tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 4:30 ᵖᵐ

I sighed after calling my sister's name, ready to leave the room when I heard the door open. I spun around to be staring down the barrel of a gun.

Gloria.

"Where is he, Diana?" She asked, walking closer to me, her face wet with sweat. She must've searched the entire house.

I'm glad Michael was gone.

"I don't know." I admitted, and it was the truth. I put my hands up in surrender, shaking my head, backing toward Janet's bathroom.

"You're a fucking liar." I'd never heard my sister curse.

"And you're a stranger." I slowly put my hands down by my side, hesitating. I walked closer to her. "You came here to kill someone."

Gloria's eye twitched, and I saw her crack. "I came here to save my family from being killed. There's a difference."

I slowly stepped toward my sister, wondering what I could accomplish by doing this. "I know that, Gloria. But you've crossed the line."

"And how do you know that? Because you're the perfect princess in our perfect family?" She asked, taking one step back when I got a little close.

"Perfect family?" I scoff. "We are not perfect."

Gloria shakes her head. "I am not perfect, Mom's perfect, Richard's perf--"

"You've got it all wrong, Gloria." I tear my eyes away from her. "Mom has cancer, she's not perfect. And Richard, he....he's done things."

"Yeah, like what?"

I didn't want to tell her, but I did.

"Illegal things, he raped someone." I said slowly. "Not just a person, but a minor, at 16 years old. And he continued to rape her, until she turned 20. You call that perfect?" I asked, my eyes buring with unshed tears.

Gloria twitched. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah? Well I did, so you can blabber all you want about our perfect family. But it's not true. None of it. It's all lies."

"So, you just expect me to put this gun down and disappear just because you clarify that our family isn't perfect? Well, you're wrong, Diana. I have to do this."

"No, you don't. Gloria." I sigh. "You don't."

There was a loud, popping sound.

The gun went off, it missed me by an inch and hit the wall beside, me. I jumped. "What the hell?!" I screamed.

Gloria looked at me. "I'm tired of people telling me what I don't want to do!"

I calmed down a bit. "Okay, I-I won't."

"I'm going to shoot you. Diana, Shut up!" She pressed the gun on my head. My heart picked up, I have never been so frightened in my life.

"Stop!"

The voice hadn't come from me, or Gloria. We both whirled in unison.

Son of a bitch.

Michael Jackson had emerged from the closet.