Love Lives Forever (Michael Jackson Adopted Me)

Chapter Three: Michael Jackson, Who?!

Michaels Pov

I couldn't believe it but Debbie knew exactly how to cheer me up. I walked through the entrance to the Medical Center International De Monaco and stopped in the lobby. I turned around to her and frowned.

"What? I thought you'd like to visit the children's ward" she said sadly. "Oh no, I do! It's just that this is a hospital and I don't want to risk you getting sick while you're pregnant" I quickly jumped in. She smiled and nodded. "I should've guessed, I understand. I'm going to go and get an early dinner" she said. I nodded and hugged her goodbye before heading to the Children's ward.

I was getting shocked looks all around. I would have worn a disguise but I didn't know where we were going. As I entered one of the main rooms, all the children jumped up in excitement.

"It's Michael Jackson!"
"Why are you here?"
"You're awesome and I love you!" I blushed with all the attention and sat down next to a child who was hooked up to several machines. "Hi, what's your name?"
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After a couple of hours spent with the children I had to leave. I needed to call Debbie and check up on her. I walked down a quiet corridor and noticed a girl in a hospital room of her own. She looked no older than 6 or 7 and she was alone. I looked around the corridor again but it was deserted. I walked up to the door and knocked on it.

She jumped up and looked at me with wide eyes. "W-Who are you?" She stuttered. I was shocked that she didn't recognise me but it was a welcome surprise. "I'm Michael. Are you here with anyone; where are your parents?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and frowned. "I don't know." I walked cautiously into the room and sat in a chair a few feet away from the bed.

She shrunk back and covered her face fearfully. "What do you want?" She asked quietly. I didn't want to upset her so I simply stood up and walked towards the door. I leaned against the frame and crossed my arms casually. "Nothing I just thought you might want some company but I'll go if you want me to." I started walking down the corridor. "Wait!" I turned around and walked back into the room. "I am lonely" she admitted. I nodded and sat down in the chair again, moving it a little closer to the bedside. "I know how you feel" I stated, thinking of my childhood and how I had no friends. "Really?" She asked. "Yeah."

"I don't have anybody to play with me" she whined. "I'll play with you if you want?" I offered. "Oh yes please!" She exclaimed. I laughed at her excitement and smiled. "Sure, what's your name?" I asked. She face palmed herself and smiled back. "Oh I'm Birdy!" She said. I raised an eyebrow at her. "That's a nice name" I stated. Although I'd never heard of anyone with the name, I wanted to make sure I didn't show my surprise too much. "Yeah, my sister calls me that because my Mama and Dada called me bad names" she explained. I felt bad for her, how could her parents call her bad names? Whatever they were it just meant that they couldn't see how lucky they were for having such a wonderful child.

"What the hell?" I looked up and saw another girl, around the same age run into the room. "Michael Jackson?! What are you doing here?" She yelled. The way she asked that was in a way that made me think she definitely was not happy to see me. "Lily! How do you know his name?" Birdy asked in confusion. She really had no idea of who I was. "Because he's famous!" She yelled. This time I could hear some sort of a southern accent within her voice. "Oh..." Birdy trailed off and stared at me for a moment. "That's so cool!"

"No it really isn't, come here sis" the girl I now knew as Lily said, hugging her sister protectively. "Miss Cole, it's time for your medication" a nurse walked into the hospital room and gasped when she saw me. "Get him out, now!" Lily shouted, breaking the awkward silence.
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"Where are they're parents?" I asked the doctor. After Lily started shouting at me to leave, the Doctor came in to see what the commotion was. "We don't know, sir" he stated. I gaped at him and glanced through the window at Lily and Birdy. "How can you not know? They're children! 2 little girls for crying out loud" I whisper-yelled. He trembled at my words and looked at a clipboard he was holding. "We really don't know Mr Jackson. They came in an ambulance and a CPS worker spoke to them both but one doesn't remember much and the other refused to tell us anything more than they're names and age but she suspects child abuse is in the mix" he explained. I was about to cuss him out but stopped myself. "A CPS worker; what's going to happen to them?" I asked hesitantly. He looked at the clipboard and his face fell. "They uhh w-will be put into the- the care system" he stuttered.

I rolled my eyes and held back the urge to rip those papers up. "You are not and I repeat NOT going to do that to those children" I demanded. He looked away, avoiding all eye contact and mumbled "we don't have a choice."

"Yes you do; if you won't find a good, caring home for them. Then I am providing one" I decided.

To be continued