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♡Needing You♡

~SET IN THE INVINCIBLE ERA~

A request from my sister who doesn't have a Wattpad account😂

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"God!" Michael ran his fingers through his hair. He was angry, and his temper was at an all time high. Sony had screwed him over, and the firm he worked with was not supporting him. Seated on the the large leather seat of the train that he was in, he looked out of the window - watching the scenery pass by at a rapid rate. Frank, his manager, was seated across from him, a worried expression painted on his face. "I can't believe this!"

"Mike, calm down," Frank sighed before standing up. "I'm going to the bathroom, don't do anything stupid,"

Michael said nothing, leaning back against the seat and folding his arms. Frank took one last glance at Michael before walking out after opening the compartment doors. However, Frank didn't bother to shut them - but Michael didn't care. He was upset, and he was glad that his kids were with their nanny back at Neverland, because he was sure that he didn't want them to see him in his current state.

Suddenly, one of the waitresses on the train stopped outside of Michael's compartment - a tray of drinks in her hand. She had a pleasant smile on her face, and she was quite attractive.

"Hello, Mr. Jackson," she spoke, her voice coming out like silk. "Would you like a glass of vodka?"

Michael stared at her for a long moment before nodding. "Yes,"

The waitress used her other hand to pick out a glass before walking in, and handing it to Michael. The man took it with a small smile before the waitress turned and walked out of the compartment.

Michael stared at the glass of vodka in his hand, and a small smirk crept up onto his face. In the pockets of his pants, he had a small sachet of Xanax tablets. He wanted to forget the pain, and the stresses of the day. He wanted to be numb.

He quickly emptied the sachet before popping the pills in his mouth, downing it with the small glass of vodka. Almost immediately, the effects began to show - and in no time, he had appeared to be high.

Frank came back, and when he saw Michael - his eyes widened.

"Mike...what the hell did you do?" he grabbed the glass from Michael, and tossed it to the side. Michael broke into a wide grin, shaking his head.

"I...I...d-didn't...d-do...any...anything," he laughed a little. "A-All I did was....t-take some...X-Xanax....and...some..v-vodka,"

Frank sighed and set his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"Grace is going to have a fit when she hears about this,"

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Grace awoke to the sound of her telephone, ringing loudly. She sat up quickly, her hair a complete mess. She looked out of the window, and noticed that it was still dark. Turning her head to look at her small alarm clock, she noted that the time was two in the morning.

Who could be ringing me at this hour?

The young lady picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Grace, this is Frank?" the familiar voice greeted her. "Mike's not doing so well, I need you to come down here right now,"