Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Miami

*Two weeks later*

*Rose*

"Mom! Hurry up we gotta go or else we'll miss the plane!" I yell upstairs. I had to fly out to Miami to deal with the court shit that's going on. I was supposed to go two weeks ago but my lovely auntie and cousin just had to make an appearance. Luckily they're in jail and I'm more than happy to press charges on them when the time comes. I was in the hospital until the swelling in my face went down, which was only for a few days. Michael stayed with me for as long as he could, but he had to go back to L.A for the tour. Hopefully I'll see him before Christmas, before any other stupid shit happens to me.

"I'm coming! I'm finishing this blunt!" My mom yells, walking down the stairs, blunt in mouth. "You sure you don't want to hit this? You'll be soooo relaxed I promise you mamita." My mom offers.

I wave it off. "Mami you know I can't do that right now. I'll just have to settle on my liquor." I say, throwing back the flask of whiskey.

"You need to stop drinking. What if Chico sees you? He'll have a fuckin' heart attack."

"Well Chico isn't here is he?" I clap my hands, walking out the door. "Vamos! I don't wanna miss this plane! Charles! Make sure you feed the dog while I'm gone."

"Yes ma'am. Have a safe flight Miss Rose." Charles says, closing the door.

"Alright," I say, taking a swig from the flask. "Let's get this shit over with."

1 hour later

"Is everyone here?" Bradley asks. Unfortunately Bradley and Jameson just had to take the same plane with us. Actually, it's my private jet, I don't even know why the fuck they're on my plane. They could've taken coach somewhere, why my plane?

"Yes Bradley, the only people here are my mother and myself. Oh and Jameson of course, always lovely to have you here." I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Great!" Bradley says, and buckles himself in.

"Good evening Miss Rose and company. This is your captain speaking, we will be departing soon, and we will be arriving to Miami at approximately 10:05 pm, so just sit back and relax, and enjoy the flight."

The plane finally takes off and after about ten minutes the seatbeat signal went off, and I immediately jumped up and went into my private bathroom.

"Come on, come on where is it?" I mutter to myself, Looking through the mini drawer and cabinets.

I hear a knock on the door, "Miss De La Fuente."

I curse under my breath. "Yes sir?" I say in a happy tone.

"Is there another bathroom around here?"

I roll my eyes and open the door, my eyes meeting Jameson's dull brown ones. "In the front of the plane, on the left. It's covered by a
Red curtain, I'm sure you'll love it." I point, flashing the most fake smile ever.

He nods his head, and looks around my bathroom before walking away. I breathe a sigh of relief and close the door again, making sure I lock it.

After about five minutes of searching I finally find the little white bottle that I needed to get through this flight. I open the bottle and pop two pills, washing them down with whiskey. I hide the pills in my pocket, along with my flask and leave the bathroom. I go check on my mom who's already knocked out in her seat, and Bradley's looking over paperwork. Jameson must still be in the bathroom because I can't find him anywhere.

I walk into my bedroom and lay down, the pills starting to kick in.

"Finally." I whisper to myself, as I fall into a deep sleep. A sleep so wonderful, I haven't slept like this since Michael was with me.