Chapter 14

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Just before Paris and I have the chance to take the first step down the stairs, Blanket emerges from his bedroom and stares at us. "What?" Paris asks in a somewhat annoyed tone. Blanket shrugs and looks at me. I look past him and watch Prince come out of the same room. He looks as if he had just heard something surprising and I cannot find the courage to ask him what's wrong. Luckily, Paris breaks the silence and does it for me.

"What's up with you two?" they stay silent and stare at the both of us.

"Well, we're gonna go watch a movie if you want to join us." Paris continues and begins to step down the stairs. I follow her, but stop when I hear Prince's voice."I think this is a little more important than watching a movie." he says and Paris and I step backwards up the stairs in unison. We look at him and wait for words, but all he does is gesture for us to follow him into Blanket's room.

When we enter, we find Blanket sitting on his bed holding a phone and staring down at it. "What?" I ask and he looks up at me. I look over at Prince, who is standing toward the back of the room with his arms crossed. I draw in a deep breath and look back to Blanket; who is staring at me.

"Before he left, he gave me this," Blanket holds up an old cell phone in his hand and waves it in the air. "and told me that I can only use it if I absolutely need or have to." I cross my arms and look between him, Prince and Paris.

"What? I didn't know about this!" Paris says with attitude, throwing her arms in the air. "Neither did I, I just found out about it, too." Prince says and I look away from him and back to Blanket.

"And?" I say and he sighs. "And, he told me not to tell anyone about it. Since I was so young, I didn't know how to use it, so I just put it in one of my drawers and went on with my life." Blanket explains and I become even more confused as to why he's just now deciding to tell everyone about this mysterious phone. I nod and act like I know what he's talking about. 

"So what are you trying to say, then?" Paris says and crosses her arms. I look at her and nod, telling Blanket and Prince that I agree with her. We both seem to actually know why, we just want the boys to tell us everything so that we don't have to guess.

"You said you wanted to meet dad, right?" Prince asks and I look up at him. My heart suddenly begins to race and goosebumps cover my body as soon as I realize the reason behind all of this. I stay silent and nod.

"Um. . .y-yeah." I stutter and Prince nods at Blanket, who is staring at me. My face flushes with heat and I scratch my face. "So?" I ask as though I'm still unsure of what they mean.

"The phone's good for one call. Straight to him, ten minutes. We want you to be the one to talk." Blanket says and holds the phone out to me. My heart sinks and I look between Prince and Paris for approval. Prince nods and Paris looks worried.

"They're right," she says. "if anyone's gonna talk to him, you should be the first." my heart begins to pound harder and harder against my chest as I step forward and take the phone from Blanket's hand. "Green button." he says and I nod.

This can't be real. There is no way that this is happening.

I flip open the phone and my thumb hovers over the green call button. I look around the room. "Do you think it still works after all these years?" I ask and Blanket nods. "It's only been two years," he says in a very confident tone. "I'm pretty sure it does." I nod and inhale deeply, then exhale as I press the green button and hold the phone to my ear. My heart pounds and my hands begin to shake.

I'm calling Michael Jackson.

I listen to the ringing into the phone and my stomach drops and twists as I wait. Finally, a voice on the other line picks up. "Blanket? Are you okay?" a soft voice asks and my heart sinks. I can't help the tears pouring out of my eyes. "Blanket?" Michael asks again and I finally collect myself enough to speak. I sniffle as I try to find the right words to say. They come out of my mouth before I can fully process them in my head.

"Daddy, it's Nat."


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