No Way Out (A Michael Jackson FanFic)

The Kidnapping

Tiffany's P.O.V.

     I found myself in the same forest I'd been in all those long treacherous nights. I was running scared for my life every time. I wasn't sure what or who I was running from. The only thing I knew was that I was definitely running from something. I wasn't the kind of person to run away from thin air. Something had to be chasing me, but what could it have been? Had I come across a mother bear with her cubs and angered her? Had I broken a law? Had I angered someone I once called a friend? These questions ran through my head every time I had this dream. The dream was always the same. It never changed. Although sometimes I would catch a glimpse of the face I was running from. I never tried to make out the details of the face. I knew if I did, my pace might slow down, and the chaser could catch up to me. I saw a river in my way, so I ran alongside it. I could feel the chaser catching up to me.

     I woke up to the sun shining on my face. I tried to block it, but I couldn't. With that attempt failed, I threw off my blankets, grabbed my purse, and waited for Michael to pull up. I was eating breakfast at his house that morning. It was a little chilly out, so I decided to wait on the couch next to my front door instead of the porch where I enjoyed to feel the breeze while waiting. His mother was visiting for the week. I adored her. I was glad she was visiting. My sister and her family were there, too. I was going to invite my father, but he died two weeks before. He hated his life. He never told me why. He told me if I did know, it would break my heart. I never thought he would take it far enough to take his own life. I didn't think I would ever get over it. He was the most wonderful man in the world. I started to cry again. I saw Michael's car pull up, so I waited a few minutes before walking outside and getting in the car with him. Just as I got up, I heard a knock on the door. It was Michael. He seemed troubled. "Tiffany, if this is too much for you..."

     "I'm fine. I want to go. I like your family. I need to see them. They're so sweet; maybe just seeing them and talking with them will help me feel better."

     "All right. If you start feeling like you're going to cry again, I want you to come talk to one of us, okay?"

     "All right, Michael. I will. Now let's go I really want to see your family again." I tried to put on the warmest smile to make him believe I really would be all right, and maybe this time I actually would be.

     The car ride was a little silent. I was too busy trying not to think about my dad. Michael decided to turn on the radio. I saw the way he looked at me. He was probably trying to get my mind off of my troubles.

     "Good morning, sweetie." Katherine greeted me as I walked in the door.

     "Good morning. How did you all sleep last night?" I asked.

     "Pretty well." Katherine said. "How about you, Michael?"

     "I slept pretty well." He said.

     Once I was finished eating, I ran to the bathroom in tears. I could hear Michael following me up, but I really didn't want to talk to him at that moment. He was my boyfriend, but he was also a guy. It isn't always easy for a girl to talk to a guy about these things. For once I wanted to talk to a female or someone who would understand the pain a bit more. "Tiffany? Tiffany, let me in, sweetheart." I chose not to open the door or acknowledge his presence. After ten seconds I heard him head back downstairs.

     After about a minute went by, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Tiffany, may I come in? It's Katherine."

     "Sure," I said unlocking the door.

     "Tiffany, sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked as I sat on the toilet lid.

     I started crying harder. "I really loved my dad. He told me he hated his life, but I never found out why. I wish he hadn't hated himself so much. Didn't he know that I loved him?"