tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 3ʳᵈ ─ 8:00 ᵃᵐ

His father was upstairs grumbling about something from his mother's bedroom and Michael hadn't wanted to hear it.

So he came tumbling downstairs in his pajamas and went into the livingroom, where Janet was lying on the couch. The TV wasn't on, so he wondered why she was down here.

"Hey, Dunk, what are you doing down here?" It had been her nick name since the sandbox. Michael sat beside her, brushing her layered hair.

Janet shrugged. "Dad is a mean, grumpy old man."

He chuckled, reaching over for the remote and turning on the television. The channel was already on 24HOUR News. Cheryl Kennon was on the screen as today's news anchor.

Curious as to what she was saying, he turned up the volume.

"An anonymous user uploaded a video to Youtube earlier this morning, the video titled "Diana's Dirty Childhood,". Authorities thought nothing of it, until they watched the video--take a look." A video popped up on the screen and Michael sat up straight to watch it, so did Janet.

Someone was holding a camera in front of a little girl, who looked oddly familiar. She was sitting on the edge of a bed. Her hair curly and brown. The camera quality was sort of awful but he could see.

"What's your name?" The person holding the camera asked, and Michael had heard that voice before.

The little girl shrugged. "Diana." At first Michael thought it was a joke a sick, sick joke. "Diana Cartwright."

The man behind the camera shifted a bit. "And what is today?"

"Today is...June 1st, 1997." The girl giggled a bit.

Wait. This was...this was Diana. She was probably 7 years old.

The camera was sat down and now you could see the camera man, it was Richard Tinsel. Her stepfather, Michael was confused as Richard sat on the bed beside the 7-year-old Diana, putting a hand on her lap.

"Diana, what is love?" Richard asked her in the video, his hand trailing up her thigh.

Toddler Diana tilted her head. "Love is....no rules, no boundaries."

When Richard's hands slid up her arm Janet leaped from the couch.

"Oh my god." She whispered in horror, standing in front of the TV, blocking Michael's view of the video on the screen.

Michael was still puzzled, so confused. "What is it, Janet?"

"Michael, you do know what this is, right?" She asked me.

Michael thought of it. Thought of the eeriness of the video, he must have been stupid, dumb or an idiot to not know.

"Oh god." Michael suddenly said, switching off the TV.

"This is child pornography," his sister said, confirming his thoughts.

"Diana was molested."