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Behind Many Masks (A Michael Jackson fan fiction )

 .....Next Week

I woke up feeling like crap.  Sleeping in a car is not the most comfortable thing in the world. I have sleeping in my car in the school parking lot for the past week. I'd only go home to take a shower and get food when Joseph wasn't home, and right now I needed both.  I started my car and drove towards the highway. I got off the exit and drove the usual two blocks to my house and parked around the corner. I ran up to the house and went up stairs to hop into the shower. After I finished I went down to the kitchen to get something to eat, I didn't notice Joseph coming through the door.

"Michael is that you?" I freeze hearing his voice, he sounds weak, almost like he's sick. 

"Hi Joseph, I-I was just leaving" I say as I try to run past him but he grabs my arm

"Michael, wait please don't go, you look hungry come on stay and eat" I hesitated before I walked back into the kitchen behind him.

"Where you been son?" Son? He has never called me son. I wonder what's wrong with him.

"I've been around Joseph" I say simply

"Look Michael I know we have our differences between us but I want you to come home" I shake my head as I stand up a grab my bag

"I can't do that"

"And why the hell not?" Joseph says as he raises his voice. I don't say anything back to him as I make my way to the front door but I am stopped short when I feel this pain pulsing through the back of my head. My knees become weak as I fall to the floor and lose all consciousness.

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Unique POV

The bell rings as I close my locker. I walk into homeroom and notice that Michael is once again not here. It's been a week since the incident and he hasn't returned. I wonder what happened to him?  Is he okay?, Did something bad happen?  I don't know why I'm worried about him, I barely know anything about him. But I just can't help but think about him.  He's a mystery that I want to solve, I wanna know the real him, not the person he portrays. He's hiding his real self, he's lost and I want to help him find his way out.  I sit in my desk and put my headphones in to drown out the rest of the world. Halfway through the class, I asked to go to the restroom. I silently closed the door behind me and continued down the hall. As I reached the steps I saw Michael coming up them, he looked badly beaten.

"Michael" I say trying to get his attention, but he didn't seem to hear me. I stepped down in front of him, he looked up at me, but he seemed to be in a daze. 

"Michael, are you okay?" I say trying to met his stare. He finally looks at me before he says

"Joseph" and he collapses in my arms.

"Oh my gosh! Michael? No, come on wake up" I say slapping his face. A teacher comes around the corner and spots Michael and I on the steps

"Please call 911!" I yell, but also trying to remain calm. The teacher takes out his phone and dials 911. I look down at Michael and noticed all the bruises on his body.

"Oh Michael, what happened?" I say as I caress his face. He looked so peaceful and relaxed.

"I'm going to help you Michael, you are not alone"

I sat with Michael still on my lap as I waited for the ambulance, I didn't even care about going back to class at the moment. I sat and stared at Michael the whole time, even though I've only known him a few days I found myself thinking about him all the time. He's the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about when going to bed. I'd get butterflies in my stomach when I hear his name and smile like a complete idiot. I've never felt like this with Terrence, I mean don't get me wrong I loved Terrence and I still do but I guess I wasn't IN  love with him. I know now that I am in love with Michael and I'm scared. I don't know how he feels about me and I don't want to get hurt. I can't let that happen to myself, I need to fall out of love in order to protect myself. Snapping out of my thoughts I put to fingers on the side of Michael's neck to check his pulse, it was there but it was slow and dull. I sighed as  I prayed for Michael to be okay. This falling out love with him is going to be hard.