I Am...Yours (MJ & Beyonce Love Story)

The Execution Part Two

Jay glared at Michael and turned to face him. "Point the gun at her." "What?" Michael whispered. "Point. The. Gun. At. Her!" Michael shakily turned around and pointed the gun at Carmela. Michael froze as he felt the cold barrell of the gun against his head. "Well Michael, finish her. End your probelms and your love child."

"No."

"Do it!"

"No!"

"Dammit Michael do it before I blow your brains out!!"

"Then fucking blow my brains out!"

Jay smirked. "Any last words to your husband?" He asked me. I stared at Michael. "I love you," I whispered. Michael smiled and blew kiss to me. Jay groaned in frustration. "Alright then. That's get this over with." Jay cocked his gun and sighed. Michael took a deep breath and held it up to Carmela. "I'm doing this because I love you Carmela." She nodded and smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Pull the trigger," Jay ordered. "Pull it!" He barked again. Michael closed his eyes just as I closed mine.

Two gun shots went off and I heard the gun drop. I opened my eyes and gasped. Carmela and Kelly laid dead on the floor and Michael was standing there with the gun in his hand. Jay lowered his gun as he shot a warning shot in the air. Michael dropped the gun and leaned over Carmela. "Carmela, I'm so sorry." He held her in his arms and rocked her. He looked at the developing baby bump and looked at me in guilt.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it? Too bad Kelly wanted to be a savior." Michael looked at me with tears in his eyes. He grabbed the gun and shot Jay in the leg. I watched as Michael was grabbed by Kanye. In blind anger, Michael hit him in the mouth. That's when everything happened in a blur.

Michael came over and unchained me and Solange. We picked her up together and hobbled out the warehouse. "Where are we?" I asked in panic. Michael shrugged as he grabbed the gun from the floor. "We gotta hurry, LAPD should be around soon." We ran as fast as we could until I heard noises.

"Is that our dads?"

We looked ahead and saw Matthew and Joe heading to a car. "Go!" Solange ordered. "I'll be fine." I looked at her and she smiled. "I'll do anything to keep you safe. Now move!" She pushed us off of her and she slid down to the floor. We ran after our dad's and stopped them.

"Look who's joining us!"

Michael and I froze and we stared at our dads, our creators, the men who supposedly loved us the most. "I can't believe you," Michael said softly. Joe frowned. "Why? You expect me to just let this happen?" Michael shook his head. "No I don't, but you know nothing will stop you unless death."

"Michael put the gun down," I whispered. He shook his head as he loaded it. "I didn't think I would be doing this, but hey, shit happens."

"Mr. Jackson put it down!"

Detectives Lauren and Kingston were behind us. "Michael!" I begged. He shook his head. "Mr. Jackson if you don't comply we'll have to shoot." Michael looked at me and then his dad. "Mother will thank me later," he whispered. Michael pulled the trigger and just as Detective pulled us I pushed Michael down. I felt a sharp jab in my shoulder and collapsed.

"Oh God, Bey no!!"

Oh God....whoa...

I heard the beeping of the machines. "She's stable, and her sister is recovering. I whimpered and let out a strained moan. "Mrs. Jackson, can you hear me?" I nodded. "Where's my sister? Where's Michael? Oh God, where's my babies?" I sat up quickly only to be pushed back down. "Everybody is fine." I looked at my doctor and sighed. "Where's my husband? I need him." He pointed over to the side and I saw Michael laying on a hospital bed next to me. "He insisted on being with you." I chuckled drily. "That's Michael."

His body was surrounded by tubes and machines and he was in a gown. I sighed and watched as he slowly breathed. I could only imagine what hell he was going through. I turned over and looked at the ceiling. What a story to tell the kids...

"Hey pretty baby."

I turned back around and saw Michael staring at me. His eyes a bloodshot red from the crying. "What?" He whispered. "I didn't think I would even make it past five o'clock." Michael sighed. "Yeah but that's all yesterday now." I frowned. "You've slept for almost twelve hours," he informed me. "Damn." He laughed and reached for my hand. I stretched out and grabbed his.

"We good?" He asked.

"We good," I responded. Michael nodded and looked up over my head. "And here they come." I looked back and saw Dana, Mama, and Michael's mother dashing towards our room. "Michael! Bey!" Katherine made a beeline for Michael and smother him with a hug. "Oh my baby!" She weeped. Michael chuckled. "Hi Mother," he replied. Mama stood over me and hit my leg. "The hell is wrong with you not telling anybody you're in danger? I oughta spank you!"

I sighed. "I'm glad to see you too." Detectives Kingston and Lauren came in. I waved. "I think we have somebody you would like to see."

"Mommy, Daddy!"

The twins ran in and I grabbed them. Princess ran over to Michael and climbed into his arms. Another detective brought in Blanket. I smiled as I held my baby. "I'm so sorry boo." I kissed his little forehead and cooed softly to him. He looked up at me with his big brown eyes and yawned. "Mommy's here, and I'm not going anywhere anymore."

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, before you leave you could make a statement if you'd like?" Lauren asked.

Michael glanced at me and I shrugged. He smiled and said,

"No comment sir."

Five months later...

"Want another glass of wine?" I asked. Michael shook his head. We sat on the deck of our yacht in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. "I've had two already." He turned to face me and smiled gleefully. "How does it feel?" He sang, "to be free? Free like a bird!" He laughed and pulled me towards him. I laughed and kissed him. "Fabulous," I sang back. Michael smiled and looked back at the vast sea in front of us. "Too bad Dana has to deal with the kids for a two weeks." I shrugged. "We needed the break too bad we couldn't get it sooner." I nodded but shrugged as I drank my glass of wine.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked. Michael shrugged as we looked at the sunset. "Up the mountain," he suggested, "and we'll stay there." I nodded. Michael had a weird way of explaining things to me but I didn't care. He gently touched the scar on my shoulder. "Your husband is a weirdo," he whispered. "And your wife is gold-digger," I whispered back, "but that doesn't mean a thing to me." Michael smiled and carressed my face. "I love you."

I kissed him passionately and pulled back just enough to utter the words,

"I am yours."

Author's Note: It ended y'all! What are we gonna doooooo!!!! I don't know about y'all but I'm writing so yeah....my finals end tomorrow! But about this Solange fight! I'm not touching that. If anybody ever bucks me I'm calling Solo! But that hologram at the Billboard Awards though! It was cool for like the first minute and 30 seconds but after that I lost the vibe :/ sorry Michael. It was too real for me and then it didn't really look too much like him. And the crowd was dead a'f! But thank you all so much for supporting a dream that has possibly changed this world! I might be considered a pioneer from this book! Maybe more will come up like this and I'll know I started it and I'm glad to share it with all of you. Remember, don't let anyone bring you down on your dream! So many people would look at me crazy because of this book but I didn't care! I'm successful now. Thank you so much. And don't leave just yet :)