Darling Mikey || Michael Jackson & Prince Fanfiction

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|Monday, January 21st, 1987|
|Santa Barbara County, California|
|Neverland Valley Ranch|
|4:00 am|

Michael

I sat there at the piano, comforting Prince for a good hour as he cried, and cried uncontrollably. I felt horrible and it made my heart rip into shreds. I noticed from day one, that there was some deep rooted issues with him that I couldn't exactly put my finger on. However, I could see the pain in his eyes, and I truly wanted to know what was going on. All those times he got defensive about it, it was like a cry for help, and I feel bad for not realizing that. I shouldn't of thought that I was overreacting, because I was right, and all of that pain, was written all over his face and shown through his tears.

After his sobs calmed down, him and I went into the living room. It was the time where Prince was finally going to open up to me and explain what was going on, and I never thought I saw this day coming. I was in the kitchen, making him a cup of water while he sat on the couch, staring at his lap while his tears were dried onto his face, in silence. As I came out of the kitchen, I walked to the couch, handing him the cup of water. He looked up at me with very sad eyes, and slowly took the cup away from me.

"Thanks.." He faintly said, I nodded with a guilty look on my face, and then sat next to him. Prince took a sip of the water, and gently sat it down on the coffee table in front of us. He leaned back into the couch, bringing his legs his chest, and took a deep breath, finally beginning to open up.

"I've been through a lot, Michael.." He said with his voice slightly cracking, "I put on this face, everyday, to pretend that I'm okay, when in reality, I'm not. I'm hurt, and I have no idea how to deal that hurt, because I've been dealing with it all my life, from now, and since I was a kid. I felt pain, not one ounce of happiness existed in my life, ever. I grew up in a home where love, just didn't exist. My mother and father fought, all the time. It happened any time of the day, whether it was early in the morning, or if it was late at night, the fighting did not stop. It was like a battle zone, and I had no way out. It would even get physical, I saw my father, slap the soul out of my mother so many times that it would knock her out and she would be unconscious. Sometimes, she would be so vulnerable, to the point where she would use me as protection, and she would put me in between her and my father, so he wouldn't get to her. I felt so alone, so confused, and I felt like I had nobody. I got bullied in school, use to get called all types of names, and it began to weigh so much on me, and it started to reflect a lot in my character, I felt changed, but not in a good way "

"As I got older, I felt myself starting to spiral out of control. I realized that I was missing something in my life that I didn't have, and it was love, and I craved it like it was a drug. I was involved with a lot of girls, trying to search for that love I was missing, and I use to do it all the time, even behind my parent's back. When I was around twelve years old, I got caught in the bed with a girl, and just like that, my father threw me out of the house. I had little to none, no money in my pocket, nothing to keep me warm in the cold weather, and I remember walking miles to the nearest phone booth. I was so weak, I was crying, so hard, begging him if I could come back home, and his response, was no, every response was the same each time I called, it was always no. I remember sitting there, crying in that phone booth for two hours straight, and I never went back after that. I went through living at so many homes, I alternated between close family, and some friends..." Prince stopped abruptly, sounding like he was going to break down crying again.