Smile

Chapter 6

March 18th 1988 (7:34 am)

Mariah lifted herself up from the stiff hotel bed and stared at Michael who was sleeping on the opposite bed.

I really don't understand how I went from living in agony to being Michael Jackson's 'friend'.

She went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.

Ugly.... Marvin was right about me

She snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed her newly bought tooth brush off the toothbrush and brushed her teeth.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to look in the mirror and point out flaws. Clearly years of mental abuse from Marvin had taken a tool on Mariah's self esteem. She sighed and wiped her tears.

Stop it Mariah, gosh your always pitying yourself... God made you unattractive deal with it Mariah told herself.

Everybody around her could see her beauty but all she could do was point out her flaws.

Then it all came back to her.

Wednesday, August 24th 1983

"Leave me alone!" Mariah begged using her weight and strength to try and block Marvin from entering her room.

"Let me in little bitch!" He yelled. "You wanna live in my house your going to give me exactly what I want!"

Mariah eventually grew tired and stopped putting so much force on the door, unintentionally allowing him to get in.

She stared up at him in fear unable to move. He picked her up and through her on her bed roughly, she struggled to get out of his grasp despite the fact that she was aggressively kicking.

He pinned her arms up against the frail headboard as Mariah continued to try and get up.

"Please just stop." Mariah cried silently.

She finally gave up succumbing to the man who seemed like the devil himself. He roughly started kissing her neck.

Tears streamed down her face.

Suddenly she heard a loud bang. She looked up and saw her mother holding a baseball bat with anger on her face. She looked at the wooden floor seeing Marvin passed out.

She closed her eyes and thanked god as she felt her mother pull her into a hug. "Mariah I'm so sorry." Patricia said crying as well.

There hug lingered as they both cried.

"Mariah?" Michael asked.

Mariah snapped out of her flashback and wiped her tears with a towel pretending she had just washed her face.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Are you Okay? You look like you've been crying." He replied.

Mariah nodded and forced a smile. "I'm fine." She assured him and walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the light blue sofa. She grabbed the remote and turned on the tv.

"Apparently the 'mystery girl' Michael Jackson was photographed with a few days ago is a 17 year old runaway, now listen to her older sister Alison Carey speak." A person on the news explained.

Mariah saw Alison on the television screen. "So how does it feel knowing your sister is out somewhere with Michael Jackson?"

"Honestly I'm scared for her, she'll be 18 in a week or so but she's still so naive and so easily manipulated... I just hope he's not making her do things she'll one day regret." Alison replied.

Mariah froze continuing to stare at the television and listen to her sisters words.

"Mariah's always lived in her own little fantasy world where she thinks the rules of life don't apply to her... She wants to be a singer but i don't think she'd be able to handle the pressure of being famous, let alone being Michael Jackson's romantic interest which is what I suspect is going on."

Mariah saw the television go black but she still couldn't move. "I thought you told me you were 25?" Michael asked in confusion.

She didn't say anything, she couldn't believe her sister really just did that to her. How could her own sister embarrass her in that way publicly? If Mariah had any chance of her dreams coming true it was gone now. America hadn't even got a chance to know her and they were already going to think she was crazy.

"Mariah?" Michael asked again.

Mariah turned around trying not to explode. "M-Michael I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "I'm not mad at you I just don't understand why you didn't tell me the truth from the start, you're almost 18 anyway." He replied.

Wait what? He's not even mad... I'm convinced this man is some kind of angel.

"On the 27th I'll be 18... do you happen to have a phone?" She asked holding back her anger.

"Yeah..." Michael replied and grabbed the telephone of the night stand and then handed it to her.

"Will you excuse me for a minute?" She asked in then went into the bathroom.

She dialed in her mothers phone number angrily. Mariah didn't get angry easily, in fact she was easy to tolerate however when she was mad she was infuriated and nothing or nobody could calm her down.

After 2 rings her mother answered. "Who is this?" Patricia asked.

"Mom it's me, now put Alison on the phone."

"Mariah-"

"Bitch can you hear? I said put Alison on the god damn phone!" Mariah snapped.

Patricia was shocked by Mariahs language and by the way she was acting, she never thought Mariah would talk to her like that. She handed the phone to Alison.

"What?" Alison asked.

"Bitch you're lucky I don't fucking murder you! If I wasn't so afraid of you're crackhead strength I probably would!" Mariah yelled.

Michael who was intrigued by what was going on, listened at the door.

"You ran off with the biggest pop star in the world and you expect us not to be worried?"

"Okay but you literally just ruined my life in a 5 minute interview, the world probably thinks I'm a psycho!"

"That's right cause all you ever think about is yourself! We were worried sick!"

"That's not my problem Alison! You guys weren't worried sick when Marvin beat my ass every night but you guys aren't ready to have that discussion." She replied mocking her sister.

"You know what Mariah you're so selfish!"

"Then I'll be selfish! For the first time in my life I'm going to be selfish!"

"How's superstar dick? He does you so good you don't even want to leave."

Mariah sighed. "Alison it's not even like that, he's a gentlemen and we aren't even in a relationship!"

"He just f-"

Mariah hung up the phone and slammed it down. Michael heard her footsteps and so he ran back to the bed making sure she didn't notice he was eavesdropping. 

Jesus... She sounds like she has major family issues