Mia's POV
I felt myself being picked up but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I felt so exhausted. I guess the past few days have finally caught up to me. Reality was that I still hadn't fully recovered from my old mom's beating. My bruises still hurt and my body was tired. I knew I was in Daddy's arms when I felt his curls tickling my nose. And he had this scent to him, it was musky and sweet at the time. I guess it was his cologne.
I heard people talking around me but I didn't think it was important enough for me to open my eyes and officially come out of my slumber. But the more Daddy walked, the louder things got. And then I finally heard a big roar of people screaming "Michael". People were screaming and crying. All I could hear Daddy say was "thank you" and "I love you more".
I guess this warranted a peek. I slowly open my eyes but I was ambushed with flashes. People kept screaming "it's her" or "do you think it's her?". I was confused and dazed. Why were people so interested in me? I mean I know thats a stupid question considering who my father is now. But what I mean is that I'm practically no one. All I have going for me is that I'm the King of Pop's daughter. That's it. I haven't contributed anything in the world to be a "celebrity".
The flashes were blinding me so I decided to close my eyes again. While half awake, I could feel Daddy buckle my seat belt in the car. And I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep right after. Next thing I know, I was being carried by someone again. By this time, I was well rested and had enough sleep for what felt like a lifetime.
When I opened my eyes, I was in absolute shock. This place was magical! There was so much greenery. Trees, grass, flowers, hills. It looked like a painting. I could spot a ferris wheel from afar, along with several other huge amusement park rides. Where the hell was I? "Daddy?" I called out.
Daddy looked down at me while I was still being carried in his arms. "Good morning babygirl," he responds. I look up and see his beaming smile.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"We're home Mia," he said as he kissed the top of my head.
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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...
