You Are My Life

Chapter 13- State of Shock

Saria’s p.o.v.

We arrived to the hotel and Mike got out and held the door open for me and then grabbed my hand again. Every time he does that he nearly kills me because my heart picks up speed so quickly. We walked in and stood in front of the counter; a tall man walked up and began typing something on the computer. Michael whispered in my ear, “I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t know you’d be joining me so I only have one room for us.” I smiled to myself because I was glad I was going to be around Michael the whole time, I quickly came up with something to say, “its okay, I’m still a little nervous about being on my own after what happened, I think its better that you’ll be with me.” He smiled slightly at me when I said that I was fine with it as the guy behind the counter spoke up, “Here you go Mr. Jackson, enjoy your stay.” “Thank you sir, have a nice day.” Michael as he took the key and led me to the elevator, his body guards trailing behind us carrying our luggage. As soon as we made it up to the room the guards sat our stuff in the room and left me and Michael all alone. “So when do we have to leave for the concert?” I asked sitting my suitcase down to find something nice to wear for the night. Michael sprawled out on the bed and watched me go through my clothes, “Well I’m usually there at least a few hours before to run through the show, so probably in an hour or two.” “Okay that’s great,” I said pulling out my favorite pair of frayed leopard printed shorts and my black t-shirt with the tears down the back that revealed my bright red tank top that I wore underneath it. I sat it out and grabbed my brush. I walked over to the window and mindlessly combed through my hair thinking about all that had happened to me in the last few weeks. I was practically beaten, raped, and left for dead, met one of my idols, was hanging out with him by his will, left my whole life behind back in St. Louis, and was finally going to watch him perform. I felt my stomach squeeze in knots and just as fast as it did that it was sending what little I ate today back up. I ran quickly to the bathroom and swung the door closed behind me collapsing in front of the toilet. I swear at that moment I vomited everything left inside of me including my organs. I tried to stand up but my legs wobbled and failed to hold me up, I fell back against the wall as I wiped the cold sweat of my forehead. I heard a light knocking on the door, “Hey…..are you okay? Do you need help…..,” Michael spoke lightly on the other side of the door. I tried to speak but my throat stung every time I opened my mouth. I leaned over on my elbow and opened the door enough for him to get the message. He slowly opened the door to see me lying on the floor. “Oh my god Saria, you are not okay!” he rushed over to me and begin looking over me trying to figure out what was wrong, “….Michael….I’m sorry...,” I croaked. He heaved me up into his arms effortlessly and made his way back to the room, “There’s no need for you to be sorry, you look sick… do you feel sick?” I really wasn’t in much pain but my stomach felt like it was all over the place. He laid me down on the bed gently and grabbed the phone. “I’m going to call Dr. Wright,” and with that he had the phone up to his ear waiting for the other side to pick up. “Hello? Dr. Wright’s office,” “Yes hello, this is Michael Jackson. I’m calling on behalf of a good friend of mine. Dr. Wright checked on her sometime ago and I was wondering if we could talk to him about it.” “Yes sir, let me go get him.” Michael pulled the phone away for a second and came and sat by me brushing the hair out of my face. He slightly smiled and whispered, “Everything will be okay, I promise.” He heard something on the other end so he put the phone back up to his ear, “Hello Michael,” “Hello Dr.,” “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for awhile but the hotel number you gave me told me you had checked out and left.” “Yes, Saria and I are in Los Angles at the moment,” “Oh Saria’s with you, can you hand the phone to her please; I have her test results back.” Michael’s face sort of scrunched up when the Dr. said something; he stuck the phone out for me to take. I grabbed it and hesitantly put it up to my ear, “Hello?” “Hi Saria?” “Yes,” “Well we have your results back; no damage was done to you like I assumed other than minor bruising and cuts. But we did find something different with you,” “Oh, and what’s that?” “Are you sitting down? You might want to for this,” I leaned back onto the bed and I felt butterflies explode in my stomach when he said that. “Okay….” “Ms. Hart, you’re pregnant, about 2 to 3 weeks to be exact.” My eyes shot wide in shock and my mouth hung open as I felt the phone slip out of my hands and crash against the floor. Michael was watching me and quickly came to my side, “Saria? What’s wrong?” he said lightly shaking me. I could hear Dr. Wright from the phone and Michael trying to get my attention but I was in utter shock. How could I be pregnant? My god I am completely terrified, I’m not ready for this, I can’t be!!! I felt tears well up in my eyes as I muttered, “I-I just can’t…..” Michael picked up the phone and I assume the doctor explained to Michael my shocking news as his eyes shot wide and he looked at me in disbelief. Michael recovered much faster than I did as he finished the conversation, “Yes….thank you Dr. Wright, bye.” He sunk down onto the floor in front of me as he took my hands in his to attempt to comfort me. I could still feel the tears roll down my face as they left a hot stream of wetness all the way down my cheek. “Saria? Are you okay?” I could hear him but I still couldn’t find the words to say. I looked down into his big brown eyes as I fought back more tears at the sight of him. “…..Michael I think I should stay here and you should go to your concert.” I needed some time to think by myself, at this moment I was afraid of what he thought of me, what I would do, if I should stay here or make a run for home. I was completely terrified and upset with myself at the same time. He gave me a pained look, “Are you sure? I can cancel the show and stay with you here if you want?” “No, that’s sweet but you need to do this and get it done. I’ll be fine I just need some time to take this all in, I promise.” He stood up slowly as if he was afraid to leave me like I would bolt out as soon as he left. He sat on the bed next to me and pulled me into one of his warm hugs, “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. We’ll figure this out, everything will be okay.” He kissed me on the cheek and smiled at me one last time as he picked up his jacket and headed out the door. As soon as he walked out I busted into much more violent tears as I fell to my knees.