Broken Apart II

Chapter 3

Michael's POV: I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't see anything. I tried to run, but I was tied to a post or something. My wrists and ankles were bound together, and I couldn't move. I tried to scream, but my mouth was duct taped shut. I was absolutely terrified. I saw a door open at the other side of the room and a line of light entered the room. Once the door was fully opened, I saw a dark figure standing at the door. I heard the click of heels as this person got close to me. I couldn't make out who they were. I felt them grab my face. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Did you miss me?" I heard a familiar voice say. Then it hit me. Oh god. It's Maria. I tried my hardest to keep calm, but I had a bad feeling she was going to kill me. I felt her hand on my left shoulder. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. I flinched in pain. I started breathing heavily. She must have cut me with a razor blade or something. "There's plenty more where that came from. Maybe if you're a good boy, it won't be as bad." She said. Even though I couldn't see her, I knew she was smirking. I heard her walk away and shut the door. I was back to complete darkness and silence. I couldn't help but cry. How did she find me? How did she get out of California? Why is she doing this to me? I did the right thing and had her arrested. I wish I never would have met her.
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*2 days later*
LaToya's POV: I haven't heard from Michael since the tour started. It's weird, because he usually calls when he gets to the new city. I brushed it off. He's probably just busy. I mean, he's either on the road or on the stage when he's touring, he doesn't really have time for calling someone. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. I was flipping the channels and saw Michael's name on a news channel. I thought it was about the allegations, and I wanted to see what new bullshit turned up, but I was wrong. "We've gotten some scary news to report as the King of Pop Michael Jackson was reported missing Tuesday night after his concert in Seattle Washington. He was last seen backstage getting ready to greet his fans before he disappeared. Anyone with information is asked to contact the Seattle Police Department." The reporter said. My heart stopped. I knew Maria was behind this. I knew she escaped prison to find Michael. What I didn't know is how she managed to get from San Francisco to Seattle so quickly. I called the police and told them that Maria must be behind it, but they said they can't confirm it because they don't know where she is. What help they are. I called Janet next. "LaToya, what's going on with Michael?!" She asked panically. "I'm wondering the same thing. All I know is that Maria's behind this one way or another." I said. "Did you call the cops?" She asked. "I did, but they're doing  a shitty job helping." I said. "Well fuck them! Can't we take matters into our own hands?!" She asked. "Not now. I want to at least try to see if we can get some cops to help. If not, we're gonna go find Michael ourselves." I said. "I'm just so worried. I really hope he's ok." She said. "He'll be fine. He survived her once, he'll do it again." I said...