Unknown Child

part 11.3

Michaela P.O.V.
After my night with my brothers and sister. My Auntie Rebbie and Uncle Jermaine decided it would be best if they took me to the airport. I didn't want to ride a private flight but they insisted and said it's the only way my grandmother wouldn't come with me. So I agree reluctantly. It was going to be a long flight to Switzerland.

Whitney P.O.V.
"Krissy did you pack everything?" I asked her.

"Yes mommy." She answered.

"Thank you baby." I said back.

"So what are you going to say?" She asked me as we sat down at the kitchen table. I cried all last night I think I finally got it out my system that it what she wants.

"Say about what?" I asked.

"What are you going to say when you drop her things off to her mommy. It has to be more than a hi and bye." She said.

"I'm not sure right now." I said back to her.

"When do we leave?" She asked.

"Tonight." Just then someone came through the front door.

"Hello. Hello." I heard Pats voice. "Nippy where y'all at?"

"We in the kitchen Pat." I answered. She came and saw us sitting down. Behind her was my mother. She helped her to a seat and my mother stared at me.

"Krissy go double check everything while we talk and call somebody and ask if she got on the flight already. She may not want to talk to me but I still want to be in the loop." I said. Krissy left out and as soon as she did Pat spoke.

"Whitney what happened? We get a call in the middle of the night to say you and Krissy ate coming in and to look out for you guys. What I don't get is why did you come back in the middle of the night and where is Michaela. It's Monday morning she has school today. You went to pick her up yesterday and I don't see her." Pat finished.

"Michaela is on a private jet to Switzerland right now." I spoke to them putting my head in my hands.

"Girl you better speak up." My mama said.

"Yesterday I still haven't spoken to Mya since she left Friday. So she saw the interview and I not sure but I think something snapped she didn't like. Then I got into it with one of Michael's sister and we exchanged some words that Michaela heard. Now she is going to boarding school in Switerland. She doesn't want to see me or the Jackson's anymore." I said in one breath trying not to break down again.

"And all of this happened yesterday?" My mama asked.

"Yes ma'am." I answered.

"As much as that child is here with us you decided to take it upon yourself to not tell us that she is on the way across the world last night. We could have talked with her." My mama said.

"No we could not have mama. She is not accepting my calls or Krissy's for that matter. Do you know she told Krissy that she wants her to disown her like she never existed." I told them.

"Mommy they said she gone she should be in my late tonight." I heard Krissy yell.

"Okay." I said  back.

"I can't believe this." My mama said.

"Well believe it ma. She is gone I would be surprise if she came back for holidays. Mommy she was so upset. She looked like we broke her heart." I started to cry the got up leaving them both in the kitchen.

Michaela P.O.V.

I've been here for two days now. I have a dorm mate who has not made it in yet. I'm starting to miss my brothers and sister big time. But I want to believe I made the best decision.

My roommate and I dorm is nothing spectacular but it's away from any and all Jackson's and Houston's. I even cut my phone off, my Auntie Rebbie gave me another phone before I left I sent the number to my brothers and sister. I having mixed feelings about sending it to Krissy, I don't want mom having it right now.

My dorm room phone rung and i went to answer it.

"Hello."

"Michaela Jackson." She said.

"Yes ma'am." I said back.

"Come down to the main corridor please." The person said then hung the phone up. And I looked at the phone like they really just hung up.

I grabbed my map to the school and but on some shoes and was out the door till I reached the main corridor. What I saw when I turned the corner made me want to run. As soon as I turned the corner my mom was there signing autographs along with my sister, grandma Cissy and Auntie Pat.

"Hey little sis!" Krissy came and hugged me.

"What are y'all doing here?" I asked.

"Well mommy wanted to just drop off your things but when Grandma heard you were moving all the way to Switzerland she threw at fit to come with and so did Auntie Pat." Krissy said lowly in my ear.

"I'm going back into my room." I said walking away.

"Come back here Mya." I heard my grandmother speak. I turned back to her.

"We are going to settle all of this now. You heard me. Nippy let's go. Uh ma'am is there some place we can speak in private?" My grandmother asked an administrator.

"Yes ma'am right this way." She said making us follow her to a conference room. My grandmother grabbed my arm so that I walked with her. After we were all in the room with the door closed I went and sat by the window seal.

"Look whatever it is that is going on in this family I want it settle now. The devil has been busy with you two and today I'm telling the devil to get out." My grandmother said.

"Mama calm down, this is something they both have to go through." Auntie Pat said.

"I just want whatever this is to be resolved. " Grandma Cissy said.

"I really should get my things up to my room." I said. I wiped my eyes and grab some of my bags, Krissy helped and followed behind me.

Whitney P.O.V.

"Mama please stay out of it." I said to my mom. I exhaled and thought how everything was much easier with Michael. I found out when moving Mya's things I found old letters from teachers saying how her work is exemplary but her attitude and focus was now a struggle.

I called one of her teachers to elaborate. She told me she does great work. She may actually be bored in class it's just that she is not social. She sometimes daydreams in class and or sleeps. I wish I had noticed these things earlier and maybe we would be were we are now. I've noticed so much more about her since I've been packing up her things.

Like she draws and really draws. I saw some of her work. She drew her dad's ranch, Neverland. She drew me on stage threw a t.v. screen because she has never seen me preform up close. She even drew her dad dancing in heaven. I loved them all. I saw tapes in her room of her and Michael dancing. I mean he would teacher her a step and she would follow, it was so cute. After learning so much about her I realize it could be a great move for her to be here.

"Are you listening to me Nippy?" Mama asked.

"No mama I'm not, I'm actually thing about what's good for my child. The devil has nothing to do with this. She still grieving, she barely cried when Michael died. This could be good for her. And I am her mother and if I feel like this is good for her I'm going to support her." I told her.