[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 13: Lost

Two months later, August 28th 1990, Paris, France.

June's point of view

"Karl, where the hell are you taking me?" I winced in pain as his grip on my wirst was hurting me.

"Away from him," he groaned. "How many times should I tell you he's bad for you? Look at your face. All this man has to offer to you is tears and sadness!" he yelled in frustration. "I told your stubborn ass to stay away from him, but you didn't listen to me. Look where it brought you!"

"Let go of me, you're hurting me!" I yelled back at him. "What is wrong with you?"

"Wrong? I'm protecting you!" he said, finally letting go of me. He turned around to face me, "I heard the entire conversation. What were you thinking telling him you love him? He's married!"

"It's not of your damn buisness!"

"It is! Alex is a good guy, stuck with him instead of Michael Jackson. Alex is in the same field as you, and he won't hurt you just like Jackson did."

"You're not telling me who I should date now, are you?" I asked him in disbelief.

"I am, and you're going to do just what I told you," he sternly said, looking at me.

"I am not. Now I'm finding Michael back," I said, and turned around to leave, but Karl grabbed my wrist again.

"If you leave, you can kiss your job and reputation goodbye," he threatened.

I slowly turned around to meet his face, and when I saw seriousness written all over it, a huge lump formed in my throat.

"Tell me you're not serious," I whispered through gritted teeth.

"As a heart attack," he answered sternly. "Now what do you want to do? Going back to your precious Michael and lose everything you achieved or coming with me and meet someone important for your career?"

I looked at him, my vision blurred by the tears I had in my eyes, "Motherfucker," I muttered, giving him a disgusted look. "I knew you were twisted, but I didn't know you would do that to me."

He laughed, "Buisness is buisness. I won't let some popstar ruin everything. Blackmail is the only way for me to deal with your stubborn ass, and the only thing more important than your Michael is your career. I'm just protecting you from another heartache."

"Protecting me?" I yelled in frustration. "How is this protecting me? You're not blackmailing me, you're threatening me!"

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic!" he laughed. "I'm doing this because I love you, darling. You're like my own daughter."

"But you're nothing like my dad. He wouldn't have done such a thing to me. Ever."

"I'm protecting you my own way, that's all. Now come," he said, taking my hand, and I followed.

I took a look back, hoping Michael would come running to me, but he didn't. He never showed up again.

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Those past events kept running through my mind everytime I was alone at home, feeling empty since Michael left. Karl took me away from him, and I won't ever be able to forgive him for this, even though he had been the greatest manager those past couple of months. He treated me like a queen: everything I wanted, I had. Of course, he wasn't acting out of kindness. When Karl's being nice, it's wether he has something to ask or he wants something from me. My contract with Chanel ended soon, and he wanted me to sign for two more years for the House, that's the reason why he was acting all smooth with me. However, I don't want to sign for Chanel again. I need to change of air, do different things.