tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 4:12 ᵖᵐ

"Did you say something to Shay?" He inquired of his sister the second he entered the room. Janet had been staring out the window of her bedroom, he knew she always adore alluring sights.

"What?" Janet turned to face him, as if she was completely oblivious.

Michael sighed, running a hand over his face. "She seemed a bit angry when I bumped into her a while ago." He sat back on her bed.

Janet tilted her head, sitting beside him. "You know I did."

"I know.." Michael chuckled. "Let me guess, you told her there was a mystery girl?" He sighed, pushing his hat deeper on his head.

"She deserved to know what she was getting into when she came back to New York." Janet sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Michael pulled his fingers through her hair, loving the silkiness of it, it was kind of like Diana's except much thicker. "I don't want to hurt her, Janet, I mean--Shay's always been a good person."

"That's why she left you, right?" Janet said harshly, pulling away from him so that his hand fell to his side, straight from her hair.

Michael sighed, knowing he'd have probably gotten this response from her whichever way he decided to move this conversation. "She left because of what the media were saying about her. They called her Churlish Shannon."

"Well, they call you Wacko Jacko EVERYDAY and you've never left home!" She screamed, her face moist with rage.

Michael looked away, raising his eyebrows as he began to pick at the duvet's thread, it popped over his fingers.

"Oh. My. God." Janet looked like she'd just been shot. "Oh no."

Michael looked up at her, knowing what she was thinking. "Janet-"

"You did leave, didn't you?" Janet backed away from him as if he were poison, realization dawning on her features. "You were never kidnapped."

Michael felt like blurting the truth. "Yes, I left, Janet. But it wasn't because-"

"How did Diana fit into this?" She asked.

Michael shook his head. "I asked her to come with me."

"And who attacked you?"

"I don't know who he is, but he's the reason I left. He blackmails me, and he stalks me. I was afraid he was going to hurt my family, that's why I left." Michael sighed, biting his lower lip.

"What does he look like? We can go to the police."

"No. Janet. No." Michael said. "He was the one who broke into our house last night, he's the one who used me as a human punching bag, he's the one who forced me to break up with Diana!" He snapped, widening his eyes.

Janet's mouth dropped open. "Diana's your mystery girl!?"

Michael rolled his eyes, standing up and heading toward her door, ignoring all her exclamations as he entered the hall.

"Oh my god." Michael whispered, upon seeing his favorite bodyguard Marcus lying on his back, blood spilling from a gash in his head. "Janet!"