Can we stop running ?

Part 2

*With Michael*

He was aboard the plane and he was ready to leave. He wondered. Who was taking care of Serenity? Somebody had

to be taking care of her... He had to be assured of that. He tried to sleep again but to no avail. He slept peacefully

when he had his daughter since she slept with him. That is not supposed to sound wrong. He found out after living

alone and having trouble sleeping he just needed someone with him 24/7. Serenity was only a small girl but she

understood.

She would snuggle into his chest feeling safe and giving the same feeling back to him. People always misunderstood

about the whole 'your child was hiding behind a mask' thing and how she wasn't really in the public eye much. When

she was it was a mask. She would easily become claustrophobic with all those people crowding her at such a small

age. He wondered if she is.

He then wondered how he was going to approach to her. Was he going to say, "Hey! I'm your father! Nice to meet

you again Serenity!" That sounded creepy to him. Or what about," Hey, What's up? I just checked that we are related

and you are my daughter." That sounded way too nonchalant. "Hey I am Michael Jackson and after ten years of trying

to find you from that psycho path you call a mother I found you! I just found out she died... Yeah. So Can I come in?"

That just sounded, like a little too much.

Michael in his mind was fighting on which introduction he should do. In the end he decided on just saying Hi and

hoping she will let him in. He was hoping she wouldn't open the door so he couldn't have made it more awkward

than it should have been.

He couldn't help but look at the picture he had in his pocket of him and her.

He couldn't help but smile. She was so small back then and how fragile she was. If seemed that if Michael didn't

watch her constantly something was going to happen. Not a lot of people knew this but Michael was very careful of

what happens to Serenity. If she started crying Michael felt as if it was his fault even if he wasn't even there.

Michael soon landed at the Denver International Airport and soon went to the car that was already there for him. It

was pretty early in the morning so not a lot recognized him. He got his signature shades and Surgeon Mask just

because. Frank has given him directions to the house and Michael was surprised when it led him to a ranch.

Michael stepped out nervously with his bodyguards and bit his lip. Should he just knock on the door or should he do

something else? He decided to knock on the door, and to his surprised one of his old friends, Johnny opened the

door.

"Michael? Man! Where have you been?" Johnny said brightly immediately letting him inside the house.

"I have been places for over the past ten years." Michael replied walking inside with his bodyguards. The home was

pretty home styled nothing fancy but this display of china in a display case. Michael sat down on the couch with his

bodyguards.

"Sorry we hadn't contacted you. We just came soon after we found out Jennifer, well you know.." Michael said once

again biting his lip and with his surgical mask on it made it sound a little muffled.

"Jennifer made us keep it a secret and we were to never talk about you. She made us keep our mouths shut but we

can finally talk to you after those long ten years." Johnny said.

Michael and Johnny and soon Johnny's wife were engaged in a deep conversation about all types of topics and little

did they know Maya was listening to it all. She was so shocked. Who was this? He looked bizarre and had like 5 other

men with suits.

He walked back up the stairs quietly and luckily Sakura's door was unlocked meaning she had woken up a little while

ago.

"Maya?" Sakura's muffled voice was heard as she stood up from her bed.

Maya stopped in her steps and faced her. Sakura had bed hair and usually she didn't bother to brush it.

"Why are you so up this early? It is 9 am." Maya said.

"I heard a lot of voices downstairs. I heard your mom and dad's voice and these deep voices and one that sounded

like a woman's because it was soft, but I am guessing a male?" Sakura asked thinking to herself what might be going

on.

"Some people came over and they look pretty bizarre." Maya said.

"How bizarre did they looked?" Sakura asked getting out of the bed and getting her old bunny slippers. She slipped

them on her feet and felt content.

"You will see when you come downstairs AFTER you take a shower!" Maya said.

"They are just people. I am not supposed to look like a model when I come downstairs, I am in my own house and I

should feel comfortable in it." Sakura argued when she got her hair and put it up.

"Whatever. When they scold you don't come to me." Maya said leaving the room.

Sakura rolled her eyes and rubbed her eyes. She looked like crap. Serious crap but then again you wouldn't care for

your appearance when someone who was close to you passed away.

Sakura decided to go get some breakfast because her stomach had been complaining since she woke up. She walked

downstairs forgetting there were people here. She heard chattering like, "Wasn't she so cute like when she.." But it

was cut short when she walked downstairs.

She went to the kitchen without looking at the living room and came back with a bowl of Cookie Crisps cereal. She

was enjoying it and she looked up to see nine pairs of eyeballs looking at her intensely. Sakura gulped and looked

around and looked at the people Maya was talking about. They did look bizarre especially the one will the color of

skin of pur white and a mask and shades. He got up and walked towards her..

With Sakura

I got nervous. What should I do? Did I know him from somewhere? Did I meet him some time ago but just forgot? I

think I have seen him somewhere just where? I think I would have remembered meeting him because he looks like

someone you would recognize right away.

He looked straight at me seriously and took off his shades. His eyes looked sad and looked like he hadn't slept. He

put his hand on my head and said, "Hi. I'm Michael Jackson. I'm your father."

I felt like my heart stopped... My father? After ten years he had come back for me? I felt like on one of those episodes

of The Maury Show were they find out they aren't the father but in this case... He was the father and he took me in a

full on embrace and he probably started to tear up. I couldn't lie but I did too. My father's identity was identified as

the strange man in my living room who also goes by Michael Jackson. FINALLY!