tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 4ᵗʰ ─ 4:00 ᵖᵐ

The location wasn't the only thing James provided Michael with, because when he opened the glove compartment in his car there was a gun inside. A brown hilt and a silver coldness to it.

Michael had never been so damn scared in his entire 34 years of life, he felt like someone was controlling his hands and it wasn't him.

He pulled up the the destination his GPS led him to. Brooklyn Apartments, he read the bold words and stepped out of the car unarmed. He thought for a moment before leaning in through the window to tuck the gun in his pocket. For protection, right?

One thing occured to him. He didn't know Richard's apartment number, that was until he got the text from James.

124 - JB

Michael stalked inside, pulling his hood over his head. Heading down the corridor until he found the correct door. He hesitated, raising his hand up to knock. He realized he was trembling, Michael shook his head and knocked.

"Comin'!" A husky voice came from behind the wood and Michael took a step back, waiting for the door to open.

He rocked his leg and then the door was open.

He'd never gotten a real good look at Richard Tinsel, he was growing dark stubble around his face and his hair was brown and shaggy.

"Oh, it's you." Richard said, looking him from foot to toe.

Michael sighed, trying to calm his beating heart. "You know, Richard, I'm confused." Michael pushed past Richard's arm and stumbled into his apartment, slowly approaching the window on the other side of the room. "Usually my prescence would involve screaming, and fainting."

"Well not for me." Richard turned, his hand still on the door, before he closed it. Michael wondered if Richard was on 'attack' as much as he was.

Richard Tinsel raped Diana.

He forced her to do...things for god knows how long.

On December 24th, Diana went home for the holidays. He must have done something to her then, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to the Reese Hotel without telling him, or coming back home.

And there it was, the masked fury and the quick movements of his hands that had drawn the gun and pointed at Richard's face.

"What the hell?!" Richard yelped, jumping at the sight of the weapon that was pointed to him.

Michael's hand was shaking, so hard. "What did you do to her?"

Richard looked confused and then understanding. "Oh, you mean Diana." The fearful look went from his eyes. "Yeah, she's got me all over the news. Everyone's looking for me now."

"Why aren't you afraid?" Michael asked in a whisper, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I'm holding a gun to your face, you should be afraid!"

"Only because I know you won't do it, Michael." Richard sighed, shrugging his shoulders limply. "You're a sweet guy, Michael, you help people. You actually give charity. You won't do it, it's not in you."

"Maybe it is." Michael whispered.