tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 3:50 ᵖᵐ

⊱ Gloria's POV

If I hadn't inherited the observant Cartwright gene, I would have never found the slit in the gate. I crawled through, the gun was tucked in my pocket. My heart was pounding, and all I could think about was Ben.

I could care less about Michael Jackson, I never even knew he existed until Diana was blamed for his kidnapping. I ducked behind a bush when I saw two men talking casually in the garden. Hopefully, even in the daytime, they wouldn't see me.

When I finally got to the side of the Ranch, I'd tried every window. And each one was locked. Diana had given me the wrong information, maybe she did that on purpose. I growled low under my throat. That bitch.

Only my position stopped me from racing back to her stupid house and beating the crap out of her. Diana was really something else.

And that's what I hated about my sister, her sweetness. Her life, everything about her. I was always envious of Diana, but she never knew.

A fair skinned girl exited the front door of the Ranch, she had pretty red hair and she looked upset. The Neverland Ranch had heavy doors and so they took a while to close, and if I was going to get into that house I had to go now. But that redhead was still walking and she'd see me!

I thought it over. Okay, I didn't think it over. Before bleeping from my hiding spot and knocking her across the head with my gun. She gave a gasp of surprise before crumbling to the ground.

I gasped too when I realized the door was already nearly closed, I zipped forward and fit my skinny 18-year-old body through there.

I sighed of content when I was finally inside, ducking behind a flower plant when I heard voices.