tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 18ᵗʰ ─ 4:00 ᵖᵐ

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." It was Michael's extra soft voice coming from the open door of his room. I inched over, leaning against the wall, confused as to who he would say that to.

"Disappoint me? You have f*cking child!" I recognized the voice as his father Charles; husky and angry.

"Dad, please. I'm sorry." I peered through the room.

"Don't hurt him Dad. I didn't even mean to tell you." I squinted, it was Jermaine's voice but I couldn't see him in the room from my line of sight.

Charles threw a quick punch at Michael's face, who didn't look surprised. As if he knew it was coming. Either way, I was frozen in shock, not being able to move.

"Stop, Dad! Just go down and get something to eat." Jermaine finally came into sight, he was holding Michael's elbow and examining his face.

These two couldn't be more brothers.

Charles pulled up his sleeves, pushed Jermaine out of the way. Rocking Michael with another jab to the face. "Fight back, Mikey."

Michael shook his head, bright blood trickling from his nose. "No, I won't fight you father."

This seemed to rile Charles up a bit, he explosively began attacking Michael until he was on the ground. Crumpled in a ball, and I couldn't move until he cried out in pain. "Please, Dad, I'm sorry."

"HEY!" I ran inside wailing, shoving Charles away from Michael, only to be pushed back roughly into the vanity table, I squawked when the glass broke on my back. My neck in a lot of pain.

"He's been drinking." Jermaine realized, and took Charles by his collar, looking his father in the eyes. "Get out of here." He hissed.

His father shoved Jermaine away but obediantly left the room, Jermaine came over to me, helped me up. "You're bleeding." He gestured at the pain in my head but I didn't care.

"It's fine." I slid to my knees beside Michael who had already began sitting up, rubbing his face. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Michael stood, heading for the bathroom in his bedroom. I couldn't help but think I'd always wanted those. "My dad likes to get vicious." He called from the bathroom, sniffling.