tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 2:20 ᵖᵐ

My heart hammered inside my chest so hard, my vision beat along with it. When Gloria entered the house and locked the door behind her. I was alarmed, staring down the barrel of her silver gun. "Gloria, what is going on?" I unsteadly walked backwards.

Her face was moist with sweat, and I could see her mascara inking down her face as if she was crying. I was bewildered, shocked and afraid.

"He told me to," Gloria's eyes shined, she brandished the gun. "That he'd kill Mom and everyone I love, including Ben."

"Ben?" I scrunched my eyebrows. "I don't know who that i-"

"He's my boyfriend! We're going to get married, when we get older. I love him." She snapped at me. "I don't want him to die."

"But I'm your sister, you're just going to kill m-"

"He didn't say to kill you."

"Who is this 'he', Gloria? Who told you to do this?" My walking reached it's limit when my back hit the diningroom table.

"I-I don't know." She looked frustrated, Gloria swept hair from her forehead. In these moments, I'd forget she was younger than me. "I could only tell he was a man by his voice and when I met him, he was wearing this--" She gestured her hands at her face. "White mask."

I bit my lip in anger.

"He gave you the gun?" I asked, knowing full well my sister couldn't get a gun.

"Yes."

"Gloria, please put it down." I lowered my raised hands.

Gloria shook her head. "He didn't want me to kill you, he said to get my information from you. You're not the one I'm supposed to kill."

"Then who are you supposed to kill?"

"Michael Jackson."

My eyes widened.