I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 4}

Two weeks later, I receive a letter from that old man. I didn't want to read at first but I can't help. It says, 

'Dear Laura,
I'm terribly sorry if I scared you. However, if you give me one more chance to explain to you, I'll be really happy. Please come and meet me at The Claws on Saturday at 2pm. I would be really glad if you showed up. I'm looking forward to seeing you there.

Frank'

A part of me wants to go there but a part of me doesn't want to. Now, I'm very surprised at the fact that he invited me to The Claws. It is very expensive. I don't even walk past that restaurant. However, I'm so scared because he once told me that he's not rich enough to go out and eat at expensive restaurants. What the hell?

On Saturday, at 1:50pm, I arrive at The Claws and ask for the name "Frank" at the reception and they took me to a private room. I'm so confused. When did he become that rich? He hasn't arrived so I just go in and sit down and pray that nothing bad happens.

"May I take your cardigan, miss?"

"Oh, no, please don't."

"Oh, okay."

The waiter goes out and I'm left alone in the room. I can't sit still. I mean how can I? I'm so nervous.

*knock* *knock*

I turn to the door quickly and finally, he comes in.

"We'll be here outside."

"Okay."

He's got some men with him. What's happening here? Is he a gangster?

"Hi, Laura."

"First, where are your glasses?"

"Ahh, I forgot."

"Sir."

"Please, take a seat."

We both sit down and he sighs.

"Well..."

My knees are shaking already.

"I have to bring this up again, young girl. Your audition to Michael Jackson's tour."

I feel my sudden chest pain.

"You're hurting me but please do say what you need to say."

"I never wanted to hurt you. You never talk about it to me. You always changed the subject when I started it."

"Sir, I thought you came here to explain to me."

"I'm getting there. Please, be patient."

"Please go on."

"How did you feel about it?"

"I bet you've already known that I've been cancelled."

"Well...yes."

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry for everything I've lied to you."

I don't want to say anything. I'm so disappointed.

"But please answer my question."

"Okay then"

I roll up my cardigan sleeves and slam my arms on the table.

"LAURA!!!"

"Does that answer your question?"

"Why did you... Oh God."

He's so shocked at my cuts on my both arms. Woop. I had to.

"How am I supposed to look at you now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm so sorry for this."

"Why do you have to be sorry?"

He sighs and looks at my eyes. He tears off his fake moustache.

"What?"

Then, he takes off the "grandpa wig".

"Hold on..."

Finally, he takes off his "rubber mask face" right in front of me.

"NO WAY."

He runs his fingers through his long curly hair and looks at my eyes again. I stand up and step back as fast as I can.

"NOOO."

He walks to me and gives me his hand.

"It's me..."

He smiles.

"...Michael Jackson."

(Fun fact : Michael Jackson is actually good at disguising himself.)