Fate saved us

Chapter 64

15th July 1993
Beyoncé's PoV

"I DIDN'T DO IT. I'D NEVER HURT A CHILD" Michael screamed. I lowered my eyebrows and tried to figure out where Michael was in Neverland.
Jay is at the studio finishing up our conjoined album so I decided to visit Michael with the girls. Janet is here also, she's out in the garden with the girls- I think they mentioned going to the petting zoo to feed the Giraffes and the elephant, Gypsy.
Gypsy is a gentle beast, she's so good with the children too, I feel like she knows that Blue and Kiara are only little and I think she knows she has to be gentle with them both.

"Michael?!" I called out.
I ran up the stairs to find Michael, I barged into his room to find him crying on the floor.
"They're doing this to break me— to kill me mentally. I-I wouldn't -do- do that" He croaks whole crying hysterically, rocking backwards and forwards while looking at me.
I frown, what the hell?

I walk to the phone that's on the floor next to him, I place it next to my ear and hear someone saying his name.
"Hello, it's Beyoncé.. who is this??"
"Hi Mrs Carter- it's Anthony Pellicano..."
"Oh, Hi Ant. What's happened?" I ask Michael's private investigator. He's a good guy, and wants the best for Michael.
I look at Michael who is still rocking backwards and forwards mumbling profanities to himself.
"Well, Mrs Carter. Mr Jackson has been accused of child molestation and sexual abuse. Evan Chandler has accused him of abusing little Jordan Chandler.

My heart dropped.
Michael couldn't have done this, right?

I gulp and reply taking the phone out of the room "what do we do?" I whisper walking into a guest room.
"Nothing," he said— I could almost feel him shaking his head "we wait it out, Michael has a great team of lawyers and legal advisors who will put their reputation on the line to prove he is innocent"

"How do we know that?" I ask, unwillingly.
"How do we know what, Mrs Carter? That Mr Jackson is innocent?" Anthony asked suspiciously.
I curse at myself, am I really questioning his innocence.
"Yes" I mumble.
"Do you know something we don't, Mrs Carter?"

I shook my head "no, I'm just- I don't know what to think Anthony. And please, call me Beyoncé"

"Michael is an innocent man, we are more worried about Jordan Chandler, his dad recently getting back in touch with him and wanting to see him more because he's seen in tabloids that Jordan is handing around with Mr Jackson. Then suddenly, Mr Jackson is accused? It doesn't make sense, none of it adds up" he sighed stressfully.

"I can assure you Mr Jackson is innocent" he said.

"I know, I know" I nodded walking around

"Does the public know?" I asked cautiously.
He replied quickly "no, and they won't know until the Chandlers tell them. I have a feeling they're in this for the money, Mrs Carter. They won't stop till they have what they want. And that's his money, and to watch his downfall as a person and artist"

"Okay, thank you Mr Pellicano" I sighed, as a few tears slipped down my face.

"Take care of him Mrs Carter, he's probably thinking the unthinkable right now. He needs to stay strong, as people will see his weakness as his guilt" he said simply

"Thank you, Mr Pellicano"

"Thank you, Mrs Carter"

I put the phone down ending the call. I wipe more tears away from my face as steadied my breathing. Why does shit always happen to us?? I'll never know.

I head back into his room to see him crying in the corner. I go over to him and sit down next to him.

"Michael—" i say softly, touching his arm. He jumped and snapped his head towards me "I didn't do it, Yoncé, I didn't hurt Jordan. I d-didn't do that. I wouldn't ever dream of doing that" he blabbered hysterically.
I nodded "I know, I know" I said letting him know I'm supporting him.