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

Part 50: Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad?

June's point of view

My hands were sweaty, and I felt like I was about to faint when I walked through the heavy metal doors of the jail. I was terrified at the simple idea to be face to face with Frank again, there was no denying it. Thing is, I knew I had to do it. I needed answers, and he was the only one who could give me some. At that point, I needed to know if Prince was really what he said he was. People say that truth may hurt at times, but it's the basis of everything.

Since Frank's trial back in 1988, Michael and I never heard of him again. Since then, he's spending his four years' sentence in the Santa Barbara's County Jail with four different charges against him: domestic violence, concerning Anna's mother; invasion of privacy, concerning Michael and I; blackmail, concerning Anna, her mother, and I; and finally, emotional abuse, concerning all of us.

"My colleagues called Mr. DiLeo, and they told him someone wanted to talk to him, without mentioning it was you, as you requested, ma'am," the tall, black officer told me in a professional tone.

"Thank you," I nodded, then wiped my sweaty forehead.

"Are you alright, Ms. Wellington?"

"Yes. I'm just a little bit stressed, that's all," I smiled at his concern.

"Let me know if you need something, like a glass of water or something else," he offered gently, and I nodded.

We continued walking through the county jail's hallways for a few more seconds, before we arrvied in front of a door. The officer took his bunch of keys out, and turned to me.

"So you're going to enter this room where Mr. DiLeo is waiting for you. There'll be a glass in front of the both of you, and you'll be able to communicate with him thanks to a phone. As you cherrish your privacy as a celebrity, I'll be waiting outside, just like the protocol says. You'll be all alone with him. Alright?"

I gulped hard when I heard those words, "Alright."

"Okay. You have five minutes," he instructed, opening the door.

I nodded, giving him a forced smile, and enterred the cold, dark room. The door closed behind me, and I walked further in the room, until I saw the devil wearing an orange uniform. A wave of fear and uneasiness took possession of me, as cold sweat ran down my back.

When DiLeo's cold eyes met mine, his face translated astonishement, but very soon, it was replaced by pure anger and disgust. I ignored his stare, and sat down in front of him, before picking up the receiver.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he harshly asked through the phone, and I had to force myself not to show him how scared I ws to be there. "Any regrets?"

I scoffed, "Regrets? For what?"

"For leaving me rot in here, you little bitch. You're the one responsible of all this."

"You're the only one responsible of this, Frank. You caused your own misery."

"All of this started when you walked into Michael's life. Aren't you ashamed to be here?"

"Not the least in the world," I admitted, looking right through his eyes, "because you keep on ruining my life even locked in here."

"Oh, really? What did I do now?" he played innocent.

"Don't play dumb, you know what you did," I said through gritted teeth. "You use good, innocent people to ruin my life, just like you did back with Anna and her mother."

"Oh, you can add more names to the list, darling," he laughed a deep, sarcastic laugh that got on my nerves. "Do you really think you're that irrestible? That men are crawling under your feet?"