You Give Me Fever || Michael Jackson

Chapter 32: I Swear

I stand frozen for a moment, feeling both Lisa and Michael's eyes fixated on me, awaiting my next move or action.

I feel a touch on my right shoulder.

"Baby.. she's lying, I swear.."

"Pregnancy tests don't lie, Michael," I state softly, overcome with shock.

"It wasn't me, I swear it wasn't me.." he reasserts.

"Yeah, you weren't in such denial when me and you were having a time to remember, Michael," Lisa scoffs.

"And when was this?" I ask her.

"Hmm.. about.. four, five weeks ago," she replies.

I look around, realising all the party guests are still here.

Charlie gets the hint, and ushers everyone into the next room, after turning the music off completely.

"Four or five weeks ago.." I mutter. "Before Billie's death.. in fact, at least a week before it."

"Becky, it wasn't me!" Michael says once again, sadness in his eyes.

"Then who was it?!" I demand, poking at his chest.

"How the hell am I meant to know, huh? It's not my kid, okay?" he replies, surprisingly calmly.

"Oh, Michael," Lisa exhales, walking around him in circles. "Michael, Michael, Michael.."

"Look, I don't know why you're here, or what you want from me, so just stop lying in front of my girlfriend, okay?" he responds slyly.

Lisa scoffs for the millionth time tonight. "Ha! Yeah, if I were lying, the test would say negative, wouldn't it?"

"But.. it wasn't.. me!" Michael groans, seemingly becoming irate.

He is? Well, he can't imagine what this is like for me!

"Anyway, I'm gonna go home, get some rest so that Baby Jackson can get some peace," Lisa smiles.

"Baby Presley!" Michael corrects, watching her walk from the room.

He turns to me. "It's not me, I swear."

I ignore all signs of sadness from him. "Then explain why she has a positive pregnancy test, when Alex is in jail!"

"Ugh, it's called "sleeping with another man", y'know."

"Yeah, named Michael Jackson."

"No, it wasn't me."

"Why don't I believe you, then? Hmm?"

He lets out a sigh. "I don't know.. I really don't know. I'm telling the truth, I swear! Why would I sleep with my ex? Clue's in the title: "Ex"."

"Well, I don't know. I just can't believe it.. how could you do this to me, Michael?"

"Do what? Have you not been listening? I did nothing! Nothing!" he cries desperately.

"So you keep saying!" I hiss.

I grab a hold of his shirt collar and bring him to eye-level, and I look him dead in the eye.

"It wasn't me.." he says, his voice breaking from sadness.

"Okay, Jackson," I begin angrily, intimidating him a little. "If this baby of Lisa's ain't yours, then you'll look me in the eyes and swear on our baby's life that you're telling the truth."

"You seriously wanna bet on our miracle child's life, over this?" he asks mockingly, his sadness suddenly fading.

"If you're telling the truth, why does it matter, eh?" I challenge.