Love Never Felt So Good {A Michael Jackson Story}

Chapter 11: 3 Bangs

*No ones POV*

It was dark...everyone was silent. No one moved...they were all in utter shock.

Was it a gun?

Who got shot?

Am I dead?

1,000,000 thoughts were floating around in everyone's mind. It was silent for 10 minutes unit.

"Ughh...*Cough Cough* hello...?"

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*Mariah's POV*

I...I shot...Fitz and I think his back up.

I mean I think I did...It was so F*****g dark and I couldn't see what I was doing.

I grab the phone out of my pocket and dial 911.

"Hello. This is 911. What your emergency?"

"H-hello?! Yeah...I think I shot someone for self defense."

"Okay mam. Emergency services are on their way."

I rush over to Michael, who in fact fainted over the sight of blood on the floor.

"Honey...Wake up! Michael!"

He flutters his beautiful eyes open.

"Ugh...what happened? Why was I sleeping? Is that Fitz? Is he dea-"

I cut him of.

"Sh..." I say unstrapping him from his seat.

"Come with me. Fast!"

We make way to the front door where we see the police and ambulance.

"Is everyone alright?!" One police asks Michael.

"We are, officer, but the three gentleman inside aren't." He says.

"She shot them...but for self defense reasons. They threatened to kill us." He continues.

And with that, the police enters the house.