Rain On Me

Part 16 ~ Rain It All On Me

I'm on my way to Neverland right now.

I hope Michael went through with firing his maid Luana. The soft person Michael is, I can understand if he didn't go through with it . . but maybe I arrive at the right time and I can help him solve this problem with him.

The phone call thing with Ashley is so embarrassing, I can't even. . ugh! now that will be a fun explanation to do. .

it's 7:45pm . . I just arrived at Neverland. The gates are open for some reason. . but no one is anywhere near . . . I walk through and make my way to Michael's house . . I have kind of a weird feeling in my stomach. . the kind of feeling you have when you're at the wrong place at the wrong time . . but right now, it's the opposite.

I walk up to the door . . I take a step back and stare at the cops car next to the limo. . A police car? oh dear lord in heaven . . I hope everything's ok! I walk inside without knocking . . 3 police officers are standing in Michael's livingroom. He's sitting on his couch facing the floor.

"Michael!"

They all look at me.

Michael is holding a wet towel on the right side of his neck . . Oh my god.

"Officers . . this is Misses Miller" Michael says, moaning in pain.

"Good evening Miss . . . I'm officer Walt, we were called here by Mister Jackson himself. . apparently a fight occured between his maid and him and unfortunately he got seriously injured. . . Mister Jackson let the woman go for his own safety, which was a good move, Mister Jackson"

"A fight between him and his maid? . . Michael? . . what happened??"

"We suggest Mister Jackson staying somewhere else for a couple of days. . we will be taking care of this case while he is resting and recovering. . . are you related to Mister Jackson?"

"Umm . . no. . I'm his psychologist"

"Well, good timing you have Misses Miller . . . Michael's bodyguard and a driver should be here within the next few minutes . . if you could help pack some stuff for him, that would be good"

"Umm . . Michael . . I don't know where any of your stuff is . . I never-"

"It's ok . . I don't need anything . . . I just wanna get out of here"

We're in the car ride to Michael's hotel where he will be staying for at least a week. I want him to be at rest for at least two weeks . . I find 1 week is definitely not enough . . I feel so terrible . . all I want is talk to him . . and I promise myself that I will be more careful from now on . . . he fired her . . which is why they probably ended up in this bloody fight . . . what a help I am . . . I failed . . . I failed BIG TIME.

I should've known.

We're at the hotel . . . the paramedics and everybody else just left . . . they made sure Michael's wound on his neck is properly taken care of. Now he has this huge band-aid around his neck . . . aww . . poor guy . . We're finally alone now . . and I have some serious talking to do.

"I'm really glad you're here Misses Miller . . . I was gonna-"

"Call me Megan . . ."

". . . Huh?"

"Michael . . I can't even begin to describe how horrible I feel right now. As a psychologist, I should know things like that could happen . . they don't happen very often but they DO happen . . I feel terrible to know that it happened to you . . . I should've been more careful about this but . . I guess I just wanted you to be ok . . I wanted you to get rid of her as soon as possible . . I didn't think that any of this could happen . . I'm sorry Michael . . I'm terribly sorry and I apologize for not begin careful enough . . I made a decision and you followed it . . you went through with it and I-"

He sits up and puts his hand on my shoulder, making me stop talking.

"Hey, you have no fault, Megan . . it's ok . . I wanted to fire her . . and thanks to you I had to guts to do it. Yes, I got a bad cut on my neck but I got rid of her . . . you did the right thing by telling me to let her go . . . no one would've expected this to happen . . not even the best psychologist in town"

"I can't believe how nice you are about this . . . you could totally get rid of me and call me incapable . . but you don't . . I highly respect that and I . . . Michael . . I have to tell you something"

"What is it?"

I get up and sit down on the bed.

"The phone call . . do you remember? when you called me and I said all these things to you? how much I love you and all the stuff you told me? . . .well . . . that phone call actually happened"

A smile appears on his face. "I knew it!"

"Michael. . please let me finish . . that's not everything. . . that phone call happened but it wasn't me . . you called and I must've been in the shower or in bed already at that time, because my best friend Ashley, who is a die hard fan of yours . . she picked up and had a little fun with you . . . she pretended to be me and . . . that's how we got into this emotional confusion . . . I'm awfully sorry that she did this . . and THIS is the honest truth, Michael . . I'm very sorry . . if I could do anything to make this better, please tell me . . I'm so sorry"

The smile on his face gets bigger. "Well, now we know, huh?"

"Yes. . ."

"It's ok Misses . . I mean, Megan . . . I'm very happy to have you because it's great talking to you . . I can open up to you . . I barely do that with other people . . I would never wanna stop our therapy just because this happened . . I need this therapy and I couldn't imagine talking to anyone else but you"

I put my hand on his chest.

"That is so . . thank you Michael . . you're such a sweet soul . . I admire you"

"I admire you too . . I'm not an easy case . . am I?"

"No . . but you're my favorite"

He chuckles.

"Do you wanna talk to me about what happened? and how it happened? do you think it would make you feel good if you told me everything? . . or is there anything else you want to get off your chest? something that is making you feel numb? . . besides your neck :) . . . rain it all on me"

He smiles. "Actually . . I don't think I wanna talk about that . . it's the end of a long chapter and I closed it today. Luana is out of my life and I have you to thank . . that is everything I have to say about that . . ."

"Ok . . wonderful . . if you can say that you definitely closed this chapter then I'm happy and very impressed that you can do that so quickly . . but if there is any bad feeling about it . . any kind of feeling, I want you to bring it up so we can discuss it ok? you shouldn't keep anything bottle up . . especially not right now when so much has happened to you already . . . you are going to be at bed rest for at least two weeks and I will make sure all your people know that. . . you have to rest. . because your health is what's most important right now"

"Thank you . . thank you kindly . . . can I tell you a story when I was little?"

I smile. "I'd love to hear about that"

2 hours later

I open my eyes and yawn . . was I asleep? . . when did I fall asleep? what time is it? . . I look around to look for my white clock . . . wait a minute . . my clock isn't anywhere . . . this isn't even my bedroom . . I'm in Michael's hotel suite . . . I get up as fast as I can . . I run in front of the mirror to fix my hair and face. How did I fall asleep? . . I don't even remember falling asleep . . . it's 10:30pm!!!! . . Oh God. . I have to go . . this should've never happened . . I have to leave.

I grab my purse and walk to the door . . .

"Me-Megan?"

To be continued . . .