Goodbye

*Rose*

I wake up a little after 10 am the next morning, and I look around before realizing I'm not in my room. I spring up, and take in the unfamiliar space around me.

Oh yeah. I'm in Neverland. With Michael.

Michael. He kissed you last night.

I get up and make the bed, and grab my clothes from last night and slip them back on. After doing my best to fix my hair I walk downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast filling the air. I'm immediately greeted by Linda, smiling her gap toothed smile.

"Good morning Miss Rose! I see we had a little mess in here last night." She winks.

I laugh, remembering the food fight from last night. "Sorry about that."

"Oh it's no problem! You know how many of these food fights we have when the children are here? It's worse than what you guys did. Are you hungry? I made a breakfast made for a queen." She smiles to me.

My stomach was growling, and I just realized I was starving. Linda hands me a plate and it's filled to the brim with food, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a blueberry muffin. I grab some orange juice and sit down. After saying grace I dig into my food. It was until I was halfway done that I noticed something.

Where the hell is Michael?

"Linda?"

"Yes Miss Rose?" Linda calls out from the kitchen.

"Where's Michael?"

"Oh he's in his studio. Whenever he's in there we are not to disturb him." She warns.

That went in one ear and out the other for me and I finish my plate and hand her my dish, thanking her for everything. As soon as I left the kitchen I went sprinting around the house, going through every nook and cranny until I hear music coming from a door. I lean against the door, being nosy and listen to Michael. He's singing, well more like talking, to a little beat.

The Way She Came Into The PlaceI Knew Right Then And There

There Was Something DifferentAbout This Girl

The Way She Moved

Her Hair, Her Face, Her Lines,

Divinity In Motion.

As She Stalked The Room

I Could Feel The AuraOf Her Presence

Every Head TurnedFeeling Passion And Lust

The Girl Was Persuasive

The Girl I Could Not Trust

The Girl Was Bad

The Girl Was Dangerous.

Michael stops singing and turns off the music. "Hmm, something's not right here. Maybe I need to change the tempo in this part. Yeah let's see how this works." Then I hear him.. Scatting?

Wow, he's amazing at this. I thought I was good but shit he got me beat.

After pondering if I should bother him or not I decide to knock on his door.

"I thought I told everyone not to disturb me when I'm in here." He soft voice says from behind the door.

Haha, even when he's trying to be serious he's adorable.

Rose! Snap out of it.

I shake my thoughts out of my head. "Well I'm not everyone so are you gunna let me I or am I gunna have to break your dic-"

Michael swings the door open, a soft smile on his face. "Sorry, I should've told you about me and the studio. How you are about lyrics I'm the same way about recording."

I nod my head and push past him, looking around the studio. Boy got nice taste. "I dig the studio. I couldn't help but hear you singing. Is it something new?"

"Yeah, I'm just playing around with some things, it might not be a permanent song but whenever I have an idea in my head I have to do something about it."

I walk around the room, looking over the records he has, good taste in music too, can't even lie. "So who's your song about?" I turn to face him, and he looks like a deer in headlights.

•••••••••*Michael*

What did she just ask me? Who was my song about ? I couldn't just flat out say it's about her. Even though she fits all the characteristics I still can't say anything! It'll be weird.

"Oh it was just something I thought up. You know you see those video vixens in the movies who look like they can kill a man? Well I based it off of a movie I seen a while ago." Yeah that'll do it. That's a good lie.

She nods her head before making her way back towards me. "I have to go now, I have a concert to prepare for in a couple of days as a return effort."

For some reason I got a little sad that she's leaving so soon. When's the next time I'm going to see the nice Rose? I know as soon as she gets back home she'll be psychotic again.

"Oh well I understand, business calls."

"Yeah."

We sit in an uncomfortable silence before she speaks up.

"Hey why don't you come to the concert? It's next Saturday. I'll hook it up for you and everything. I'll make sure nobody gets near you or anything." She offers.

I smile at her offer, "I would love to but I can't."

"Why not?" Her attitude getting the best of her.

"I'll be leaving to New York on Tuesday for the second leg of the Bad concert."

"Oh. I forgot. Well, if I'm ever in New York I'll be sure to have my assistant reach your assistant. Maybe we'll have lunch or something."

"That sounds good. Thank you for coming here Rose. Honestly it means a lot to me that you came and had fun."

"You're welcome. It was nice being here too. I felt like a child here." She chuckles. "Well I'll be going now, I assume you have a driver to take me right?"

"Yes, I always have a car out front waiting just in case."

"Okay good. Well, goodbye Mr. Jackson. Do not tell anyone that I was here. I'll snap your dick off." She smiles, but I think she's very serious.

What is it with her and penises ?

"I won't tell anyone I promise. Goodbye Rosie." I give her a kiss on the cheek and she looks at me, as if she's thinking about something.

"Oh fuck it." She smashes her lips onto mine and throws her arms over my shoulders, taking in the spontaneous moment that just happened.

I'm shocked that she just kissed me but I'm not gunna complain. I feel her soften herself onto me before eventually breaking the kiss. It was the best kiss I've gotten so far.

Rose looks at me, smiles a little then squares her shoulders and walks out the door, never looking back until she opens the car door and gets in, waving at the window knowing I'm looking at her.

I don't know what it is about her, but she's gunna be my drug.

I just don't know it yet.

•••••••

*Rose*

As we drive back to my apartment I think about how I literally just threw myself onto Michael. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing and I liked it. I gotta say I like the guy, he's sweet, and seems caring, unlike all the other assholes in my life. Everyone that I know besides my mother just wants to use me. But it doesn't seem like Michael wants to use me, it's like he wants to help me. Help me be a better person.

I'm a nice person, really I am. I'm only rude when it comes to certain things or people. You can't trust anyone in this business, you just can't. I'm so known for my bad girl status that nobody knows about the good things I do.

I donate almost 2 million dollars a year to the Children's hospital to help cure diseases. I also visit kids in hospitals around the world and take the time to take field trips with little ones to the zoo or the museums. I do actually love children, but the media won't show you that side of me. Sometimes I would do it under a different name because at the time I honestly didn't want people to know about it. The less they knew the better. I guess it's time to show the world that I'm a nice person.

Emphasis on nice.

•One hour later.•

"Here we are. Welcome back home." Michaels driver says. He opens the car door and let's me out. I say thank you and he gets in the car and drives off, honking as he leaves the gates. I wave and open my door walking inside my home. As soon as I walk in the feeling of anger and sadness comes back, as I realize I'm alone. Once again.

"Hello madam, welcome back. Would you like your tea?" Charles asks, walking towards the kitchen.

"Yes, piping hot. Where's Traci?"

"Upstairs in the office. She brought a guest, but you didn't hear it from me."

Tracy brought someone into my house? Without asking me? I storm upstairs and as I get closer, I hear her laughing with someone. A guy is here, then her laughs started turning into moans. Oh fuck no. I push the door open, and low and behold I see Traci bent over my desk getting plowed by my agent.

MY AGENT?!

They can't see me because both of their backs are towards me, all I can see is Rodrigo's hairy ass. Like seriously, you can make another person with all that hair on his ass.

"Ahhhh Rodrigo deeper! Fuuuuck."

"Yes bellissima, you like that don't you? You like being a bad girl?"

"Yes! Oh myyyyyy gooooooddddddd."

I couldn't take it anymore. "So is this what we do when I go away for a day? No wonder why whenever I come back from vacations it smells like ass in here."

Tracy and Rodrigo jump up, terrified that they've been caught. "Miss Rose! It's not what it looks like! I-I was helping Traci go over some final decisions on the concert and she dropped something on the floor and I was helping her! I swear!"

"Oh and you just happened to trip dick first into her pussy right?" I look over towards Traci and she looks like she's gunna have a heart attack. "What do you have to say about this?"

She just kept stammering.

I walk up to my desk, which I now gotta throw away, and reach into my drawers. "You know, I love a good kink session as much as the next whore, but really Rodrigo? With my cousin? How dare you? I am so disappointed with you. I don't know how to react to this." I grab what I was looking for and hold it behind my back.

"Bellissima, let me expla-"

"Shhhh." I caress his cheek. I give him a soft smile, as if everything is okay, then I pistol whipped him straight to the floor, knocking him out instantly.

"CHARLES!" Almost immediately he runs up the stairs, and without any further commands he drags my now ex-agent out the room, and outside to the trash, where he belongs.

I hear whimpering from behind and turned around to see Traci hiding by my bookcase. I laugh as I beckon for her to come closer. "It's okay, I'm not gunna try anything."

"Can you put the gun down?" She whispers, staring wide eyed at the .45 in my hand.

"Sure." I put the gun in my back pocket and she comes to me. "Now. I'm not gunna freak out, I just want to know why. Why did you have sex with Rodrigo in my house? In my office?"

She couldn't answer me. I calmly walk her downstairs and I open my front door. "Now here's what I want you to do, I want you to leave this house, and never come back. Not only am I going to tell your mom, my Aunt Gisel, but I am going to make sure you NEVER get a job as an assistant or anything good ever again. You will be working at McDonald's for the rest of your life like the trash you are. You are a disgrace to my family and a smut. I've been waiting for you to fuck up for the longest and now that you finally did, I can finally fire you. You may be my blood, but you're certainly no family to me. So, now that that's all cleared up..." I slap the shit out of her, leaving a deep red mark on her face. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PENDEJA!"

Traci runs off, not looking back at all and I slam my door, trying to calm myself down and not murder somebody.

"Have somebody come and change my locks tomorrow morning and call Irene and tell her I need a new assistant and agent asap." I say to Charles, walking past him and going to my room. "And pack your things! We're moving to another apartment after the concert." I yell from the top of the stairs.

I'm so done with this bullshit, what else could happen to me?

••••••••••*Michael*New York

"Hello! I love you all! Thank you so much for coming today it means so much!" I'm in New York to kick off my tour and I'm having a mini press conference to talk about my plans for the future.

"Michael?! Are you going to do another album soon?"

"Yes I am, but it won't be for another couple of years, I want to take a little vacation after this tour. Yes you?"

"Is it true that after this leg you're not going to after another tour?"

I chuckle. I was thinking about making this my final concert tour, I love performing for my fans but I go through hell touring. I don't like it. "I can't comment on that right now."

"Michael are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

"Let's keep the questions strictly to the concert and tour please." My manager says. But of course nobody listened to him.

"What is the deal with you and Rose? Are you guys romantically involved even though new reports of her just came out?"

My eyebrows shoot up, and I look through my sunglasses. "New reports?"

"Yes, somebody has come forward saying that she's been embezzling money from fan clubs and from endorsement deals, it's quite worse from the previous reports, the concert she has planned for Saturday is now canceled because she's received multiple death threats and other kinds of abuse. Nobody knows where she is. So is it true that you're involved with a disturbed soul like her?"

I was immediately enraged and stood up. "This press conference is over. Thank you for your time." I left the room and went to the nearest phone. After calling the operator numerous times to connect me to her, I finally got ahold of her.

"Hellooooo." She slurs, completely drunk. "Who the fuck is it, what the fuck do y'all want now."

"Rosie it's me, where are you?"

"Waldorf Astoriaaaaa dahling. Drinking my sorrows away."

"Are you in New York?"

"Mmhmm. Manhattan baby. I'm innnnn a New York State of miiiiiind." She slurs.

My heart literally breaks for her. "I'm on my way." I hang up and tell Bill to get the car and bring me to Manhattan.

I gotta help her.

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Jeez what a chapter. Sorry if it seems rushed ! I'm starting to feel sorry for Rose, and I'm the person who's writing this! Lol. Thanks for reading! I'll be updating again this weekend :)

-Angii<3