Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Choice

Whitney POV 

I put a spoon of apples and bananna baby food in Jasmine's mouth. I have to hold her hands because she will put them in her mouth and make everything messy. I tried to be patient. Michael came downstairs. We havent spoken for three days and I'm not gonna break the silence. He overreacted. 

¨Good morning.¨ Michael said to Jasmine. He sat across the table and looked at me. 

¨Don't look at me.¨ I growled. 

¨You're being very childish, Whitney. Can we talk?¨ 

¨Childish? Okay.¨ I grin.

¨I just wanna know why you started doing the drug?¨

¨I forgot.¨ I shrugged.

¨I want you to be healthy.¨ He took a deep breath.

¨I am healthy.¨

¨You're being very difficult.

¨ No I'm not!¨ I yell. ¨I'm upset!¨

¨There's no reason at all for you to get angry. We're having an innocent conversation.¨ Michael gave me a baby wipe to clean off Jasmine's face.

¨No reason? Huh?" I smile. ¨You're divorcing me for no reason!¨

¨No reason? You're  using drugs!¨

¨What do you want from me?¨  

¨This is useless.¨ Michael stood. ¨I'm trying to work this out but forget it.¨

He starts walking upstairs. I pick Jasmine up and follow him. ¨No! I wanna talk.¨

¨I'm not listening.¨ He covered his ears. 

¨Please.¨ I said in a lighter tone.

¨Okay.¨ He turned around. 

¨Were you serious when you said you'll divorce me?¨ 

¨Yes. I'm not gonna be married to a user. I'm sorry. Either you get help or it's over.¨

I stared at him. He looked serious. I obviously don't want to loose him but I need my powder. I can't live without it. I handed Jasmine to her father and ran down the steps. 

-Short and unexciting chapter. I'm sorry. 

-I'm using my laptop and I'm rushing. I would've wrote a chapter sooner but I'm going through alot. 

-Love Ya

-ChunkyMonkey