You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 58: I Couldn't Stop Her

My heart is beating faster.

Is Michael suggesting what I think he's suggesting?

His breathing's become heavy. He's almost having a panic attack.

I have never seen him like this before. I don't like it, naturally.

I rest my hand on his shoulder and look into his eyes.

"Michael, keep calm, it'll be ok, I'll make sure of it," I say in a panic.

I really don't know what to do.

"Janine.." he manages to choke.

His breathing is becoming faster, what's happening to him? I hate this!

"It's Janine, it really is Janine.." I mutter sadly.

I lift Michael from the floor, he's shaking.

"What did she do to you?" I ask.

Michael collapses onto a chair that somehow wasn't broken in Janine's room destruction.

He buries his head into his hands. I hear him begin to cry. I stroke his back gently.

"Michael.. you can tell me, I won't get mad," I say calmly.

He looks up, his breathing starting to return to nomral, a little..

"She.. went all the way," he says, before looking down. "I feel sick."

"So technically she sexually assulted you.." I mutter. "Michael, I'm so sorry."

How could she do that? That's evil.

Michael swallows slowly.

"It's not your fault. God, I feel so sick. It was horrible, she got all over me," Michael cries.

I place my head on his shoulder, standing behind him. I stroke his back once more.

"You can tell me everything. Then, we're calling the police," I say sharply.

Michael looks up. "Police?!"

"Yes, they need to know, Michael," I say.

Michael's eyes fill with tears.

"I don't want to tell anyone other than you," he cries.

I kiss his cheek. "You got to, sweetie. This is serious, you don't realise that--"

"I do, but I don't think I'm ready to tell anyone else yet."

"Michael," I sigh. "If you don't tell them, I will. I'm doing this for you. Because I love you, so much."

Michael looks down at his hands, before attempting to stand up.

"I'll tell you, but," he stops for a moment to take a breath, before sucking air between his teeth. "I'm not comfortable with telling anyone else."

"Michael, don't be afraid."

"Uh, about a half hour after you left, I heard the doorbell go. I opened the door, and she barged in. I couldn't stop her. I asked why she was here, and she said "Because you owe me from the failed kiss on New Year's Day." So, I said, "I owe you nothing, I don't like you," and she got all upset and got close to crying, and she went, "I thought you were my friend, Michael, I'm only tryna be nice." I started to get defensive, and said "Janine, how is kissing me in front of my girlfriend a nice thing to do? I nearly lost her, and I actually care for her. You're just.. easy." she acted all surprised, and came closer to me, I backed away, but I decided to run to our bedroom, and hoped I would be able to lock the door before she got in. That plan failed; she got in before I had even started to close the door. I fell back, onto the bed, and Janine came onto the bed next to me. She said "Oh, getting a little enthusiastic, are we?" and I totally lost it, screaming, "Janine, I don't like you, just leave my house now, I never wanna see you again!" This made her mad, that's when she started to trash the place. She somehow managed to knock the bed over, she killed the wardrobe, and then, I ended up on the floor, and she.."

Michael stops, as his eyes are filling with tears again, and he swallows to get his voice back. He's still shaking.

"That's when she started.. going further.. listen, I can't do this anymore, it's getting too hard to say.." he stops again.

"Michael.. You gotta tell me how you managed to get tied up with rope. You're a strong person, Michael. But you've gotta tell me that bit," I say.

Michael looks at me, his face red from crying.

"After she'd.. y'know, "finished," she asked if I enjoyed it, y'know, and I said no, and she got mad, and started hitting me and kicking me. I fell back to the floor, then she lifted me up real violently, and tied me to the chair whilst I was still recovering from the hits and kicks she gave me.. I couldn't stop her, Becky, I couldn't stop her!"

Michael's crying hysterically now, and I console him tightly.

"Shh, Michael, it's ok. The police will know about this, and they'll help you," I say

"I don't wanna tell them yet.. I will tell them, just not now.. It's all so new, and.. hard to think about.. I feel so sick, dizzy, I'm all over the place.. I just.." he stops to take another breath.

I look into his eyes. Now's not a great time for blackmail, but it's the only way to make him do the right thing.

"Michael, if you don't tell the police, I'll get mad at you. I don't wanna get mad at you, especially after what has just happened, but your refusing may force me to get angry," I say calmly.

Michael has stopped crying as much now, but he's still teary-eyed.

"If it means you not getting mad, then okay. But not yet. I'm not ready. I wanna take a shower. I need to wash the pain away."

He gets up, kisses my lips once and heads towards the door.

"I'll be back in a half hour," he says sadly, before leaving the room.

"Ok, Michael," I reply.

God, how sorry do I feel for him? Just when one bad thing finishes, another starts.

It isn't fair.

I swear I could kill Janine.

It's like, first it was Daniel, but when he was defeated, Rachel came alone, and now she's been defeated, Janine has stepped up to the plate.

Who's gonna come next, that's what I worry about.

Who's gonna ruin our lives next?!