One day, I was visiting Michael Jackson after he had finished filming and rehearsing for his song Stranger Than Moscow.
He asked me to go and grab his fedora for him because we were both going outside for a walk.
When I got to his bedroom, I spotted something that looked like an empty pill bottle.
As soon as I read what it said, my heart sank.
"Oh my God..."
I put my hand on my mouth in shock.
Michael had never told me about his addiction to painkillers.
And I was really worried about him.
Just then, Michael came in.
"Baby, what are you—"
He stopped when he saw standing there without looking at me.
I slowly turned around and held up the empty bottle of painkillers.
"Michael, please tell me what this is".
"N-no! Oh my God! How did you—
Michael was now stuttering and it took an effort for me to get him to calm down.
I tried to hold back tears, but it was hard.
"Michael Joseph Jackson! Calm down"!
I hollered, causing him to shut up almost instantly.
I took his hand and then led him to the bed and sat him down so we could talk.
"Why didn't you tell me about your addiction"?
I asked him.
Michael was scared and nervous and now, he thought I would never forgive him.
"M-my shoulder's b-been hurting me a-and—I..."
The poor sing couldn't take it anymore and he burst into tears.
"Ohhh Michael..."
I pulled him closer and he hugged me while crying his heart out.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry"!
Michael kept on apologizing more than once.
After soothing him for a little while, he was able to calm down.
"I've been in a lot of pain lately, and after the police handcuffed me, they mistreated and handled me in a rough way. So, that's when I decided to take painkillers".
He said, and I gave him a tissue so he could blow his nose.
"You can tell me anything, Michael, baby. I love you with the bottom of my heart".
I held his hand and gave it a kiss.
He smiled a little and then allowed me to sit in his lap.
"I was so embarrassed, that...well, you know how horrible my trial was, don't you"?
Michael added, and I smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, those police officers are a bunch of meanies. And nobody messes with my king of pop".
I mischievously smirked and tickled his chin, making him giggle.
"I'm glad that we had this talk, baby. You're such a sweet girl".
Michael kissed me on the cheek, and I giggled and did the same thing to him.
