Different

Part 8

Author's POV :

"Is it true ?" The rather muscular man asked.

"Yes, we don't know why, but we all suspect the same thing." A slim guy answered him.

"Care to enlighten me ?"

"We think that due to puberty her emotional household is not able to cope with the stress she stays under with the new project."

"So, what do you suggest ?"

"I personally think we should take her on a trip."

"So, you are telling me that it would be smart to go out, seeing that we are under observation and have been for at least 6 months now ?" Mr Muscular-Guy sarcastically asked.

"Of course not, Boss. I think she should have a family-day with her parents though. Since she isn't scared of us anymore, we have to make it seem like we really care about her as a person and maybe that could be the first step to do so."

"Well, I guess it is worth a try. Any special ideas ?"

"It seems like she's starting to enjoy music, one artist in particular. She could go to one of his concerts."

"And who is this gentleman you are talking about ?"

"Michael Ja-" Before he could finish his sentece the muscular man spit out a great amount of his beer and began to laugh hysterically.

"What ? That weak faggot impressed her ? That's hilarious." He continued laughing for a few more seconds.

"Well, I don't know why she likes that bastard, but what the hell, I don't have to listen to him, so go ahead, buy the tickets and prepare everything for the trip." He shooed him away, still wondering how such a strange person could impress a genius like her.

Michael's POV :

"You seriously need to let it go, Mike." My baby sister advices.

"I just don't understand it, Janet. And the worst thing is, I can't even meet her randomly anymore since I'll be in another country from tomorrow on." I sigh in frustration.

"I know, but you can't help her if she refuses your offers, you can only pray for her to be alright."

"Like I'm not doing that already." I scoff at her lame suggestion.

"Michael Joseph Jackson..." She begin to speak. And even though we are talking on the phone, I gulp at her use of my middle name. She only does that when I piss her off, big time.

"There are only two things you can do and you know that. If you don't choose one of those options right now I'll smack you through the phone. And you know I'll find a way to do that." She threatens.

"Care to share your thoughts ?"

"Use your damn brain for once, it shouldn't be overworked."

"Give your old brother some slack. Your brain cells are working way faster than mine. It's called aging for a reason."

"You can either try to forget her or you use your strings as the King Of Pop for once and contact some people to go find her again, so you can watch her from the distance at least."

"Wouldn't that be stalking ?"

"Do dou want to know how she's doing or not ?"

"I guess you're right." I sigh in defeat.

"I always am." She giggled.

"Anyway, thanks for the advice, I'll call you soon."

"No problem. See you soon, Mike."