Tatiana's POV
"He what?" I say in disbelief.
"He wants you to stay with him....until we find you a condo, or get the house straightened up." she says as I chuckle in disbelief shaking my head.
"He's probably sexually deprived, or lost his fucking mind." I think to myself.
"I'd rather stay at my parents house, then live with him." I say casually as I fold more clothes, trying to shrug the offer off. She looks at me and shrugs.
"Quincy thinks it's a good idea." she says.
"I can just stay in a hotel, or something." I reply.
"Like far up in the Appalachian mountains."
"And be trapped in a room, full of paparazzi outside." she says looking up at me. "And dealing with them trying to sneak in?" she says as I keep packing. "Tatiana--" she gives me a sincere look. "I'm sure it won't be that bad..."
I scoff.
"That bad?" I say raising an eyebrow. "After all the bullshit I went through with him, and it won't be "that bad" " I say air qouting her with my fingers.
"You're right....it'll be worse." I mutter slamming clothes in my luggage. "And after this so called damn apology at the airport and he couldn't even--"
I begin to laugh lightly shaking my head angrily.
"He couldn't even believe I was a virgin before I met his big ego ass, and he laughs at me?!" I flip my hair over my shoulder. "Forget it, call Quincy and tell him to tell him I'll find somewhere."
"Tatiana, I think you should really listen to what Quincy has to--"
"He's going to try to talk me into it." I say rolling my eyes as I zip up the last piece of luggage. "I better take a quick nap, before heading out.." I say tiredly, attempting to change the subject.
"Mkay.." Ana says raising an eyebrow getting off the bed. "But you need to talk to him, eventually." she says walking to the door.
"Don't count on it!" I say flopping on the bed as she walks out. I study my nails and rolls my eyes.
"Over my dead body..." I think to myself as I close my eyes falling asleep.
Michael's POV
I pace the room like a caged animal, my hands behind my back. I keep taking peeks at the phone and I look at my watch.
Quincy was supposed to call an hour ago with some sort of answer. I sit on the bed, shaking my legs gently and puts my head in my hands.
"Michael Jackson what were you thinking inviting Tatiana..it's to soon...." I think to myself before pacing the room again nervously.
"But maybe-- if she says yes, you can get her back...."
I run a hand through my curls as I feel myself getting more and more anxious. I finally can't stand it anymore, and walks out the bedroom going downstairs.
I need to walk, or I will go crazy without knowing.
I step out the main home, but I stop in my tracks when the black Rolls Royce Phantom on my driveway catches my attention once again.
The same car, that this Korea deal has been bribing me with.
What the hell am I going to do with it? I rarely drive.
I sigh and scratches my head strolling further into the grounds.
I find myself getting lost at the private zoo, greeting the specialists that watch over the animals. There was a reptile handler, someone else for the bears, lions, and chimps, and so on.
I crouch down and greets the chimps, and with them being very observant, they’d study the details of my jacket, fiddle with it, and kiss it. It made me giggle at their cute actions. They would drink juice right out of juice boxes with straws. I reach in my pocket and hand them their favorite candies, Jujubes and Nerds. They would hold up their little pieces of candy and fully examine the thing before eating it.
Now, candy may not be the most nutritious, animal-rights-approved option for any of these animals, but the baby bears absolutely loved Skittles.
Right when I exit the chimps’ area, one of his assistants come running in my direction, huffing and puffing.
“Mr. Jackson!” She pants. “Thank God I found you.”
“Is everything alright, is it Quincy?” I ask my thoughts going straight back to Tatiana.
“Frank’s on the phone.” She stated. “He says it’s urgent and he would really like to speak to you at this very moment.”
“Uh... Okay.”
I jog back to the main house, to my office where one of the male assistants is holding out the phone for him.
“Thank you.” I nod, taking the phone. The assistant nods and smiles politely before exiting the room, leaving me in private.
“Hey Frank,” I greet. “Uh… So is everything okay?”
“Michael, we got a problem here.” Frank stated firmly.
“Alright, what’s going on?”
“Rachel, she got away....they can't find her.” Frank announces and my eyes nearly pop out my skull.
"What do you mean, they can't find her?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"I don't know, Mike." he says. "But it's all over the news. They have a warrant out for her arrest."
“How long could she get?”
“I don’t know. Years.”
“Years?” I say in shock.
“Violating someone’s property without permission is against the law, Michael. She probably could get it for stalking, and harrassement.”
“Oh.” I look down “I just can’t believe Rachel would go so far.”
“I always knew she was a little fucked up in the head….”
“Like what made her go out and just--" I pause furrowing my eyebrows. "Have it out for Tatiana? I don't understand..."
Frank chuckles. "Now you start asking questions, after all the fucked up things you put her through kid?" he says as I hear him taking a puff. “For starters, millions of little girls hate Tati just because she dated you. And just because your relationship with her didn’t last, she’s labeled a whore now, because of what you would call her.” Frank makes known. “Second, jealousy obviously drove her to do it. I mean look at how she controlled Tatiana, and fed you with all of these lies. Tatiana was so in love with you, and you didn't see it.” he pauses. "And because Rachel was her friend longer, you believed her because of your insecurities."
"I guess...." I say quietly. "I didn't know it would be like this..." I say softly.
“What did you see in Rachel, anyway? She hit all of Tati’s notes wrong.”
“I don’t know, Frank.” I answer in more a languid tone. “I was tired of holding auditions. I hate doing those, you know that.”
“But you’re gonna have to do it again because Rachel can’t continue this tour.” Frank says.
Thank God.
Yeah, I guess.”
“Unless you can get Tati to go back on tour, but I doubt that.” Frank suggests loosely.
I look down. "I asked her to live her for awhile..." I say quietly.
"Am I supposed to laugh?" Franks coughs purely stunned.
"I asked Quincy to ask her for me. She doesn't have anywhere else right now, and her manager said the house is to wrecked...."I say swallowing hard. "And I want know she's safe."
"Mike.." he sighs. "Do you really think that's a wise decision?"
"It is." I say stubbornly. "And you won't talk me out of it."
"I know that." he says. "But you know-- you will have to go back on tour. What about her then?"
"She can come with me." I say simply.
"Even if I have to carry her, or put up a good fight." I think to myself.
“So, anyway, uh…” Frank clears his throat. “Have you talked to her since the airport?”
"“No.” I sigh, sitting down in his office chair, resting his elbows on the desk. “I don’t know which hotels she’s staying at, otherwise I’d be calling her." I say shaking my leg as the anxious feeling comes back.
"I miss her..." I say softly.
Quincy's POV
"Ana, did you talk to her yet?" I ask signing papers, as she is on loud speaker on the office home phone.
"She's pretty set on not going." Ana sighs. "She's a stubborn one..." she laughs lightly.
"Oh I know..." I chuckle shaking my head. "Just like Michael..."
She sighs. "I don't know where I can find her a place at such short notice. And with this media craze...." she pauses. "It's going to be hard to find a hotel, where they can tolerate it."
"How about this..." I put my pen down leaning back in the chair. "You have me speak to her. And I'll see what I can do...."
"Alright...." she sighs. "I'll have her call you..."
"Thanks Ana, I'll talk to you soon."
"Goodbye, Mr. Jones." she says before hanging up.
I hit the button disconnecting the call before getting back to work, chuckling to myself, thinking of fiesty Tatiana vs. Quiet hard-headed Michael.....what a pair.
"It's going to be interesting to see how this plays out...." I think to myself in amusement.
**
About a few hours later I sit in the living room sitting back, reading the paper.
"Sweetheart?" My wife, Peggy says from the doorway. I look up at her and smiles.
"Telephone...." she smiles as I furrow my eyebrows.
"Who is it?" I reply putting the paper down.
"Michael." she nods toward the phone. "And he sounds really-- anxious or aggitated..." she says as I take off my glasses getting up, answering.
"Hello?" I say as she walks out.
"Quincy?" he replies. "Quincy?" he says again sounding more anxious.
"Mike, calm down man..." I chuckle. "What's the problem?"
"Did she call? A-at all today?" he asks timidly. "Have you heard from her?"
"No I haven't." I say slowly. "She hasn't called back yet--"
"Have you talked to her people or anything?" he blurts interrupting. "Did she get your call?"
I try not to crack a smile at his patience. "Michael-- I'm positive she got the call..." I pause. "But understand this Mike, you asked Tatiana to stay with you. Now, given the circumstances between you both currently, it isn't exactly peachy." I say. "Tatiana would say 'no' after everything that has happened, you do realize that...?"
He stays silent awhile before answering.
"I guess so..." he says softly. "But she has to say yes because--"
A beep starts on the phone, indicating someone was trying to call.
"Hold on a second, Michael...someone is trying to come through." I say before switching over to the other line.
"Hell-o?" I say.
"Hey Quincy, its Tatiana--" she says in a monotone voice. "Ana said to call you, before I boarded."
"You're at the airport?"
"Yeah....I'm actually on the plane." she replies. "And if you want to talk about Michael, I just-- I can't deal with it, Quincy..." she says swiftly. "Not anymore."
I sigh and runs a hand over my face. "Tatiana-- listen to me very carefully. I know you and Michael are not on good terms right now. I get it." I pause. "But I think it would be a good idea if you spent a little time with him." I say calmly sitting down at my desk.
"Are you kidding me?" she scoffs. "Why would I do that? After all the shit he put me through?"
"Tatiana-- listen to me...." I say slowly. "You need to repair this relationship with Michael, but not only that-- Rachel is out there. It would be better if you go and stay somewhere that would be safe and where she won't expect you to be. And not to mention far from the media attention." I say as she stays silent. "And as for Michael-- you two don't have to get back together, but just know you have to get along because you will see him around and you will have to perhaps work with him, at some point in your career again."
She stays silent and sighs.
"Tatiana-- at least do it for your safety. Do it for Winnie, and your family." I say as she sighs again staying silent for awhile.
"Fine." she mutters reluctantly. "Call him and tell him I'll be at the ranch at 12' am." she mumbles. "And I'm only doing this for Winnie....and that's my only reason." she says as I smile.
"I understand, and I'll let Michael now. He's on the other line, right now."
"Oh." she says bitterly. I chuckle lightly.
"Let me let him know, and I will see you later."
"Alright..." Tatiana sighs. "Goodbye, Quinc." she says before we disconnect.
I connect back to Michael.
"Mike?" I say as he bursts out.
"She's coming! S-she said she would!" he says excitedly as I look at the phone confused.
"How did you--?"
"Oh..." he says shyly, knowing he's probably blushing. "You made it a three-way call instead of a two-way. I didn't mean to listen, but I heard her voice and I--"
"Has to know...' I finish his sentence chuckling. "I know..."
He grows quiet and I hear his voice grow hurt. "It's not like she wanted to in the first place though..." he says quietly.
"Mike..." I sigh. "You know if she doesn't love you, you have to let her go..."
"No." he replies immediately. "That was my problem before...letting her go. I'm not doing it again. I'll die before I let her go again." his voice rising with determination. "I had a special place in her heart before, and I don't want to lost that place....not ever again. I let her go one to many times, and I won't do it again. I swear it."
"He really loves this girl...." I think to myself sitting back.
"Then you don't let her go, Michael..." I tell him. "I don't doubt you love her....I never did. But don't do the mistakes you've done in the past."
"I won't...." he says. "I promise...."
Tatiana's POV
I swallow hard playing with my fingers nervously as I sit in the car, with a driver (of course) on the way to Neverland.
"Why the fuck did I agree to this bullshit?"
I tug at the bottom of my top looking down inspecting my outfit. A simple grey crop top, paired with grey leggings, black ankle heel booties, and a gold watch. And wearing grey seems especially appropriate for the occasion.
I study my nails and I look out the window at the California night sky, feeling my stomach tie in knots. The thought of me on my way to his house....it's enough to make me have a heart attack before I even get to Neverland.
"Don't throw up..." I think to myself as I press my forehead against the cool window.
Just to think everyday, I am going to have to stare in those brown eyes. I'm going to have to remember when and how I fell for him.
And how he hurt me. How he ripped my heart out....
Fuck....
"I wonder if it's too late to turn this thing around and go to a hotel..." I raise and eyebrow and sighs irritably. "Then Quincy will kick my skinny ass." I scowl.
I'd rather be with Paul at this point...not in that way but at least he didn't treat me like Michael did.
He fucked up big time, but he honestly always meant well.....simply because he was in love. As we all know, you do crazy things when you are in love even if you look insane.
"Not that it gives him a pass on him lying."
I pull out a blanket and pulls it over my shoulders, as I sit back in the seat getting comfortable. I might as well try to get some sleep, because I know there is no way I will sleep at Neverland, knowing I'm in the same house as Michael Jackson.
**
"Miss?" the driver says as I open my eyes very sleepily in a complete daze.
"We're here..." he says as I sit up slowly looking around.
The mansion lights are on, in the dark night making it have a beautiful magical glow. I swallow hard as the memories begin to flood my mind of when I first came here.
The excitement and happiness from the beginning is now filled with pain and annoyance.
The pain of remembering how it was and the annoyance of being here. I stay in the car as the driver gets out the car opening the door for me. I shakily gets out, my legs feeling like jello as I stumble in my heels along the brick drive.
"Get it together Tat...." I think to myself as I fix my wild blond curls nervously.
I look up as the driver begins to pull out my luggage.
"Oh thank you..." I say grabbing it from him. "I got it..."
If I have my hands full it will minimize the awkwardness of seeing Michael and figuring out if I should stand awkwardly, shake his hand, or punch his face.
I slowly and nervously walks up to the door struggling to carry all my cargo.
"Do I seriously need to pack so much?" I mutter to myself stopping at the door. Before I could prepare myself to knock the door swings open.
'Tatiana..." he says softly staring in my eyes.
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