The Moon Is Shining (MjFantasy)

Chapter 25 - Back To Reality

It was 5 am and I was awakened by the very annoying sound of my alarm going off. 

I opened my eyes and groaned, digging my face in my pillow.
I've never been so exhausted : I stayed up until two in the morning, getting prepared for my exams, and as a result I slept for only two hours. There was nothing that I regretted more at this moment. After a couple of minutes, I finally found the strength to turn the alarm off : the sound was so powerful that it gave me a headache.

" Awesome... " I sighed, leaving my bed, my head between my hands.

I swallowed two tablets of aspirins, went to the shower and finally sat at the table of my dining room, reading the news and drinking a hot cup of coffee. 

It has been approximately two weeks since Michael left me there and I was missing him, terribly.
At the university, people asked me thousand of questions, trying to understand why I disappeared for several months and why I didn't give any news. I found a good lie and now everything was back to normal.

Well...

Almost everything.
I couldn't forget him, I could not accept the fact that I would never see him again. His face, his perfume, his voice...
Everything was still on my mind.

I noticed that the letters that I've put in my bag before to leave his house, weren't there anymore.I knew that he certainly took them while I was sleeping, when we were in the plane. He was certainly thinking that I would forget him more easily.

I couldn't help, but chuckle lightly.

How can you forget a guy ? 

Stop listening, watching, or reading things that can remind you of him. 

How can you forget a guy when it is Michael Jackson ? 

Just take a one-way ticket for the Himalayas, find a cave, and cloister yourself in there until the end of your life. 

Of course - but I'm sure that Michael guessed it - every time I was turning my TV on, I couldn't find a channel not talking about him.
We were on the cold month of December, in 1986, and now that Michael, Quincy, and Frank announced the creation of his future album, named " Bad ", the whole World was literally boiling, eager to see the result of his work.

I couldn't turn my TV or my radio on - I couldn't even open a magazine, actually - without thinking about him.
A lot of journalists were saying that Bad could never surpass Thriller, but I knew from my experience and the period I spent with him that Michael would do his best to prove that they're wrong.

He was a perfectionist and he was a strong one.

But, strangely, the medias were announcing that they hadn't had any news from him since his last public apparition.
Quincy and Frank didn't react to those rumours.
Michael was nowhere to be found.

I couldn't help but get worried about him...

Even if Vin was dead, Gary and Cameron were still around and I knew that the only thing they wanted was to get their revenge.
I was, by the way, inevitably the first person on their blacklist which was making me anxious, but unfortunately I couldn't change my routine.
I needed my job to live, I couldn't drop university...There was no chance at all that I could stop going outside.
And I knew that what I was doing, was indeed, completely insane : I knew I had to call the police or try something to protect myself, but what could I say to the police, then?

That I was kidnapped by three guys belonging to a mob, but then I was saved by Michael Jackson, and he kept me safe before to kill one of them, but, what a pity, now the other two are trying to kill us both?

No I could not. Even if the police had asked to Michael if this story was real, there was no way he would confirm it. Frank wouldn't let him, and it would be completely legit.

No, this time, I was alone in this.

« You know that they will find you Moon... They kidnapped you on a Sunday morning while you were walking out of that bar, they will get back there one day, they will find you. And, this time, they will kill you. » 

I shook my head, trying to silence my conscience, but it was worthless.
Yes, this time they will execute me.

And, neither Michael nor Bill will be there to save me.

I sighed, took my purse and left my apartment.

While I was driving, I didn't notice the big black SUV closely behind, following me.

After a boring and exhausting full day at the university, I was finally back in my place.

Unfortunately I only had the time to change my clothes and drink a dark coffee before to go work at the bar. Saturday nights were really draining and I was going to be really busy, but at least like that I was sure to forget Michael and it relived me a little bit, even if it was for a few hours.

When I left my apartment, locking the door behind me, and walked towards my car, I went past the same black SUV that followed me earlier.

 I still didn't notice it.

Twenty minutes later, I was in the bar.

 " Hi, Moon ! "

I turned around and instantaneously faced Peter, my boss' son. He was working there, often. Mostly during the week-end, because he was still in high school. Therefore, he couldn't work every day.

He was a young man, pretty cute for his age : tall, blond with two big green eyes, but I never thought about having any kind of close relationship with him.

First, because he was the son of my employer, and second because he was far from being recommendable: he was that kind of guy who was living for partying, smoking, drinking... and of course he was also constantly flirting with those girls, cruelly in need of affection that he could get more easily in his bed. Basically, he was the perfect definition for the word " jerk " .

« Ha, wait. YOU are the one who is talking about "recommendable guys" right now?! Do you really think that you have a word to say about this?! A jerk?! Seriously?! He is just young, and this dude is a little angel who just fell from heaven compared to your three kidnappers psychos. »

My conscience was really talkative that night, obviously... 

" Hi, Peter. " 

He smiled and I did the same. I stood on my spot, behind the counter and took a glance at the clock, in the bottom of the room. It was reading 5 PM.
I shrugged and began to clean a glass, the customers were going to arrive over time.

I soon remarked I wasn't wrong : some hours later, the bar was overcrowded.
I've rarely seen it that full. There were at least one hundred people there that night, while the room was really small, and we were only two waiters to take care of them all.

Well, " we were two "...

I was alone behind the counter.

Peter was sitting on a table, in good company, flirting with three ladies. Those girls were wearing a black mini skirt, a white tank, putting their flashy pink bra on display, and naturally, they were wearing so much make-up that you could actually wonder if they didn't just spill a whole paint bucket on their face.
I took a glance at them before to look away. I will never understand that kind of persons. 

I was still at the counter, showing my back to the customers, filling a glass with liquor when I heard somebody call out to me. 

" Can I have an Americano, baby girl ? "

" Sure "
 I answered quickly, without even turning around to face him. I took a clean glass from the shelf and filled it with the Campari, the Martini and added some fizzy water before to walk toward the customer. 

I looked up and suddenly the glass fell from my hands, crashing loudly on the floor, injuring my bare legs and spraying them with alcohol. 

« Oh my God! No! No, no it's impossible! It's a nightmare... God dammit, tell me I'm dreaming! »

I pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to quiet my scream of horror.

When he noticed my reaction, his face lightened up and he smiled, showing his yellow and decayed teeth. 

" Long time no see, don't you think, little bitch ? "