The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 92 - Ding Dong, the B***h Is Dead

Michael's POV

I sit up fast as Tatiana moves off of me in her sleep as she lets out a soft moan.

"P-pardon?" I say hoarsely.

"Mr. Jackson we believe we have found Rachel Gordon in Selma, California. The victim was found in an abandoned building--"

"Wait..." I furrow my eyebrows running a hand over my face giving a shaky sigh. "She's dead? A-are you sure that's her?" I say quietly looking over at Tatiana as she sleeps deeply.

"We have reason to strongly believe that the body belongs to Ms. Gordon. An autopsy was completed identifying her."

I give a shaky sigh closing my eyes. "What was the cause of death?" I whisper.

"Cocaine overdose..."

I furrow my eyebrows running my hand over my mouth.

"We have called to let you know that Tatiana's safety is no longer a threat, and we have called off the search for Rachel Gordon."

I swallow hard and nods gripping the phone, running a hand through my hair. "Yes..thank you, for calling..." I whisper before hanging up.

"Michael?" Tatiana whispers sleepily as I look over at her.

"It's okay, baby girl..." I whisper taking her in my arms. "Go back to sleep."

"Mmm..." she snuggles up in my chest as I hold her closer. I watch her as she drifts back to sleep.

I close my eyes, giving a shaky breath.

Rachel? Dead?

It just didn't make sense. Rachel was psycho, manipulative, dramatic. 

But Rachel wasn't a drug user. She was too smart.

Perhaps smart enough to fake her own death? Impossible. The body was identified as hers.

I look down at Tatiana as she sleeps deeply. I run my fingers through her hair as I kiss her head softly. I rub her back slowly as I let out a shaky breath.

"Relax, Michael...she's safe now. Nothing is going to hurt her ever again." I think to myself.

Tatiana moves her head slightly in her sleep, as I sigh.

"How am I going to tell her this in the morning?"

Tatiana's POV

I moan lightly as I slowly open my eyes the sun streaming through the bedroom curtains. I squint my eyes lightly as I rub them groggily.

I hear a soft sigh as I look up at Michael, who's still asleep. I gaze at him and smiles softly watching him. His curls fell across his face and I gently brushed it off to reveal his sharp, beautiful face. Under his eyes, there were dark circles as if he was up all night.

I gently try to move off of him, and his grip tightens.

"No..." he mumbles softly, his eyes closed as I giggle.

"Michael, I wanna shower..." I giggle as he groans tiredly moving his head over.

"Stay." he says sleepily his grip tightening.

"Michael..." I groan trying to wiggle away.

He opens his eyes slightly as the sunlight stream's in his eyes, letting out a groan closing them again.

"Come on..." I giggle. "I have to finish packing before we leave tonight..."

He reluctantly lets go moving his head under the covers mumbling tiredly.