One Week Later
I was at work, talking with Megan. She was shocked to hear me say that Michael and I were dating. It was like she couldn't believe it.
"No way. You and Michael Jackson? A couple? So that's one truth they told everyone." Megan said.
"Wait...who told everyone?" I asked, a bit curious.
"The press. They figured you two were dating."
I was a bit confused. 'How did they find out?' I thought.
Megan showed me the recent tabloid and I saw a picture of me and Michael having our picnic date. My eyes went wide a bit and I gasped. I read over what they wrote and shook my head.
"Have you read what they wrote?"
"No, Becky. What did they write?"
"They wrote, 'Is this true love or is he using her to get an old girlfriend back?' That's the lie they wrote. I can't believe they'd do something like this. I know he wouldn't use me and he spoils me by choice. Mainly because he loves me."
"Why do they write these lies?"
"To have people think wrongly of him..." I handed the tabloid back to her. "These lies have to stop."
Megan crumbled the tabloid up and threw it in the fireplace. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 4pm.
"Well, we should get out of here. Crystal and Kathy should have clocked in already."
Megan nodded and we soon left the cafe. We got in her car and she drove me home. I was looking out the window and sighing. Megan heard my sigh and knew it was a sigh of sadness.
"What's the problem?"
"Nothing...just thinking."
"About?"
"It's nothing important, Megan."
"Come on. Tell me, please?"
(Me: She loves getting me to talk like that...) I sighed and told her about the child Michael and I almost had.
"Almost?" She was shocked.
"I suffered a miscarriage and lost it."
"Oh my God, I'm sorry. Woops, I forgot you don't like hearing that."
"It's alright. I'm use to it. As much as I hate hearing it, it's actually nice to know that people care. I'm just lucky the damn tabloids didn't know about it."
Megan was shocked to hear me use that word. "You never cussed before. This is the first time I ever heard you say that."
"I guess I needed to get it out of my system."
"Well, are you and Michael gonna try for another one?"
"Yeah, we are. I'm just hoping my mother doesn't find out."
"Let's hope she doesn't find out about it."
Arriving At My House
Megan just dropped me off and drove home. I went into my house and put my keys in my pocket.
"Tadaima!*" I said.
(Me: *"Tadaima" means "I'm home" in Japanese. Lesson number 2 lol. The response is "Okaeri," meaning "Welcome back.") I didn't hear the reply, so I assumed that no one was home. I went up to my room, closed my door and walked over to my bed. I felt the cut and it felt like it was fully healed. Now it's only a scare that'll stick with me for the rest of my life. I took out my phone and called Michael. I was hoping he would pick up. It rang twice and he picked up.
"Hello?" He asked on the other end of the line.
"Hey Michael."
"Rebecca? What's up?"
"Did you see the tabloid lie of the day?"
"Yeah, I did. Why the hell would they think I'd use you? Woops, sorry. I didn't mean to say that word. I forgot you don't like hearing cuss words."
"It's alright, Michael. It's not like I haven't heard it before. Plus, I had said one earlier, so it's okay."
I put him on speaker phone when he didn't know it. He was really unaware of being put on speaker phone...and I was unaware of my mom being outside my door.
Outside My Room
My mom was passing by my room and she overheard me talking on the phone with Michael on speaker.
"Are you healed well enough for us to try again?" He asked.
"I should be, yeah. There's no pain in that area, so definitely." I said.
My mom gasped quietly. 'When was she gonna tell me this?' She thought and continued listening in on the conversation.
"When should we try again, Rebecca?"
"I'm not sure, Michael. Not too soon, but not too late, either."
"So basically whenever we get the chance, right?"
"Exactly."
"Alright."
"Well, I'm gonna let you go. It's getting rather late."
"Okay. Goodnight, Rebecca."
"Goodnight, Michael. Love you."
"Love you more. Bye."
"Bye."
Then she heard me hang up. She knocked on the door and came into my room. I looked at her and saw that she had a disappointed look on her face.
"What is it, mom?" I asked.
"When were you gonna tell me that you and Michael were gonna try for another baby?" She asked back.
My eyes went wide a bit. "Y-You weren't meant to hear that."
My mom was silent for a bit...then she spoke. "Get out of here."
"W-What?"
She looked at me like she was angry, which she was. "Pack your things and get out!"
"But mom, I-"
"No buts, missy! Be out of here at midnight...so you better start now."
She then walked out and slammed my door shut. I felt like I was gonna cry. I had honestly never heard or seen her that angry before. I got my duffle-bag and packed all my clothes in it and grabbed my backpack and put my books, movies and other things in it, fitting some into the duffle-bag. While I was packing, a few tears had fallen down my cheeks. I was hurt, being kicked out and expected to be out of the house by midnight. Once I finished packing, I went to my dresser and grabbed my diary and tore a page out of it and wrote a note for everyone, tears falling on the page. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight. I grabbed my duffle-bag and put my jacket and backpack on. Since my duffle-bag didn't have anything breakable in it, I tossed it out my window. I got out of my room, onto the smallish balcony, and grabbed the drain pipe and slid down. Once I was on the ground, I grabbed my duffle and put the strap on my shoulder. I walked away from the house and started down the road. About 4 blocks away, I saw a taxi and stopped it and got in with my stuff.
"Where to, miss?" The driver asked.
"Do you know where Neverland Valley Ranch is?"
"Yes."
"Could you take me there, please?"
"Sure."
He started the taxi up again and drove off. I looked out of the window, letting the tears fall again. I was upset myself, but it's because of my mom. I had a feeling she'd eavesdrop of my conversation with Michael. Well, how else would she know? (Me: I'll go back the next day to pick up Muffin :P. It was late notice.)
After 30 Minutes
The driver got to the gates of Neverland and they opened and he drove in.
"Here you are." He said.
"Thank you. How much do I owe you?" I asked.
"You don't have to pay. I'm the only taxi driver that doesn't charge for the drove."
"Well, thanks again."
"No problem."
I got my stuff out of the taxi and he drove off out of Neverland. I went up to the door and sighed.
"Okay...I hope he's still awake."
I knocked on the door and waited.
Inside The House
Michael was laying across his bed, thinking of when he and I should try again. Then he heard a knocking at the door. He got up and exited his room.
"Who could that be at this time of the night?" He asked himself.
He went down the stairs and got to the front door and opened to see me sitting down with my knees pulled up and my stuff next to me. He was wondering why I was here.
"Rebecca? You alright?"
I turned around and saw Michael standing there. I stood up and hugged him, crying slightly. He hugged me back, running his hand up and down my back.
"What happened, Rebecca?"
I looked at him. "My mom overheard our conversation...she kicked me out." I said.
"Oh my God. She heard-"
"Yes, she heard about us trying again. She was so upset."
"Well, let's get you inside and settled, okay?"
I nodded and grabbed my thing and we went inside. He led me to the 1st floor of his room and opened the door. We walked in and I sat my backpack by the bed and my duffle by the dresser. Since I was in a t-shirt and slacks, I was technically already ready for bed. I was too tired to unpack, so I went over to the bed and sat down. Michael sat next to me and put his arm around me. I put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. He kissed my head and within a few minutes, I fell asleep. Crying always made me sleepy for some reason. (Me: It really does. I have no clue how it does...) He removed his arm from around me and pulled the covers and got me under them and covered me up. He put his hand on my head and moved some of my hair out of my face.
"Goodnight...my love."
He kissed my head and headed upstairs to the 2nd floor of his room. He got into his bed and soon fell asleep himself.