For All Time [ Michael Jackson Fanfiction ]

6 ~ Mess/ Hayvenhurst

A/N : sixth chapter alreadyyy :)) hope you enjoy ! xx

Blanche
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I sighed, folding one of my t-shirts and putting it in my suitcase. I zipped it and stood up from my sitting position. I went down the stairs and told my Mom that I was ready.

"Alright," she mumbled and smiled.

I've been back at my parents' house for two weeks, and it was time for me to go back in Los Angeles. It was hard for me to go, but I had to it, sooner or later.

During my visit, I met with my old friends and my family. I spent real good moments with my parents and we had a lot of fun together. I knew I was going to miss them terribly now that I stayed two weeks with them.

"I love you, Blanche." my mother said as she hugged me tightly. I smiled sadly and burried my face in her hair.

"I love you, too, Mom." I replied to her.

My Dad was waiting behind us. He was going to drive me to the airport, so we didn't have to say our goodbyes now.

"C'mon, we have to go." he told us softly and my mother released me, kissing my cheek.

Finally, I waved at her and my Dad and I left the house, going in the car.

A few hours later
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When I finally came out of the airport of L.A., I sighed and put my sunglasses on, the sunlight I was so used to touching my skin.

I waited for a taxi to pass by, and when one stopped, I entered in it and gave the driver my address.

The ride to my apartment wasn't too long, but I closed my eyes in the taxi, relaxing against the backseat.

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"Ma'am." the driver called me and I opened my eyes suddenly. I looked at him, then out the window, and saw the front of my apartment.

"Oh, sorry," I apologized shamefully and hurried to take some money. I paid the driver and came out of the car, taking my suitcase before watching the taxi go away.

I sighed again and took the elevator to my apartment. When I reached it, I tried to open the door to check if I had closed it two weeks ago, but, to my surprise, the door wasn't locked. I gasped and opened the door, my heart beating really fast.

I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me.

"Oh my God," I gasped, looking around my place with huge eyes.

Everything, and I mean, everything, was ruined. My whole apartment was in a messy wreck. Plates broken on the floor, the TV screen cracked. The clothes I left there were on the floor, some of them being ripped off. The chairs were down, my table upside down, too.

Everything was gone.

I didn't even want to enter the place. My heart was already broken by the sight in front of me. But then, a thought rushed to my mind and my heart literally stopped.

The box of memories wasn't there anymore. All the memories of Michael and I were gone.

"Oh, no," I cried, tears falling down my cheeks.

That was worse than anything.

I couldn't believe it.

Who did that ?

And why ?

What did I do to deserve that ?

I collapsed on the floor, becoming a complete crying mess.