Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

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Michael

What was I thinking? I was thinking 'damsel in distress, be a hero!' But of course it had to be her. Part of me told me she was just a normal girl, but another part told me to trust nobody. I'm just lucky that wasn't a setup. I was also taken aback that she knew what chloroform was. She didn't seem like the type – but then again anyone can be smart.

She tried to see my face, I saw her.

Most of the night my hat had been pulled down so far over my eyes I could barely see. But there was this one second when it slipped. I hoped she hadn't seen too much.

Of course I came across rude, I didn't trust her one bit.

If I had seen her face I probably would not have saved her.

But there was this feeling inside of me that told me I'd done the right thing.

My peaceful walk home was disrupted several times by the image of her in my mind, but why?

I had no relation to her at all, she was probably another one of those girls trying to get someone for the night, that is if she isn't in the alliance.

And I didn't mix with either.

How dare I? Think of another woman whilst mine was six feet underground with my child! Heck, she was probably involved in it. I could feel my anger rising, and I had to do something about it before I exploded.

Before I could think, my first was at a nearby wall, my teeth were grinding tightly together and I saw my own reflection in a laminated poster.

'Save the children.'

I removed my fist and shook the blood off of my knuckle, though more came. I hadn't meant to do that – to work myself up like that. I promised myself that I'd only get angry at home. So I hurried there instead. I walked up the few steps and noticed the flickering light from the music store that was placed next to me, and then I remembered the sharp pain in my hand.

Blood was still dripping from it and it was stinging like crazy. Oh god, why did I do that?

By the time I'd cleaned myself up, it had to have been at least one. Though I'd left at ten, the whole fiasco with Misty had held me back from going home.

How could one girl come into my life and cause that much drama in a matter of hours, even if she wasn't there for most of it?

It remained a mystery.

I kissed the picture of Jessica and the last scan I had of our child before climbing into bed, still fiddling with my bandage. I breathed deeply and turned to face the empty side of the double bed. It'd been six months and I still wasn't used to sleeping alone. My eyes began to water as I remembered Jessica's soft touch, and the way she always used to clarify her love for me.

Her voice remained in my head until my eyes closed; "I love you, Michael."

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"Well you see Michael... I'm- I'm pregnant!" She said ecstatically, running and wrapping her arms around me.

I was lost for words. Jessica and I were going to have our own child – our own family.

I'd never expected it.

"But- I thought you were infertile?" I said to her, wrapping my arms around her in return and noticing the happy tears journey down my cheeks.

"I know, I thought that too. But we have a chance Michael. We've been given the chance to... to have a proper life together, one we can share."

I held her close to me and only separated to give her a loving kiss, "I love you so much Jessica, you know."

"And I love you more Michael,"

I chuckled, this couldn't be true.

"Promise me you'll never leave me?" I asked her,

"How can I leave you now Michael? I'm stuck with you!" She giggled, "I'm joking, I promise to never leave you."

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So Michael hasn't always been like this? Interesting. Do you think he will open up to Misty?