Hurt

*Michael*

I tried calling Rose earlier but she never answered. I was going to tell her that I was coming back to New York on Wednesday and I wanted to take her to dinner, and spend the rest of the week with her.

Christmas is coming up and I wanted to get her something special, something that'll make her happy and take her mind off of everything that's happening.

"Mike, it's time for hair and makeup." Bill says.

"Alright, let's do this." I get up and straighten my pants out. I have yet another press conference for the Bad tour. After the New Year I'll finally be done touring and I can relax.

I walk into the dressing room and sit down, looking over some lyrics I've been writing for my album. It's still going to be a while before I start recording but I have so many ideas for this piece and I've written over ten songs already.

"Hello Mr. Jackson, how are you today?" Manny, my makeup artist asks, walking into the dressing room with his suitcase. I haven't seen Karen much since we were in New York. At one point I thought she had quit but she's been around. Just not when I'm here.

"Hey Manny, I'm fine. How are you?" I smile.

"Oh just fabulous. But enough about me, let's get you started. Are we doing the usual today?"

I nod my head, and Manny gets to work. While he does my makeup I can't help but think about Rose for the umpteenth time. I wish I could have her here with me. I miss her.

"Alrighty, we're all done here!" Manny claps, and I shake his hand and walk out the dressing room, nearly tackling over Karen.

"Ouch!" Karen says, rubbing her arm.

"Oh I'm so sorry Karen. Are you okay?"I ask, trying to help her with the papers that fell on the floor.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Karen mumbles, and snatches the paper that was in my hand, walking away from me.

That was odd.

I shrug my shoulders and walk towards the entrance where Bill was standing and he hands me my sunglasses.

"Ready sir?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I sigh, and walk out to the main floor. There were paparazzi everywhere, cameras flashing from every angle, and reporters already asking questions before I sat down. I smiled and waved before sitting down, Bill on my left, and my manager on my right.

"Hello everyone. Thank you for coming today. I would like to remind you all that all questions should be only about the tour, and future plans for Mr. Jackson. Any questions pertaining to anything else, personal or otherwise will be disregarded and you will be asked to leave." Frank says, and some of the reporters dropped their hands and flipped through their notebooks, obviously looking for something else to ask.

"Let's get started. Um let's go with you." Frank points to a woman and the questions start piling in.

2 hours later.

"Finally." I sigh to myself as I enter inside Neverland. I haven't been here since Rose came that day. I say hello to all of the maids and Linda and go upstairs to my room.

I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. I just want one minute of silence. Just one little minu-

Ring!Ring!Ring!

Of course.

I crawl to the other side of the bed and grab the phone.

"Hello?"

"So you'll never believe what the fuck happened Chico! Some crazy shit just went down and I almost went to jail!" Dalma screeches onto the receiver.

"Dalma? How did you get my number?"

"Oh I don't know, the fuckin tooth fairy perhaps? Don't worry about that you need to worry about what I'm going to tell you! Are you sitting down?"

I lay on my back and kick my feet up, looking at my purple socks. "Yes Dalma."

"Alright so she doesn't know I'm calling you so don't say shit! What are you doing Wednesday?"

"I'm flying back to New York. I was going to surprise Rose. Why what happened? Is she okay? Why can't I say anything to her?"

"Chico stop asking so many questions!" She yells, and I shut up. "Now this is what you need to do, she didn't want to tell you because she didn't want to worry you. On Wednesday Rose is flying to Miami because she has to do a court hearing. We don't know how long she'll be down there for but after she goes to Miami she'll have to fly to Boston and start paperwork for a court date. Once that happened the trial will start and we'll see how it goes from there. The only shitty problem is that we don't know how long this trial will last. It might take a year, maybe longer, hell it might take a week but all that matters is that you're here for her. Can I count on you to at least meet us in Miami?" She finishes.

It was a lot to take in, but for her I would do anything. "Yes, I'll be in Miami first thing Wednesday. Now tell me why you almost went to jail."

"Oh shit I forgot about that. Um well let's see. Do you remember her assistant? Short little puta with fake ass blonde hair?"

"Kinda. I may have seen her once. Why?"

"Well that's Rosalinda's cousin. She only hired her because my sister basically forced her to while I was locked up. She had fired her recently because that hija de puta fucked her agent, on her own desk!" She yells, and my eyebrows raise up.

"Ew, that hairy balding man?" I ask, my stomach starting to churn. I could only imagine what Rose must've felt.

"Si. So anyways Rose beat the shit out of her and fired the both of them and hasn't seen them since. Traci is my niece, and I hate her just as much as I hate her mother. She's the reason why I haven't seen my daughter in so long. She made it seem as if I was the bad guy for going to jail and shit when really it was her. Anyways they just showed up to my daughters house and I beat the fuck out of Gisel. Rose is trying to calm everything down but I think she's about to catch a case as well." She finishes, and I hear loud noises in the background.

I pinch the sides of my nose, trying to comprehend everything. "Dalma, whatever happens, do not let Rose fight, and try to get them to leave as soon as possible."

Dalma was silent for a moment, and I hear something breaking in the background.

"Um.. I don't think that's going to happen Michael."

I sit up, because the tone in her voice changed and she called me Michael for the first time. "What happened?"

"Um." There was another loud crash, followed by screaming.

"Dalma. Tell me now or so help me God.." I say, jumping off the bed and grabbing my keys.

"Gotta go. Bye. Rosalinda no!"

Click!

"Shit!" I put the phone into the receiver and run out my room and down the stairs.

"Woah Mike what's going on?" Bill says, jumping up from the kitchen seat.

"Take me to the airport now! Call somebody and tell them to cancel the other press conferences until further notice." I tell Bill.

I get in the drivers seat and turn on the car. Bill jumps in the passenger seat, his eyes bulging out of his head.

"Dude what the hell is going on?"

"Just get on the phone and call everyone. I'll explain on the plane." I say and pull off. I'm going almost 90 in the highway, just barely hitting about five cars in the process.

"Michael calm down!" Bill shrieks like a girl, holding onto the door panel for dear life. We finally get to the private airport entrance and I run out the car, Bill stumbling behind me.

After 20 minutes we finally take off, and when Bill finally has his heart rate back to normal he asks me the same question again.

"What the hell?! What's going on that you canceled everything and decided to fly to New York?! You're so lucky you don't have a concert till Saturday or else people would be in arms!"

I look outside the window. The buildings and land getting smaller and smaller as we go up in the air. "I think Rose is going to do something she's gonna regret. Dalma called me and told me something about her aunt and just before she hung up I heard screaming and things breaking."

Bill scoffs and looks at me. "That's what that's about? That's nothing. You know how Dalma is dude. I'm pretty sure whatever happened they could've handled it themselves. It's not that serious."

I scowl at him. "No! You don't understand, Rose is going through the upmost shit and the last thing she needs is people attacking her from every angle. Now I don't know what's going on but I'm not going to turn a blind eye to this situation! She needs me right now and I'm going to be there for her no matter what. Now if you have a problem with that then when we get to New York you can do whatever the fuck you want and don't bother to come back!" I snap, making Bill, and the stewardess behind him look at me like I have three heads.

The stewardess clears her throat and sets our waters down and quickly walks to the back. I stand up and run my hand through my hair.

"Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just.. I care about her so much. I've never felt this way before. I don't want her to think that I don't care or love her you know? She means the world to me and the last thing I need is for her to feel like she's worthless." I say, looking down at my loafers.

Bill stands up and pats my back. "It's okay. I shouldn't have said that either. I wasn't thinking about her feelings or yours. It's all good."

We shake hands and Bill sits back down. "You should get some sleep. It's going to be a while before we get to New York."

I nod my head and walk to to private bedroom and lay down. I swear I only closed my eyes for two seconds, because when I open them, it's almost nighttime.

Bill knocks on the door. "We're here boss. Captain says to buckle back up."

I nod and walk back to my seat. My nerves are jumping because I'm not sure what to expect when I see her.

When the plane lands I'm met with a bunch of paparazzi, and I wave a little as we run to the car. I call Roses house and nobody answered, making my nerves even worse.

After 30 minutes we finally get to Westchester and arrive at the gated community where Rose lives.

"Name?" The officer asks.

"Oh um, Chico De la Fuente."

The officer looks at me and checks off my name and let's us through the gate, but not without giving me a sympathetic look.

As we drive down the street I start shaking, nothing is making me feel better. I almost have a heart attack when I see three police cruisers and an ambulance in front of her house. Just before the car could stop all the way I jump out the car and run towards the house. There's somebody in one of the cruisers that looked familiar, but I couldn't get a good look since they started driving away.

"Woah woah! Sir you can't come back here just yet." An officer stops me. "Wait, are you Michael Jackson? Wow! I'm such a big fan! Can I have your autograph?" The officer asks, and I try my hardest not to slap him.

"Sure." I quickly sign a piece of paper and hand it to him. "Is Rose okay? What happened?"

Before the officer could say anything, I see Dalma screaming and crying at the door, while they take somebody away on a stretcher. I run up to the stretcher and when I see who it is, my vision turns to black.

------------Gahhh what a chapter. I didn't do Roses point of view because I wanted a chapter just for Michael. The suspense is killing me lol. Sorry for such a short chapter! But trust me the next chapter is going to be good :D

-Angii<3