Mia's POV
I stomped back into my room. I was so angry at Michael. He promised he was gonna play with me. He's literally the only friend I have now. But he abandoned me just like everyone else. I was so frustrated that I just wanted to break things. I took a pillow off the bed and threw it at the wall. Well that did nothing.
I still felt frustration inside that I needed to get out of me. I decided to knock down the lamp that was on the side table. I instantly felt better. I knocked over one of the paintings on the wall. I moved some of the furniture around, whichever I could physically move with my bare hands.
Then I got another idea. I took out my arts and crafts supplies that Michael gave me. The kit included tubes of paint. I took the tubes and squeezed out the paint all over the walls. It kind of felt exhilarating. Whenever my old mom would beat me, I used to let out my frustration by breaking things around the house. Eventually, it would only get me in more trouble but during the moment I didn't care.
It's true that I was scared of my old mom right down to my core. But I was still a rebel. I would lash out constantly and try to dodge her beatings. I would only make it worse for myself. As I was making a mess in my room, I thought to myself that maybe I'm making the situation worse for myself right now.
Michael is different though. He's nothing like my old mom. He probably won't even do anything to me. I knows he's gonna be disappointed but ugh it's not fair! He promised he was gonna play once I washed up. But he was busy holding Paris. She's a big kid for God's sake! While lost in my thoughts, I continued to finger paint the walls and knock things over.
Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. Before I could even answer, I saw the door knob turn. Michael's head popped in. Instantly his eyes went wide and face turned red. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. That's the same look my old mom used to give me before she would...Michael's POV
"What the hell happened in here?!?!" I bellowed while looking around the room. The room was completely destroyed. Things were knocked over, paintings misplaced, furniture moved around, etc. My eyes finally landed on Mia's tiny little self looking guiltier than ever. She had paint all over her hands and clothes. Then I spotted her little masterpiece on the wall behind her.
I walked over to her with anger surging through me. She backed up against the wall, now rubbing her back to the paint on the wall. I pulled her away from the wall. The back of her t-shirt had paint all over it. God, I was fuming. Now I'm gonna have to punish her and it's only her second day with me. UGH!
"What happened here young lady?" I asked sternly with my arms crossed. She looked down and started fidgeting with her fingers. But I wasn't having any of this "shy girl" bullshit. She was brave enough to make the mess, and now she better be brave enough to face the music.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION LITTLE GIRL!" I yelled. This time I got her attention. As I raised my voice, her face shot up at me, her bottom lip quivering. I squatted down to her height and began to take off her paint covered t-shirt. She managed to get paint on her face and tummy somehow, along with the ends of her hair. I shook my head disappointingly. She desperately needed a bath. This punishment is gonna have to wait.
"You need a bath. Look at the mess you made!" I said. She hung her head low as I tried to take off the bandages on her ribs before she went in for her bath. "Go to the bathroom and wait for Grace. I'm gonna call her in. March!" I said pointing towards the bathroom. She did not move.
"Mia, do not test me right now! You're already in enough trouble. Go!" I said through gritted teeth.
"I don't want a baaath! I wannnaaaa playyyy" she whined back. She was only making this worse for herself. Honestly. I took a deep breath and squatted down to her level, so we could be eye level to each other. I looked at her straight in her eye and repeated my instructions once again.
"Little girl, if you know whats good for you, you will march that little butt into the bathroom, and wait for Grace to help you," I said calmly while enunciating each word. She looked at me defiantly and simply nodded her head no. And that's about when I lost it.
I swiftly tuned her around and landed two hard smacks on her bottom, before throwing her over my shoulders and taking her to the bathroom myself. Mia was kicking and screaming as soon as the shock of the smacks wore off. I had enough of her defiance. I warned her enough times but she doesn't listen.
I placed her down in front of the tub. She continued to scream and cry. "ENOUGH!" I yelled getting her attention. "I warned you young lady, but you don't listen. Now unless you want that bottom to be bright red, you're gonna silently take a bath like I told you to!" I yelled.
She instantly started to cry even harder. I wasn't actually gonna whoop her ass, no matter how much she needed it. That's a Joseph move. I don't do that. The most I do are those two smacks on the bottom if I can't get them to listen to me at all. She needed to know I meant business. I took a deep breath and thought about everything that just went down. This little girl just caused a whole riot in a matter of minutes.
I turned on the faucet and started to prepare her bath. Mia stood their quietly, with her head down and tears streaming down her face. Normally my heart aches when I see her cry. But this time she knows she did something wrong. Shes old enough to know right from wrong. You don't destroy your hotel room just because you didn't get things your way.
"Undress and get in the tub. I'm gonna send Grace to help you," I said. "And if Grace gives me even one complaint about you giving her a hard time, you're gonna get it little girl!" I knew I was all talk, but she didn't need to know that. I decided to hold off on the rest of the lecture and made my way out of the bathroom. I called Grace in and then made my way back into the living room.
My older 3 were all sitting and watching tv. I was already exhausted and the morning just began. All 3 were excited to see me and wanted me to watch cartoons with them. As much as I wanted to, my Daddy duties called. "Did you guys eat breakfast yet?" I asked.
"No but we can call room service," Prince responded.
"No it's okay, I'll make you guys breakfast," I said. I don't care where we are or how rich I am, I'm a father to my children first. I don't want a maid doing things for my kids that I can very easily do. There are instances where my career requires more of me, in which case I have no choice but to rely on my staff to take care of my kids. But I try to minimize those instances as much as I can.
"Daddy, you look annoyed. What's wrong?" asked Blanket.
"Nothing sweetheart," I responded with a smile as I kissed the top of his head.
"Are you sure Daddy? We heard a lot of yelling," Paris pointed out. Both Prince and Paris looked at me concerned.
"Its nothing my babies. Mia got in trouble and kind of wore me out this morning. I didn't get much sleep last night either," I confessed.
"Why don't we make breakfast for you today," Prince offered. I smiled and looked at my 3 little grownups. Damn, how did I do it with these 3.
"How about you guys help me make my special french toast?" I suggested. All 3 nodded and got up. We made our way into the kitchen. It felt like we were back home in Neverland. Gosh I can't wait to go back home.Mia's POV
Grace helped me dry off and bandaged up my cuts and bruises. I got dressed in pink sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Michael got me some temporary clothes for the time being. He said that once we go to Neverland, he'll help me pick out a whole new wardrobe.
Ugh Michael. Everything that happened this morning rushed back into my head. I felt like an idiot. Michael and everyone else is opening up their hearts and homes to me, and my ungrateful self is over here trashing their hotel room. Michael was so angry at me this morning. What if he gets tired of me? What if he sends me back to my old parents?!?
I instantly began to cry. Grace tried to calm me down and take me to the dining room for breakfast. But I was in full panic mode. I didn't want Michael to hate me. Eventually Grace gave up and went to get Michael herself. I felt so guilty for giving Michael such a hard time. Especially after all he's done for me.
As guilt took over my body, so did anger. I was mad that Michael spanked me. Granted, it wasn't anything like what my old mom used to give. But I wasn't expecting that from Michael. He just seemed so soft, I thought I could get away with anything. Fear stepped in place of anger again, and now I was scared he was actually gonna beat my butt. More tears came streaming down when I heard a knock on my door. Shit....To be continued
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He Saved Me
FanfictionMia had seen far too much by the tender age of 11. She was abused and treated like an animal for most of her life. One day her mother beat her senseless which landed her in the hospital. Michael Jackson happened to be in NYC that day too, handing ou...