Fly Away (Michael Jackson)

thirty four

I had no idea as to where he was planning on taking me. We continued to walk in the woods of the town. As we walked silently, I could hear the cars driving by, not even noticing our presence behind the trees and bushes. My brain kept telling me to scream for help, but I didn't want to risk any of my family's lives. They were all I had left.

I can't believe him. This isn't him. I don't know what they did to him; but even if he wasn't put through a coma, he would never do something so low and outrageous to kidnap me. I don't believe that he's even there anymore. I miss that old Greg, that would have never even thought of hurting me, in anyway. I think the day Michael came for my birthday, he just wanted to show off and try to make the oh-so-famous, 'Michael Jackson' jealous of a small town guy like himself. Now, I just don't know who the man is anymore.

"Greg, where are we going?" I asked, trying to whisper.

He continued walking, and hesitated to answer me. "Why does it matter?"

"Well, I would like to know where I'm going to be held hostage," I rolled my eyes.

He stopped, and turned his head around, "Don't get sassy with me,"

"That wasn't even sass!" I threw my hands up.

"Just, please. Be quiet. If anyone hears you, someone's going to die, remember?" He turned back around, and started walking. He then snapped his fingers, and muttered, "Darrell,"

Whom I believe was Darrell, went behind me, and threw me over his shoulder, not allowing me to walk on my feet.

"Don't let her walk anymore. The dogs can track her scent." He muttered again, but towards his henchman.

"Greg, please don't do this. Let me go home; I'll never say anything about this! I swea--"

"Shh!" He hushed me. I don't even think he cared or heard what I was trying to say. "Let's keep walking, boys. We're almost there." He told the men.

I just felt so alone, and vulnerable. There was nothing I could do to even save anyone. I could easily jump off of Darrell, and run away, and I could scream for help all I want, but if I do, someone gets punished for it. I can't let that happen.

I wish I had Michael here with me. Here to make me feel invincible against Greg's cruelty.

*

-At The Venue-

"Where is Bonnie?!" People screamed as they ran around the entire area, in search of the lost bride.

Michael hadn't received the message that Bonnie has gone missing, and the employees want to keep it that way. He can't panic. His heart is too sensitive to take the news.

Meanwhile the chaos, Michael had been locked up in his dressing room, and was still getting ready for his big day. As he was just about finished, he ordered someone to come bring his father, Joseph. He would like to talk to him about Bonnie, and who was going to walk her down the aisle.

After a good hour had gone by, Michael waiting for Joseph to enter his dressing room, he finally came.

"Someone said you wanted to speak to me," he asked, as he walked in, and had his hands in his pockets.

"Yes, I would. Please; sit down." Michael ushered his arm to a chair near his own.

"What's the matter?" He asked, in the phrase's literal term.

"The matter is: Bonnie." Michael sighed. This topic never ran smoothly between Joseph and Michael. She was always seen as a distraction in Joseph's eyes. In Michael's eyes, however, she was always seen as the light if his world. The only one who would never leave him through his troubles.