What happens when Eve Adams meets Michael Jackson. she's not just another fan girl. they have a past that has shaped Eve's life but does Michael even remember her? Their future will now be determined by their past.
Warning: Instances of self harm. P...
“Go ahead dear, I’ll wait here. Call me if he throws any more tantrums” Bill said with a smile.
Eve opened the door and entered the room. The room was pitch dark except for the dim white light of the moon coming in through the transparent white curtains of open balcony window. Even in the darkness, Eve could see that the room was a total mess. White pieces of paper were lying all around the room, some shredded, some scrunched up into balls. The chair near a round table was upturned, the pillows were lying on the floor and the sofa cover was torn. She saw Michael’s silhouette in the corner of the room sitting against the wall, holding his knees and letting of soft sobs.
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“Michael” Eve called softly as she approached him
“Stay away from me. I’m a monster” he said crying softly
“Michael, I’m here to talk to you” Eve replied going near him
“I’m a bad, bad person” He cried “Look what I did to you”
Eve’s heart broke seeing Michael in such a sad state. All the hate, the vengeance that she had been holding against him for so long melted away at the sight of him crying helplessly. She knelt down in front of him and gently lifted up his face which was buried in his knees. Even in the dark dim light, she could see the dried tear stains on his soft cheeks and the pale redness of his sad eyes. He looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry Eve” he whispered, his eyes welling up again.
She took the strands of lose curly hair that flowed down his face and tucked them behind his ears giving her better access to his eyes. She caressed his face gently with the back of her hand. It was wet yet soft, like cotton candy. “It’s okay Michael. Come on, let’s have dinner as you promised me and we’ll talk about everything else later” she said getting up and extending her hand to him, helping him to get up and sit on the bed nearby.
“The concert was great by the way” Eve said getting up to switch on the lights.
“Thank you” Michael replied meekly. With the lights on, Eve was shocked to see the actual mess around the room. It was as if a tornado had come in through the balcony window and swirled around every single object in the room upside down. But the messiness of the room was nothing compared to Michael’s face. Eve looked at him sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up a few shreds of paper that was lying around on the bed and dusting them on the floor.
She could not believe that this was the same Michael who just a few hours ago was ruling the stage and hearts of millions of people with his super human performance. Here he was now, looking lost and tired, his face exhausted, his shoulders stooped with tiredness while his hands fidget with the bedsheet. He looked up and caught Eve staring at him
“I know I’m a mess” he replied giving a weak smile
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“you’re beautiful” Eve said walking over to Michael and sitting next to him on the bed.
Michael looked down at Eve’s hand on which the purple bruise was now clearly visible. “I’m so sorry” he repeated again looking down guiltily
“Michael, It’s ok, I’m alright. Besides it not entirely your fault. I was also being a stubborn ass”
“I should have never done this to you. I don’t know what came over me” he said as he got an ice pack from the fridge and placed it gently on her hand.
“Michael, I’m sorry too. I should have never said those things to you. You're one of the kindest people I’ve ever known and yet in my anger I said all those nonsensical things”
“No, you were right. I’m a monster. Look what I did to you” he said gently rubbing her wrist
“It’s not as bad as it looks Mich...” Eve said looking down at their hands. She stopped speaking midway as she glanced at Michael’s hand.
“Michael!” she gasped looking at the red knife cut on his wrist. “you’re hand is bleading, shit!” She said looking at the floor which was covered in blood droplets. “Michael what did you do! Oh my God!” she exclaimed running towards the curtain and tearing a piece of it with all her force. She bandaged Michael’s hand with the curtain piece to stop it from bleeding.
“Michael! What have you done?” she cried loudly running to the door. “Bill, call the doctor. Now!” she shouted opening the door. A panicked Bill ran to the last room in the lobby where Michael’s duty doctor was staying. Soon footsteps hurried into Michael’s room where he was still sitting on the bed calmly while Eve was walking up and down beside the bed crying uncontrollably.
“Doctor! Look what he’s done! He’s bleeding. Its been about 15 minutes, I guess. Has he lost a lot of blood? Will he need blood? You can take my blood I have the same blood group as his. Should I call for an ambulance?”
“You can relax ma’am” the doctor said checking Michael’s pulse. “He hasn’t lost much blood and should be fine” he continued, dressing up Michael’s wound.
Bill put an arm around Eve to stabilize her shivering body. “It’s going to be okay child. Relax” he said with assurance and then turned to Michael who was smiling foolishly “you” he said pointing at Michael “you and I are going to have a long talk as soon as you’re better”
“He just needs to rest for now and he should be alright” the doctor said packing up the first-aid box. Eve escorted the doctor back to his room.
“Physically there’s nothing to worry about ma’am” the doctor informed her while they were alone in the lobby “but make sure he stays happy and free of tension, though I’m not sure how that’s possible given the fact that he’s Michael Jackson, but please do make sure he stays as positive as possible. I’m going to recommend a psychologist as soon as the tour gets over but till then take good care of him ma’am”
“I will doctor” Eve replied tears flowing down her face, her heart hurting with guilt “I will”
Meanwhile Bill tucked Michael into bed looking at him confusedly. “Why are you beaming like that Mike? What you did is not a good thing. Look at poor Eve how worried she is. Gosh I though for a minute she was going to faint”
“I know Bill” Michael said smiling even more happily
“Why are you smiling Michael?” Bill asked in exasperation
“Because Bill… She still loves me” he replied resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes “Eve loves me”.
