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

Part 25: Surprise, surprise!

A/N: Warning! Most boring chapter ever!

June's point of view

I watched Michael's demeanor closely, and all I could read on his face was pure helplessness. He kept looking at the pics, that he had tightly gripped in his hands, over and over again. Maybe was he looking for answers for his questions, but I knew they weren't any. By the note the person left, we knew that their aim was to break us, but this was all we knew for sure. We didn't know who sent them, we didn't know the reason why they wanted to break Michael and I apart. We knew that we knew nothing.

Michael didn't speak a word since I gave him the envelope, and neither did he look up at me. He stayed quiet, just staring at the photographs on his lap. I couldn't blame him, because this was exactly the same reaction I had. Pit tried to make me speak, he tried to comfort me, but I was so angry and helpless that I didn't listen to him, or answered his questions. He just dropped me off in front of the main house, and I came in without speaking a word to him.

The thing is, even if I understood Michael's reaction, I wanted him to say something. I needed him to say something. Anything. The silence was killing me, and all I was asking for was Michael's comfort. This is all I needed at this particular moment. I wanted to hear that everything would be okay, that it was some kind of joke he did to me.

"Please say something," I begged him in a whisper.

"I..." is all he managed to say.

"I need you to say something," I encouraged, placing my hand on his forearm.

At my touch, Michael stood up from the bed, putting the pictures down. His back was facing me, and I could see him rub his hands over his face.

"This was too beautiful to be true," he muttered, looking down at his feet, still with his back facing me. "Why can't we be happy?" he asked, turning around to face me.

I stood up from the bed as well, and made my way up to him, "I don't know," I sincerely admitted. "But this person won't ever prevent me from loving you."

"What if this is actually the problem? What if all of this mess that happened ever since we met each other was fate's way to show us that we shouldn't be in love?"

"What? No!" I argued, taking his left hand in mine. "Michael, look at me," I gently asked him, and he did as told. I rubbed his cheek tenderly, looking deep in his sad brown eyes, and said in a soft voice: "Baby, we'll find a way. You know we always do."

"Find a way for what? Even if we find the person who did that, what will happen next?" Michael asked me, raising his voice a little.

"Listen," I gently told him, leading him to the bed where be both sat back down. "We are not doing anything wrong, are we? I mean, you and Jessica are getting a divorce, so I d -"

"You don't understand," he said, shaking his head.

"What? What do I don't understand?"

"This is not that easy. What do you think will happen when I tell the press I am getting a divorce? This won't stop this person to go and give the media those photos and say that Jessica and I are getting a divorce because I cheated on her with you."

"You still can tell the truth," I suggested, shrugging. "The reason why you married her first, and everything that happened in between: the day we saw each other again, the fact that she faked her pregnancy... That could be a way."

"Do you realize how personal all of this is? I can't just come out there, and tell everybody this. You know how precious my privacy is to me."

"Then you have to make a choice. You can lay yourself bare and tell the media the truth about this all and avoid some bastard to tarnish your image, or you can take the risk to let this person give the press those photos. It's up to you," I declared in a slow voice.