zay is expecting us at eleven."
- Keep your head up ... Oohh child things'll get brighter .
- I think its fucked up how 2pac died . did they ever find his killer(s) ?
-ChunkyMonkey
