Love Is A Battle Field (Fourth Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 47: Fresh Air

Michael's POV

I rolled over in the bed to check my blaring phone. Again.

I looked at the screen and sighed. It's Junior. Again.

And I can't answer him. Again.

I pressed ignore and threw the phone back down on the bed, ignoring the smile in Bryant's eyes. I'm sure he's getting a good kick out of this.

"Everything alright, sir?" He asked in his usual militant manner.

I cut my eyes at him. "Fuck you." I spat.

He raised an eyebrow, the most expressive I've ever seen him. "Pardon me?"

I snorted. "You speak English..."

He went back to a blank face and approached the bed, snatching the phone. "Yes, I do speak English, sir. You, on the other hand, won't be speaking to anyone..." He remarked, slamming the phone onto the ground and causing it to shatter.

The loud noise startled me, and I jumped slightly. This dude is fucking insane. He threw me a wink before walking back to his spot in front of the door.

Under normal circumstances, I would've kicked his ass. But in this situation, I have no choice but to keep calm. My life depends on it.

I'm really not even sure how it got like this. It seems like everything was okay and then one morning I woke up and I was in danger. Or maybe that's because I avoided the warning signs for so long. Were there even warning signs? I wouldn't know.

Zoe told me something like this would happen years ago. Around the time I started protesting against Tommy Mattola. I wish I would've listened to her. Then I wouldn't be here now avoiding my son's phone calls.

Or was it worth it? Is knowing that I exposed him as the man he truly is enough? Was it worth my life?

This is all I do these days. Ask questions, reflect on life, think about my children, think about my family, and think about Lisa's children. From time to time I think about Zoe also. Okay, maybe a little more often than I'd like to admit.

I wonder if Junior has been in the studio? I wish I could listen to what he's working on. Everything of his I've heard so far has been a masterpiece. I'd love to work with him.

Heaven is supposed to be going to a dance sometime soon. Or I wonder if she's already gone? Either way, I wanted to be there to scare some sense into the little boy she's going with. And to kill him if he did anything to hurt her.

Has Lisa left Neverland yet? She's probably worried sick about me. I didn't even tell her I was leaving. Or maybe she doesn't care. Maybe she's better off without me.

I know Zoe is worried, though. She couldn't stop caring if she tried. She's probably plotting some way to get in touch with me or save me or some fairytale story like that. I wish I could call her and tell her to give up. There's no way these people are letting her get anywhere near me.

She had a really pretty dress on the last time I saw her. I can't believe how beautiful she still is. She's more beautiful than she was 30 years ago when I first laid eyes on her and knew she would be mine. She isn't mine anymore, but we've had a hell of a journey.

I miss her a lot. I like to think about the old days. Not even the huge moments in our lives like getting married, but the simple things. Like the time we snuck past my security in Berlin and spent the whole night running around the city, ducking into shops and sitting in parks. Or the time she got a really bad stomach virus and told me not to come over because she was afraid she would get me sick but I went anyway because I couldn't last a second without her. We both ended up sicker than dogs, but I didn't care because I could be near her.