Life As A Pop Star

Chapter 8

Michael

"Michael, Michael, calm down." Janet consoled me as Rebbie rubbed my shoulders.

"Why do Tito and Joseph hate me? Seriously, I don't understand."

"Michael, look at me," Jackie asked.

"No," I mumbled.

"Mike. Look at me." Jackie demanded as I faced his upper direction.

"They don't hate you. They are just jealous. That's all. Tito is nothing to you."

"But Joseph-"

"Joseph is nothing but a jackass," Rebbie let out. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now my dude, stop your crying, you're 18 years old, man up!" Janet joked.

—

Katherine

"I'm sick and tired of you controlling our kids like some animals Joseph and if I would have done it  a long time ago, I'll involve the police in this."

"You wouldn't dare." He pointed his finger to my face with a mad and stern look.

"Oh, I will." I pushed him away as I went to my room. I saw Michael exiting out of his room and I ran up to him.

"Michael," He looked at me with a worried face, "Baby, are you okay now?"

"I guess so Mother, but what if he does it again?" I pulled him into a hug.

My baby is 18 years old but acts like a 4-year-old and honestly, I can't blame him for acting that way.

"Honey, I'll deal with it. Okay? Don't you worry?"

"Okay, Mother."

Go downstairs now." I smiled at him as he went downstairs.

I feel guilty for not doing anything to help my kids. I feel like a terrible mother to them.

I know it's not my fault but at the same time, I feel like it is.

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Joseph

Sometimes I feel bad for beating my kids but it's the way I do it. My father raised me like that.

Michael came downstairs and looked at me scared of sudden death.

"J-Joseph, I-I'm sorry that I messed up in rehearsals." He stuttered, frozen in his spot.

"Boy, you should be sorry." I walked away leaving Michael feeling sad and depressed.

This is not how I want to live but I can't stop acting like this. I need help.