Michael's POV
I sit up fast as Tatiana moves off of me in her sleep as she lets out a soft moan.
"P-pardon?" I say hoarsely.
"Mr. Jackson we believe we have found Rachel Gordon in Selma, California. The victim was found in an abandoned building--"
"Wait..." I furrow my eyebrows running a hand over my face giving a shaky sigh. "She's dead? A-are you sure that's her?" I say quietly looking over at Tatiana as she sleeps deeply.
"We have reason to strongly believe that the body belongs to Ms. Gordon. An autopsy was completed identifying her."
I give a shaky sigh closing my eyes. "What was the cause of death?" I whisper.
"Cocaine overdose..."
I furrow my eyebrows running my hand over my mouth.
"We have called to let you know that Tatiana's safety is no longer a threat, and we have called off the search for Rachel Gordon."
I swallow hard and nods gripping the phone, running a hand through my hair. "Yes..thank you, for calling..." I whisper before hanging up.
"Michael?" Tatiana whispers sleepily as I look over at her.
"It's okay, baby girl..." I whisper taking her in my arms. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmm..." she snuggles up in my chest as I hold her closer. I watch her as she drifts back to sleep.
I close my eyes, giving a shaky breath.
Rachel? Dead?
It just didn't make sense. Rachel was psycho, manipulative, dramatic.
But Rachel wasn't a drug user. She was too smart.
Perhaps smart enough to fake her own death? Impossible. The body was identified as hers.
I look down at Tatiana as she sleeps deeply. I run my fingers through her hair as I kiss her head softly. I rub her back slowly as I let out a shaky breath.
"Relax, Michael...she's safe now. Nothing is going to hurt her ever again." I think to myself.
Tatiana moves her head slightly in her sleep, as I sigh.
"How am I going to tell her this in the morning?"
Tatiana's POV
I moan lightly as I slowly open my eyes the sun streaming through the bedroom curtains. I squint my eyes lightly as I rub them groggily.
I hear a soft sigh as I look up at Michael, who's still asleep. I gaze at him and smiles softly watching him. His curls fell across his face and I gently brushed it off to reveal his sharp, beautiful face. Under his eyes, there were dark circles as if he was up all night.
I gently try to move off of him, and his grip tightens.
"No..." he mumbles softly, his eyes closed as I giggle.
"Michael, I wanna shower..." I giggle as he groans tiredly moving his head over.
"Stay." he says sleepily his grip tightening.
"Michael..." I groan trying to wiggle away.
He opens his eyes slightly as the sunlight stream's in his eyes, letting out a groan closing them again.
"Come on..." I giggle. "I have to finish packing before we leave tonight..."
He reluctantly lets go moving his head under the covers mumbling tiredly.
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The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story
FanfictionIt all started in 1987, when supermodel; Tatiana Thumbtzen is casted in Michael Jackson's music video, The Way You Make Me Feel. Is it really true to see your love at first sight? As fame builds up for Tatiana leading into her having a singing car...