How It Used To Be: A Michael Jackson Love Story/ Beatle Fanfiction

Chapter 8: The Hardest Goodbye

The doctors let me go home later that day. To be completely honest, I felt worse than I did when I woke up this morning. It wasn't pain; anymore. It was sickness. It's the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach that just tells you something bad is about to happen. I was hoping that I would have no troubles after what I've been through but I guess God had other plans.

Home wasn't any better than the hospital. The tension was still high. I could feel it. Paul was very distant with me, as usual, and no one else would say anything either.

Finally, I decided to take a walk to escape not just the stress from home but the stress from life.

I grabbed a sweater and some boots and quietly walked outside I tried my best not to be heard because I wanted my alone time. I needed my alone time.

The wind brushed my long hair back, annoyingly swiping across my face every now and then. I looked up at the sky, watching the snowflakes softly fall down around me. Absolutely beautiful.

I hadn't realized where I was going until I saw the park not too far ahead. I sat down on a nearby bench and sighed heavily.

I looked down at my hand and decided to call Michael.

I squinted my eyes as I tried to read the smudged numbers on my hand.

I think that's a two?
I shrugged and put all worries behind as I dialed the number.

I tapped my foot impatiently as it rang.

"Hello?"

That isn't Michael's voice. Maybe it's one of his workers.

"Um.. Hi. Is Michael there?"

"Who?" The voice answered,
seeming oblivious to my request.

"Michael. M- Michael Jackson?"

"And why do you need to talk to him?"

"He's my friend. Please put him on the phone." I demanded, angered at the person over the phone.

"Oh is he now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes."

"Well he's a little busy with work right now but you can come on by and he'll be done by the time you get here."

This man seemed a little sketchy.

"Okay so how do I get there."

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I was a bit skeptical about the whole thing so I decided to go home first and perhaps talk to the boys about it.

I soon regretted my decision when I opened the door and saw all four of them screaming their heads off at each other.

So much was going on I couldn't understand what it was about. I knew this would happen someday. It happens to all great bands at some point, right?

I sighed deeply and ran one hand through my hair.

I stomped over to them, putting my hands up to stop them from going too far.

They soon stopped and looked down and me with wild eyes. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a tad bit intimidated.

"What is wrong with you guys?!" I said as strongly as I could.

"You guys are friends!"

"Used to be friends." John spat and Paul.

With that, I had no room for another word as they went at it again.

"STOP!" I started pushing them all away from each other.