Trouble...(Michael Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 3

-Maya

As i'm waking up getting ready for the day i can't help but put on a smile. I'm so glad that i wen't to go get lunch yesterday. Or else i wouldn't have met "victor" even though i just met him and i barley know stuff about him. i just feel great, because i have been feeling lonely for the past couple of days since my brother left to New York City for a while. i can't wait to see him again today. And maybe just maybe he will trust me enough to give me his real name .

i mean i gave him mine it does make me feel weird as if hes lieing but i dont care as long as i have company i feel good. 

"im hungry!"

i lose my train of thought and open my bedroom door. to find my little baby niece standing infront of my door. how cute i put on my biggest smiles making my teeth show and pick her up.

"hello how is my favorite niece today?"

"hi May i miss you!"   "where were you yesterday me and mommy had to eat alone at the table"

"i had to go to my meeting remember?"    

yes you probably thought that me and my brother lived together well actually let me explain. I live with my parents but a couple days back they told me that they were going to go see my grandparents in new york because they feel very lonely and my grandma is actually feeling kind of sick. My brother went because he doesn't have a job yet so he didn't have any responsibilities i wanted to go but when i asked my manager if i could have a 3 day break he didn't let me. leaving me alone in the house but thank god my aunt decided to come over so i won't feel lonely. It's just her and her daughter Nancy. she is really cute and she just makes me smile. 

As im making my way downstairs with my niece in my right arm. i greet my aunt and help her with the food. 

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"that was some good food" my  8 year old niece tells me

"well thank you little young lady"

i then wash the dishes and make my way to my private room. which is a little room where i have my guitar and a small tv and two couches. followed by posters on my wall with my favorite artist and people. Obviously i have my vinyls here as well in a little small shelf. as i go to play one i notice that my Michael Jackson Thriller vinyls cover is scratched . i don't make to much of it but when i take it out i notice a huge ugly scratch right across the record.

i feel my face burn up and my stomach turn . i feel angry but i have to try and calm down 

"NANCY!"    "come over here!"

at that i hear little footsteps coming closer to my private room.

"ywes" she tells me with a toothy smile 

when i show her my record her smile fades. and i can't help but notice the guilt in her face. 

"what is this why is it scratched nancy did you do it !?"

at that i see her eyes water and she goes and runs towards me giving me a tight hug. i then drop to my knees so i can get at her level and look at her in her watering eyes.

"im sowwy i didn't mean to i was just " sniffle "just trying to see what was in here and then i see that package on the floor aa and " she sobs and cries more

"and what nancy "i say my voice kind of soft 

"a and i go to grab it but when i run towards it i accidently fall on top of it"  "a a and when i look at it, it was cracked"  

oh my gosh i can't help the anger i feel but i also feel sympathy. but yet again she shouldn't have been here but then again how would she know shes just 8 years old and they have only been here one day and i never told them where to go and where not to go. i give up and sigh