Michael Part II

Wha-Wait..

The weekend had gone by. Michael had dropped all charged against Mika when he woke up at the hospital. All he wanted was Mika out of his life. His life that he still could not even remember.

Natalie had heard from Jacob about everything that had happened to Michael over the last couple of weeks. She and Michael argued for over an hour before he let her take the kids back Miami with her. He thought it would he best, because he couldn't be 100% for them at the moment.

Fortune and Ezra flew back to Detroit with Michael. Which is where Michael it currently is. He was sitting on the living room floor looking through old photo albums from his childhood and his children's.

He couldn't remember. As much as he tried he just couldn't. It angered him.

"Are you okay?" Mikey asked his father as he took a seat across from him on the floor.

"I can't remember. I want to. I want to remember everything, not just be told everything or stories. I want my life back. Before any of this. Before Mika. Before the tumor. It seemed happier," Michael said as he continued to flip through the albums.

"Give it time dad. I know it'll come back. And when it does we'll be here for you. We are here for you, so please don't shut us out."

Michael smiled at his son. They flipped through the rest of the albums together. Mikey pointed out his favorites and told Michael about the days that they were taken. This only left Michael wanting to remember even more.

Meanwhile, Mika was trying to sort out his life. He fucked up. He knows he did. And his family wasn't going to let him forget what he had done. They reminded him everyday, multiple times that he messed his life up.

He wanted Michael back and he was willing to do whatever it took. His family thought it'd be best for him to get some help. Starting Wednesday he'd be going to therapy to help cope with everything and to help control his anger, so nothing like what he did to Michael would happen again.

A week later Michael finally got into a routine. He started going back to the gym with his oldest sons to help bring back his strength. One day at the gym Michael got a harp pain in his head. He started to become dizzy and sat down on the floor

Mikey rushed to his side, "dad what's wrong?!"

Michael didn't answer. His head was spinning and he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears. He covered his head with his hands as he laid down on the floor.

Within five minutes it stopped. He sat up really fast and almost smashed into Mikey's head. Michael then started to laugh.

"What the hell is so funny?!" Mikey asked his crazy father.

"Mikey, when you were two you poured a carton of milk into your toy chest. It took your mother and I a week to find out where the smell was coming from," Michael said as he continued to laugh.

"I didn't know that. Who told you that?" Mikey questioned with a straight face.

"No one Mikey," Michael smiled.

"Wha-wait. You remembered it?!" Mikey said in excitement.

Michael nodded, "mhm."

They both hugged tightly and laughed.