Broken Apart II

Chapter 5

LaToya's POV: We arrived in Seattle and rushed out of the airport. We got a hotel room and tried to come up with a plan. "How are we gonna find him? The city's so big it'll be almost impossible for only two people!" Janet said. "Remember what Michael always says? Nothing's impossible if you just believe. Now, I think we should start in the abandoned areas of the city. Most likely if she took him somewhere it's an abandoned place." I said. "What if she got him out of the city?" She asked. "Well then we'll look elsewhere." I replied. "What if she already killed him?" Janet asked. I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I got up and hugged her tightly. "I know he's not dead. I just know it. We'll find him, I promise." I said as I rubbed her back. She sniffled and wiped her tears away. We left the hotel and started our search.
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Michael's POV: I was woken by the sound of the door opening. Here she comes again. Brace yourself Michael. I heard her heels. Click, click, click. She got closer to me. I felt her run her finger over all the cuts and scratches she's given me so far. I took a few deep breaths to alleviate some of the pain. I felt something sharp poke against the scar from the stab wound from last year. She moved it down the scar, and I could feel it cutting my skin open. My breath was shallow again. I was in so much pain again. After a few seconds, she left the room in silence. Tears of pain were streaming down my cheeks. Someone get me out of here. I've got to get out of here I thought to myself. I've got to get out of here. I've got to...get...out... I suddenly blacked out.
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LaToya's POV: We got to this abandoned forest or something and started searching. Maria could have brought him here. We've been to three places already. If he's not here, we're going to have to go outside the city and look for him. We remained silent in case Maria would hear us and run. I want to kick this bitch's ass myself. I'm tired of her bullshit. After searching for a while, Janet and I sat down on a log. "We're never gonna find him." She said. "We'll find him Janet. He's out there. And I know he's ok." I said as I rubbed her back. Janet sniffled and she wiped her tears away. "I hope so." She choked. We got back up and got back to looking. Eventually, we came upon an abandoned house. It was covered in vines and webs. The door was missing. I looked down and saw footprints leading to the house. "She must be here. Be quiet." I said. We slowly entered the house. This place looked like something out of a horror movie. I was waiting for that psycho Maria to jump out and murder us like they do in the movies. We walked around, trying to find any sign of Michael. I felt webs in my hair as we walked and I brushed them out. "What the hell are you two twats doing here?" I heard someone behind us say. We turned around and sure enough, there stood Maria. "Where's Michael?" I said sternly. "You're on private property hun. I suggest you leave before you end up like him." She said. "I'm gonna ask you one more time. Where-is-Michael?" I said, anger building up. "What makes you think he's still alive? He could be dead, his body buried in some unknown field, never to be seen again." She said, trying to throw us off. "You know what. Fuck you. You've put my brother through hell and back. And I am sick and tired of your shit! Drop dead bitch!" I exclaimed. "You're gonna regret that." She said. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a scream and I tackled her. I punched her repeatedly, so did Janet. I heard faint noises in the background. "Michael!" Janet yelled. "You go get him, I'll take care of her." I said as I continued beating Maria. She threw me off of her and came at me. She pushed me up against a wall and punched me. I kicked her and we went back at it.
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Michael's POV: I was awoken by banging and screaming coming from upstairs. Someone else is here. I screamed, but the duct tape muffled my cries. I screamed louder and louder, hoping that whoever was up there would hear me. The door opened and someone turned the lights on. I squinted at the bright light. I saw Janet running towards me. "Michael!" She exclaimed. I was so relieved to see her. She quickly took the tape off my mouth and cut me lose. I hugged her. I ended up falling to the ground out of exhaustion, and I took her with me. We were both crying. I'm so glad you're ok." She said through her tears. "Me too." I said. She wrapped my arm around her and helped me upstairs. When I got up there, I saw LaToya and Maria fighting. I fell to the ground again. "Janet." I said, trying to catch my breath. "Yeah?" She said. "Remember that-pressure point I-taught you as -a kid?" I asked. "I think so." She said. "Do it." I said. She ran behind Maria and pinched the nerve in her neck. Maria jerked in pain, but collapsed to the ground, unconscious. I could breathe easy. LaToya ran over and hugged me. "Oh my god Michael. You're ok." She said. "I know, everything's ok." I said. Both of them helped me up and took me out to a car. We drove back to the hotel and they called the police. "Wait, she could have woken up and ran by now." Janet said. "No, she'll be out for about one more hour." I said. They giggled. "So, how did you guys know where to find me?" I asked. "We knew Maria was behind this, so we thought of places she could have taken you. We found that house while we searched that forest, and judging by the footprints leading to it, we thought you had to be there." LaToya said. "No wonder Jermaine calls you the smartass." I said as I chuckled. She grabbed the newspaper and started smacking my right arm with it. "Ouch ouch ouch!" I said, still laughing.
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*1 week later*
Michael's POV: Maria was arrested and charged with kidnapping and attempted murder again. She was once again sentenced to life, and taken to a maximum security prison to ensure she doesn't escape now. I cancelled the remainder of the tour so I could get over this and recover. I plan on working on a new album and hopefully do a duet with Janet on it, so I'll probably tour again sometime next year. I've been receiving so many get well gifts from the fans, and I've been taking the time to write back to all of them. Janet and LaToya have been taking care of me and making sure I get better. It's gonna take some time, but I'll be better soon.
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*Once again, thank you all for reading. If you want to know why I made a mildly disturbing story, take a look at the last chapter of "Broken Apart" for my explanation, because I'm too lazy to re-type it here :P. Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoyed, please vote and comment if you did, and keep an eye out for my future stories. See you soon! ~Jess*