Will You Be There

Chapter 4

Christina's p.o.v

My phone had gone off earlier in Michael's room; Ralph from the office had called. He wanted to make sure that I had told Michael already what he was being accused of, of course I did. After two hours of him interrogating me of my duties and the next step of my so called 'assignment' I was able to get off the phone. I figured I should go apologize to Michael for leaving him like I did and also to make sure he was still fine. In a way I did care for him more than what I should, this job doesn't require feelings for people and usually those feelings make it harder for you to fulfill your duties, obviously they do. I made it back to his door and my heart begin to flutter at the thought of how he looked the last time he opened the door.

'Christina stop thinking that way, you can't feel such things for him, it's unprofessional and probably never going to happen.' I lightly knocked on the door and waited for a reply. Standing there patiently awaiting Michael to rush to the door and open it for me, but no such thing happened. I began to panic as I knocked more frantically; why wasn't he responding? My logic tried calming me with 'he's probably asleep and cant hear you,' but my instincts took over sending me over the top with 'he's probably hurt and unresponsive in his compromised state or he's skipped out since you told him you were going to take him back anyway.' I pulled out my own room key and slid it between the door's crack working it up and down until I finally heard the latch give. Good thing I learned how to pick a lock. I walked in cautiously as I looked around at the mess everywhere.

It looked as if he had gotten in a fight with an intruder.....or a kidnapper......great more negative thoughts. I frantically searched the entire room for a trace of Michael, but to no avail, I was standing in an empty trashed room. I sighed as I slid down the wall, 'great....well this is my neck to be chopped off.' Where could he have gone? Where could Michael Jackson go without being seen or mobbed? I decided I would just search the nearby streets, possible stores still open at this time of night, and anywhere else I could think of. Thoughts of him being hurt or kidnapped flooded my mind, what if someone is holding him captive until he pays them a large sum of money for his release? What if he was mugged and left almost dead in a cold alleyway? I couldn't bare these thoughts any longer; I barreled out the door way and down seven flights of stairs.

I started walking the street the hotel was on, I made my way through a small walkway and past a strip of stores. They all were closed and everything seemed lifeless and dark. My instincts became more unnerved. Just when I felt like I was completely done for I came across a small park at the end of the street. I made my way closer thinking surely he'd be here. I scanned the area for any whereabouts of Michael. I squinted my eyes as I tried to focus in on what looked like a shadowed figure sitting on a park bench on the other side of the park. I quietly made my way towards the bench, the closer I got the more it looked like Michael in a coat, glasses, and hat. I let out a massive sigh of relief as I walked in front of the bench and collapsed next to him.