There were Men in the distance, surrounding my father, flashing their cameras and whatnot at him.
He was being interviewed for some kind of reality show, he told me not to come, but no way I was gonna be stuck inside the house.
I tiptoed across the lawn and reached his giving tree, taking hold of the swing slyly and sitting down, watching them.I sat on the swing and gently nudged myself foward, my shoes scraping gently across the ground.
I watched as they prodded my dad with Microphones and scripts.
One of them caught me in the distance and started making their way to me. Michael soon realised when he caught me.
"I don't prefer not you stick your filthy cameras at my child" Michael said furiously backing me away from them.
"Mr Jackson just one word please"
"Mr Jackson she's adopted right?"
"She seems lighter than your normal colour-"
"We agreed i'll be filmed, my child is not part of the contract-"
"Just a few minutes Mr Jackson... now Kath will you tell us who's your mother and real father?"
Michael clenched his fists and punched straight into the camera, the sound of his knuckles cracking into the glass lenses, letting the it drop to the floor.They all took a step back, aghast at what they had just witnessed.
I was shaking as I grabbed Michael from the back. I felt him tremble against me, As I looked up to him. His face was red, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intensely at them.
"Get the fuck away from my daughter" he said in a raspy voice.
Javon came running towards us and blocked all of them and started pushing them away.
"GET OUT ALL OF YOU"
I watched as dark red liquid started oozing out of his hands, few of the glass pieces still stuck there.
"Daddy your bleeding..." I whispered, gently taking hold of his hand.
He winced and held it up, gently shaking it.
"I can see baby"
"Sir Sir you alright we need to take you to the Hospital immediately" Bill said, taking hold of Michael.
"No no just call someone and tell them to come here instead"he ordered bending down towards me. Javon and Bill stood at the back uncertain with what to do.
"Go I need a few words with her" he said holding is bloody hands out to them.
"Sir its like you came out of the thriller video, please let us drive you" they begged
Michael sighed and stood up, clutching his hands, his dark crimson blood dropping onto my dress.
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King of my heart
FanfictionKatherine Jackson is the only adopted child of the King of Pop. Brought to America , she grows up in a world where she's expected to be part of the media, while her father is being slandered by many. Can she protect her father and also try and live...
