Shocked? Hurt? Angry? Yes, that's exactly how I feel right now. It feels like I can't breathe, like I can't even recognize the man standing in front of me right now. "A-a child?" I stammered, nearly falling over.
Michael nodded slowly, those innocent eyes as huge as two golden moons merging. "Yes, a daughter." There was affection in his eyes as he spoke about this newfound daughter.
"And-and how is this your reason for leaving the Ranch?" I asked, feeling as though someone kicked me in the chest.
"Because I threatened to spill the fact that he has a child," James smirked, chuckling softly.
"And how do I fit into this?" I asked, my hand over my heart to support my breathing, I needed to know this. But this silence, this silence had me scared. "Michael, why did you ask me to help you?"
"Because I told him to." James laughed when my face darkened, all the emotion left, all the hope disappeared.
"Is-is this true?" I asked Michael.
Michael slowly nodded, his eyes on his feet.
James continued. "You were only apart of the plan to keep his daughter safe, Diana. Did you know I told him to make you his significant other?"
"Oh my god." I breathed, putting a hand over my mouth, slowly backing away from Michael. My eyes were burning with tears, my nose stinging, I was ready to let it all go.
"Diana?"
I whirled at the 3 syllables of my name. Jermaine was standing by the open door of the kitchen. "What are you doing back here?" He asked me, his eyes looking at Michael and James.
"I was just about to come back to the ball." I said.
Michael made a sound of protest. "Diana-"
"Let's just go." I said to Jermaine, letting him take my hand and lead me out of that room.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
