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

Chapter 144 - The Tape

Winnie's POV

"I knew it!" I explode throwing a pillow across the room. "It was so obvious! It shouldn't even surprise me! With her and Greg always at it...her and Rachel at Tatiana's house...augh!" I snort.

"We have to tell him." Clifton says as he stares at the television still in shock. "But what if we get in trouble for taking the tape?"

"I'd rather be grounded for a few years then see this conniving tramp get away with her bull---" I pause. "Her stuff."

He nods slowly as he adjusts his glasses as he turns off the television.

"Do you think he'll believe us?" I ask nervously biting my lip.

"He has to believe us. We have proof."

"But what if he doesn't, Clifton? What if he sticks up for her?" I sigh rubbing my temples as I feel a headache coming on.

Clifton stays silent for a moment before looking up at me. "Then we'll take her down ourselves." He says quietly.

Michael's POV

"I'm so glad you're okay." Sheryl sighs out as Greg runs his thumb over their intertwined fingers.

"Me too." Tatiana chuckles weakly. "You almost tore the hospital up."

Greg snickers lightly. "I would've been better if someone would've brought my Cheetos." he says lifting his head up from the bed slightly to shoot me and Ricky a look.

"Come on, man. Who in their right mind is gonna think about food in a situation like that?" Ricky asks.

"Me!" Greg whines.

"Well that's because you're not in your right mind." Ricky snorts.

After speaking with the doctors, we were glad to find out Greg was fine with a minor concussion and some cuts and scrapes; but was to stay overnight in the hospital just to monitor any changes.

"Do you remember what happened at all?" Sheryl asks as Greg sighs out.

"I'm trying but it's—" Greg closes his eyes trying to remember. "Right now, I just remember seeing Ricky and Michael kinda..."

Before walking in to see Greg, we all decided it was best to not bring up what Greg had said earlier to Michael. It would be best to let his memory come back to him naturally without us giving him any stories to mess with his memory.

"Greg, don't stress yourself. It'll come to you eventually." Tatiana smiles gently.

He frowns lightly. "I just remember being in the hallway...after that everything is fuzzy." He groans running a hand over his face. "Man, if I'm this confused now I can't imagine what it was like when you woke up from a coma."

"I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone." she mutters.

Greg groans again growing frustrated.

"Greg, you'll be fine. Just don't stress about it right now. The doctors said to not think much right now- "

"That shouldn't be hard for you." Ricky snickers as Greg tosses an empty juice box at his head.

"I'll be cool for rehearsal tomorrow night and—"

"I'm canceling the show. You have to get better." I tell him as Greg rolls his eyes.

"Come on, man. I'm fine...it's not like I got a head transplant."

"You need one." Sheryl giggles.

"Not with yours. I'm not combing through all that every morning." Greg chuckles pulling a piece of her blonde hair. He looks back at me;

"I'll be fine, Mike. I need to play."