Fame

chapter 2; intruder in the dark

Fame, chapter 2

The doorbell rang, startling Janet as she snored in bed, hair in a knotted mess, bags under her eyes, she went to the bathroom to run a comb through her hair.

“Ow!!” she yanked as gently as she could, but the more she combed, the more painful it was. She trotted down the stairs while tying a knot in her robe and ran to the clouded glass door. She turned the lock and twisted the knob to the right. It was her sister Latoya and her brother Jermaine Jackson.

“Latoya? Jermaine? What are you doing here?”

“Oh we just wanted to visit you for a spell, and make sure you’re alright,” said Latoya, handing her a bouquet of red roses.

“Yep, how have you been feeling?”said Jermaine, giving her a firm hug.

“Fine, what made you think I wasn’t?” she shifted from the two with curiosity.

“Mother wanted us to check up on you,” said Latoya sitting down.

“Yeah, she said that you’ve been missing her calls for the past couple of weeks,” Janet gasped. She forgot all about the times her mother called, she was disappointed in herself.

“Oh no, I completely forgot about that, I was so exhausted this past couple of weeks, I’ll be sure and call her as soon as I can,” she sat down next to her older sister and Jermaine sat at the chair across from them. They chatted and soon struck up the conversation of a Jackson 5 reunion.

“So, what do you think Jermaine?”

“I don’t know Toya; I kind of don’t feel right doing it without Mike,” Janet too felt the same, he was the glue that held the group together hit after hit, it wouldn’t be the same without him.

“What if Janet did it?”

“W-what? Me? No, I-I couldn’t,” she blushed a bright red.

“Well why not? You know Mike’s moves better than any of us, including me,”

“I don’t know, I mean; why not use a hologram or something, like they did with Tupac. It still would feel like he’s there,” she didn’t want to replace her brother; she felt it would be disrespectful to him.

“Well, we better get going, mother is waiting to hear from us,”

“Alright, thanks, tell mother that I’ll try to call her this afternoon,”

“We will, tell JD we said I said hi,” they walked out the door and entered a black SUV waiting for them.

“Alone again. Dammit I wished they stayed a little longer, I hate this loneliness, no one to talk to,” she looked up at the clock. It read 2:30; she would normally call Michael at that time. She missed the fun conversations they used to have; they were two of a kind, yet totally different, always laughing at each other’s silliness. She was headed for the kitchen when she saw a picture of her and Michael together, before all the so called ‘changes’. She wore a black t-shirt with the character Goofy logo, her hair in burettes with a chubby dimpled cheeked smile. Michael wore a purple sweater with a red stripe on top of a grey one going across his arms between his biceps and fore arm, with his classic Jackson 5 afro, caught off guard a little by the camera shot. She chuckled at how much she changed over the years, and continued on towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. As she poured the boiled water after placing it in the kettle on the stove, she waited until the water turned a yellow, green, and waited for it to cool down. She heard a rustling outside her window ceil and slowly walked to see what or who it was. She starred until a cat jumped up on the window ceil it was an orange tabby with lime green eyes. She let out a sigh of relief and opened the window pane.