He Saved Me

Chp 4

Mia's POV
     Michael walked out of the room leaving me alone with my new barbie and two nurses. Michael was honestly so kind. I don't know why people say such mean things about him. He's so sweet to me. Granted I've only spent a total of 25-30 mins with him, but I just get a good vibe from him. Like I can trust him. I feel safe. That's not something I can say about my parents. Michael interrupted my thoughts by clearing his throat. I was excited to see him come back into my room. I gave him a smile. I wish I could really tell him everything I'm thinking and feeling at the moment, but it's hard for me to express all that. I'm pretty shy around new people.
     "Sweetheart I don't want to make you upset, but I heard what happened at home. Are you okay babygirl?" Michael asked while caressing my cheek. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and on to his hands. I couldn't hold them back any longer. I didn't even realize that I was hysterically crying. I guess I opened the gate to all my emotions from the incident. I didn't give it much thought after waking up in the hospital.
     Michael sat on my bed and slowly pulled me on to his lap, he made sure not to pull on any wires attached to my body. He held me tight as he rocked me back and forth. The whole time he had his lips pressed to my forehead. I have never felt so safe and loved in my entire life. Those few moments were the highlight of my life so far. Honest.

Michael's POV
     The poor little thing couldn't stop crying. I held her in my arms and just hugged her. Gave her kisses. I wanted her to feel loved. God knows that's all I wanted growing up. To know that I was loved. Genuinely. Not because I'm the King of Pop, but simply because I'm Michael. I want Mia to know that there is someone in this world who truly cares for her.
     I gently lifted her chin so she can look at me. I didn't how to break it to her that I wanted to adopt her. I didn't want her to be tossed from one house to another in foster care. Majority of the time, they're not even nice people. And I definitely don't want her to go back to her mother. She's done enough damage on this angel. I'm not letting her hurt Mia anymore.
     "Sweetheart, I know that you don't have a home right now. I also know that your social worker doesn't want you to go back to your mother and father," I said gently. Mia simply nodded her head with tears in her eyes. "Well, how would you like to come live with me? Would you do me the honor of allowing me to be your father?" I said nervously. This could either go really well or go really wrong...

Mia's POV
     I could literally hear my heart thumping. Did Michael Jackson just offer to.... adopt me? I looked at him confused, still in shock over what he said. Could he actually do that? I mean I don't even know him. But he's so nice. So much better than my parents. I can just tell he's honest. I feel like I can read people well, and let me just say that when it comes to Michael, I know for a fact that he's being genuine.
     Michael is staring at me waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth and then closed it right away. I didn't even know how to respond to that. "You really want me Michael?" I asked curiously. Michael's face dropped with that question.
     "Why wouldn't I want you Mia? I'd be honored and delighted to be your daddy babygirl," he said with another kiss to my forehead. Wow he really loves me. He really wants me to be in his family. Tears of joy began to run down my face. "Why would you want someone like me? I don't have any special skills and I'm not really good at anything," I said as I look down at my fingers.
     Michael lifted my chin and said, "Look at me Mia. I don't ever want you to say something like that again, do you hear me? You are absolutely perfect just the way you are. I don't need you to have a special talent or skill to love you like my own. I just want you to be Mia. Doesn't matter who that person is. You don't need to change a single thing about you babygirl." Every time he calls me babygirl, I melt. My parents never gave me cute nicknames.
     "Can you really take me away from my parents Michael?" I asked.
     "Well with the help of my lawyers, I'm hoping I can sweetheart. But if only you want me to. I don't want to force my way into your life," he said with a gentle smile. I took a deep breath and looked at him.
     "M-m-m-Michael?" I stuttered out of pure nervousness.
     "Yes babygirl?" he asked.
     "I would love to be your daughter. You'd be saving me from hell Michael. I will never be able to pay you back for this," I sobbed.
     "Hey, what makes you think you owe me for this? I want you to be a part of mine and my children's lives. You're an angel Mia. I'm so glad you're willing to accept me as your father," Michael said as he pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. In that moment, I truly felt like nothing could ever hurt me again.
     But then I remembered something Michael said. "I want you to be a part of mine and my children's lives." This means that he already has other children. I didn't even think about that. What if I don't get along with his children? What if they don't like me because I'm not their real sister?....

To be continued