You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 48: Because Michael Refused To Love

I manage to unfreeze myself and take a step back. My head is spinning. It's happening again.

There's another gun pointing at my head.

Why did it have to be so early in the morning? No one's about! We can't even get someone to help us in any way..

I glance over at Michael. He's still frozen, his eyes fixated on the gun. I manage to step back far enough to stand next to Michael.

"M-Michael.." I whisper.

I take his hand. Rachel is standing glaring at us evilly.

"Oh, what are you gonna do? Ring the police?" she asks mockingly.

I nod. I don't say anything, I just search my pockets for my phone. It isn't there.

"Where's my phone?" I ask quietly.

Rachel smirks and brings her free hand from her pocket.

"Looking for this?" she asks, holding my phone.

"Give it back," I demand.

"Oh, I don't think so," she says.

She digs the gun further into my temple. This brings a load of flashbacks. Of Daniel.

"Why can't we just run away?" I whisper into Michael's ear, so Rachel doesn't hear me.

"She's got your phone. You can't leave without it. Otherwise we can't call the police," Michael replies.

"What about your phone?" I ask. He searches his pockets.

"You freaking kidding me?" he asks angrily, as Rachel brings his phone from her pocket.

"I've got it all worked out. Sorry," Rachel smirks.

I take a breath. The most logical thing to do would be run away. But I can barely move. And even if we do, we won't get our phones back. We lose either way. But I know what I'd rather do.

"Michael, can't we just run away?" I ask. He's frozen still.

"I don't wanna risk it. If we run, she might shoot. We can't risk it," he replies.

I never thought of that. God, why couldn't someone be WALKING BY?!

"Rachel, please don't hurt me," I beg, feeling the gun go further into my temple. It hurts like crazy now.

I try to pull away, but Rachel just digs it in further.

"Oh, sorry. No can do," she says evilly.

I feel tears forming in my eyes. I squeeze Michael's hand. What was once a perfect holiday has become a nightmare.

"Why are you doing this to us?" I ask sadly.

Rachel becomes calm.

"I loved Daniel, and I never got to tell him.. he died with an unhappy life. He found out you didn't really love him, his gang was falling apart, he was losing friends.. he was such a troubled man," she explains.

Why am I feeling sorry for Daniel now? He tried to kill me!

"That wasn't our fault. We did it to stop us from being hurt. Wouldn't you do the same thing?" Michael asks.

Rachel doesn't react.

"Rachel, please," I beg, trying to lift the gun from my temple. "Don't do this to us."

"How can I not, huh? You've killed me mentally! Maybe physically.." her voice trails off.

What does she mean 'maybe physically'? She finally removes the gun from my head. I caress the area it was dug into. It hurts now.

Michael hugs me from the side. His hands are covering my stomach. Oh god, our baby!

"I've wanted a happy life all these years.. I've been determined to lead a good life.." Rachel rants on, fiddling with the gun in her hand.

She then points it back at me.

"Without you in my life, I can do that," she says.

I step back in fright. My head is going crazy with dizziness. I feel faint. This is my worst nightmare.

"No! Don't dare shoot her! She's got our child in her! She's young! You can't take her life! I'll do anything to avoid you taking her life.." Michael cries.

Aww, he's so sweet. Rachel takes a moment to think. She lowers the gun.

"Anything?" she challenges. Michael nods.

"Anything," he replies. Rachel smirks evilly.

"Kiss me," she says. Michael's eyes widen.

"What?!" he asks. Rachel smiles.

"Yeah, I've always had a crush on you, too. Not just Daniel. If I can't have him, I want you," she says.

Is she out of her mind?!

"No!" I growl.

Rachel points the gun my way again, making me step back.

"You said you'd do anything!" Rachel retorts angrily.

"That was before you told me what you wanted..! Rachel, I don't think this is a good--"

Michael is cut off. Rachel suddenly points the gun at herself.

"Listen, if you don't kiss me, I'll shoot myself. I only want you to love me. Michael, I don't know what's wrong with me.. I thought I hated you but.. I just can't," she says. Michael frowns.

"Rachel, I can't love you.. I'm sorry, but I love Becky," he says.

Rachel digs the gun into her own forehead.

"I'm not kidding, I will shoot myself," she threatens.

Michael walks her way. He places his hand on her shaking arm.

"Look, you don't have to do this to yourself. Just stop right now. You'll find the right guy, I know it. It just won't be me," he says calmly.

Rachel's eyes fill with tears.

"I'm mad, aren't I? I'm crazy in the head! I don't wanna be.. but I do, too.. I'm crazy.. I don't know what I'm capable of.. I can kill with this weapon.. I'm scared, Michael, I'm scared," she cries.

Michael thinks for a moment about what the hell he's gonna do. I'm seriously wondering, too. Will he actually kiss her? Or will she kill herself?

Whatever happens, I think someone's gonna die.. don't let it be me or Michael.. or Ryder.. our baby..

"Rachel, look. It's early in the morning, no one's around, there's no one to help you here.. just go back to America and take a few days to calm down, ok? You're gonna find the right guy," Michael assures her.

Rachel is still holding the gun to her head.

"But I've found the right guy.." she whispers, her crying making her voice weak. "I've found you."

"Rachel.. Why are you making this so hard? I can't kiss you, or love you. I'm sorry," Michael replies.

"Just one kiss.." she begs. Michael rolls his eyes and sighs.

"No, Rachel," he mutters.

Rachel lets out a loud cry of mental pain.

"Fine! I'm done with this world!" she cries painfully, before pulling the trigger.

BANG!

Then, she's lying on the floor, her body completely lifeless.

She took a bullet to the head because Michael refused to love her.

Author's note: Hmm.. Now Rachel's dead, too! Were you expecting that?😄