Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Crazy

December 24th, 1988

*Michael*

"Michael! Come on already!" Rose bangs on the bathroom door. I was fixing my hair before we went to dinner and my curls weren't going the way I wanted it to go, and I was getting frustrated.

"Your hair looks fine! I have to pee!" She screams from the other side of the door.

"No it's not!" I pull on a curl and throw my hands up. "That's it! I'm not going." I unlock the door and there stands a pissed off Rose, looking at me as if I lost my damn mind.

"Really Michael? You're acting like a fucking girl." She pushes past me, and fixes her lipgloss. "I mean I know I'm a brat but shit, you take the cake."

I lean against the counter and pout. "I'm not acting like a girl." I mumble underneath my breath.

"Okay Michaela." Rose snickers. I roll my eyes and continue to play with my hair, Rose slaps my hand out the way and starts to mess with it. Once she finished my hair looked perfect.

"How did you do that?" I ask, shocked.

She shrugs and pushes me out the door. "I have the magic touch. Now get out I have to pee." Rose closes the door in my face. Someone knocks on the door and I answer it, and I'm greeted by Dalma and some tall guy. He looks familiar but I can't tell where I've seen him before.

"Hi Chico! Where's my daughter at? I'm ready to fuckin eat! Oh Chico this is Curt. Introduce yourself nigga." Dalma pushes the guy named Curt.

"How are you young man?" Curt asks, his voice mean and deep. He scared me so much my voice went into a falsetto.

"I'm fine!" I squeak out, and clear my throat. "I'm alright." I try to act all cool but it's not working. I look like an awkward potato.

"Humph." Curt says and looks over to Dalma.

"Ay Chico don't be scared. He ain't gon hurt nobody. He's a chicken. Shit you got more balls than him." She pats my back, and Rose comes out of the bathroom.

"Alright I'm ready, let's go." She looks up and when she sees Curt, her smiles vanishes. "Who the fuck invited him?"

"Rosalinda." Curt commands.

She puts her hand in his face. "Do not speak to me. I do not exist to you tonight. You're not going to ruin this last bit of freedom for me. Mom, let's go." Rose grabs Dalma and I could tell that she was scolding her.

"Well, let's go." Curt says, and I walk with him to the elevator. Rose and Dalma were already in the car when we got to the back of the hotel.

"Uh uh." Rose says, getting out the car. "I am not riding with him. John, get the car."

"Rose are you really going to act childish about all this?" Curt yells, making me cover in fear. This man was scary as hell.

"Fuck you dad." Rose says, walking up to Curt's chest. She was only 5'5, and he had to be at least 6'7. "Why the fuck do you even care? Why are you here? Now that I may be going to jail you want to see me? Or is it because you ran out of money?"

"Listen here young lady, now you may be almost 30 but you do not speak to me in that manner!" Curt points a finger to Roses face, and she doesn't even flinch.

"Now now calm down." Dalma cuts in, giving a scowl to Curt. "Nigga you do not talk to my daughter like that, and you Rosalinda need to cut the bullshit. You already have enough on ya plate." Dalma runs her hand through her hair, trying to figure out how to make this night a little better.