[MJ Fanfiction] Whatever Happens (Sequel to "What Happened That Day")

Part 44: I'd Come For You

A/N: Okay guys, I just wanted to apologize in advance for such a shitty chapter. I'm so not pleased with it, you have no idea! I think it's boring, and totally useless, to be honest. I feel like I'm getting myself lost in this story, really. Tell me what you think, 'cause I'm really lost af. What's going to happen is like huge, but well... I feel like this whole chapter and situation wasn't necessary.

Santa Barbara Police Department, Santa Barbara, CA.

June's point of view

The simple idea of Michael being worried sick about me made my heart ache. It was one in the afternoon when I looked up at the clock on the wall: in other words, the time where I was supposed to be at Neverland to enjoy my family-in-law's presence. However, instead of having a blast with my man and his wonderful family, I was stuck in this stinky cell Milo threw me in like I was some kind of delinquent.

I have to admit that, driving while you consumed alcohol isn't the brightest thing to do, and that's why the law forbides it, but in my case, things were different. Crystal was barely breathing because she overdosed, and fear filled me at the simple thought that she would die. I couldn't wait for an ambulance to arrive, I had to take her quickly to the nearest hospital.

Just thinking about the fact that I had been handcuffed in front of a bunch of people the night before made me sick to my stomach.

What would people think about this? What would my family and Michael think about this image of me?

As I had nothing more to do than think, I played the past events on repeat in my head, trying to find the reason why Crystal ended up in the state she was in, and why Caleb was so mad at me and why he quited the way he did.

I sat down on the little metal bench that was in the cell, and put my head in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. My head was aching from all the thinking I had been doing.

Cocaine. Who in the world brought this kind of drug in my house?  I asked myself.

I didn't want to sound crazy or paranoid, but I was pretty sure this had something to do with Paulina. It's like I could feel it in my guts. The say her newbies were looking at me wasn't right: they looked at me the same way she does: like I was some kind of state enemy you needed to get rid off.

As soon as I'd be out of this hell, I knew what I had to do.

I had to investigate.

"Urgh!" I groaned, before leaning my back on the brick wall behind me.

"That's some scary groan coming from a woman like you," Parrish, the booking officer that kindly checked me in, chuckled as he came back at his office that was just in front of my cell.

Officer Parrish was the exact opposite of Milo aka the bitch. He was kind towards me, and respected me as a person, and didn't consider me as a celibrity diva.

"Please tell me you have some good news for me," I asked, standing up to put my hands on the barrs of the cell.

"Bad news or good news first?" he asked with a little smile, approaching the cell.

"Oh god, there's bad news?" I asked, desperate.

"You're in jail, this is already bad," he chuckled slightly. "Well?"

"Touché," I sighed, looking down. "Then go ahead with the good news first."

"Okay, so, I guess you could say you're lucky. Court decided to let you go on bail," he smiled sweetly, and I thanked God for this. "You can now call someone close to you, like Mr. Jackson, because I'd like to meet him, so that he can get you out of here by paying for your bail," he grinned, and I shook my head at his little comment. "What? I'm a fan."