Crazy

December 24th, 1988

*Michael*

"Michael! Come on already!" Rose bangs on the bathroom door. I was fixing my hair before we went to dinner and my curls weren't going the way I wanted it to go, and I was getting frustrated.

"Your hair looks fine! I have to pee!" She screams from the other side of the door.

"No it's not!" I pull on a curl and throw my hands up. "That's it! I'm not going." I unlock the door and there stands a pissed off Rose, looking at me as if I lost my damn mind.

"Really Michael? You're acting like a fucking girl." She pushes past me, and fixes her lipgloss. "I mean I know I'm a brat but shit, you take the cake."

I lean against the counter and pout. "I'm not acting like a girl." I mumble underneath my breath.

"Okay Michaela." Rose snickers. I roll my eyes and continue to play with my hair, Rose slaps my hand out the way and starts to mess with it. Once she finished my hair looked perfect.

"How did you do that?" I ask, shocked.

She shrugs and pushes me out the door. "I have the magic touch. Now get out I have to pee." Rose closes the door in my face. Someone knocks on the door and I answer it, and I'm greeted by Dalma and some tall guy. He looks familiar but I can't tell where I've seen him before.

"Hi Chico! Where's my daughter at? I'm ready to fuckin eat! Oh Chico this is Curt. Introduce yourself nigga." Dalma pushes the guy named Curt.

"How are you young man?" Curt asks, his voice mean and deep. He scared me so much my voice went into a falsetto.

"I'm fine!" I squeak out, and clear my throat. "I'm alright." I try to act all cool but it's not working. I look like an awkward potato.

"Humph." Curt says and looks over to Dalma.

"Ay Chico don't be scared. He ain't gon hurt nobody. He's a chicken. Shit you got more balls than him." She pats my back, and Rose comes out of the bathroom.

"Alright I'm ready, let's go." She looks up and when she sees Curt, her smiles vanishes. "Who the fuck invited him?"

"Rosalinda." Curt commands.

She puts her hand in his face. "Do not speak to me. I do not exist to you tonight. You're not going to ruin this last bit of freedom for me. Mom, let's go." Rose grabs Dalma and I could tell that she was scolding her.

"Well, let's go." Curt says, and I walk with him to the elevator. Rose and Dalma were already in the car when we got to the back of the hotel.

"Uh uh." Rose says, getting out the car. "I am not riding with him. John, get the car."

"Rose are you really going to act childish about all this?" Curt yells, making me cover in fear. This man was scary as hell.

"Fuck you dad." Rose says, walking up to Curt's chest. She was only 5'5, and he had to be at least 6'7. "Why the fuck do you even care? Why are you here? Now that I may be going to jail you want to see me? Or is it because you ran out of money?"

"Listen here young lady, now you may be almost 30 but you do not speak to me in that manner!" Curt points a finger to Roses face, and she doesn't even flinch.

"Now now calm down." Dalma cuts in, giving a scowl to Curt. "Nigga you do not talk to my daughter like that, and you Rosalinda need to cut the bullshit. You already have enough on ya plate." Dalma runs her hand through her hair, trying to figure out how to make this night a little better.

"Chico, ride with him to the restaurant, I'll go with her in the other car."

"No. I wanna ride alone." Rose says, and a black corvette pulls up. "John, give me the keys. You can drive them to the restaurant, I'll drive this car."

John nods and hands her the keys and she gets in the car, and speeds off from the hotel.

"You should've never fuckin' came here boy." Dalma seethes at Curt.

We all pile into the car, and ride in silence the entire time to the restaurant.

This is going to be a long night.

----------------*Rose*

I can't believe this. I thought I would never have to see my father again. How come now he wants to talk to me? After everything he did to me he thinks I'll just run back to his arms again? Fuck that. He doesn't deserve to even be in the same room as me. He shouldn't even breathe the same air as me.

I try to calm myself as I take the longer way to the restaurant. I wanted to clear my head so it wouldn't be so bad when we eat. Even though I'm mad as hell I still have some sense left in me to not start a scene, especially when I have this shit going on.

I turn on the radio and who are they talking about again? Me.

'Boy that Rose I tell ya. She is a hot little firecracker. Word just got out that her former agent Rodrigo Velazquez is planning on suing Rose for harassment and emotional trauma! Can you believe that? Supposedly she beat up her agent after not getting a deal with Colombia Pictures so she can star in her own movies again.'

"What fucking bullshit!" I scream. I'm starting to see nothing but red so I pull over and park, closing my eyes and gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were turning white.

'But! From what we can confirm with Roses lawyer that is completely false. He said in a statement earlier today that she was never in a contract with Colombia and she did in fact fire him, because he was doing explicit things in her home that we cannot tell you at the moment. It's a shame you know I'm actually starting to feel really bad for her, I mean she had it all! Now everything is crashing down and on top of that Christmas is tomorrow! Hopefully she can have a good Christmas with her lover Michael Jackson, who I hear is in talks of a new cd soon! More about that when we come back from the break.'

I sigh while trying to calm down. I look over at the passenger seat and notice my little black bag. I open it and see the white pill bottle from the airplane and my flask. I pick up the flask and shake it, smiling to myself because there's still alcohol in it. I pop open the cap of the pill bottle and take half a pill, washing it down with the rest of my drink. Almost instantly I felt better and drove to the restaurant.

Ten minutes later I arrive to the restaurant and the valet hurries and takes my keys. I'm immediately bombarded with paparazzi and they're asking me thousands of questions.

'Rose! Over here! How are you feeling today?'

'Are you nervous about jail?!'

'Michael Jackson is in this restaurant also! Why did you guys come in separate cars? Is there trouble in paradise?'

'What do you have to say about Jackson and your relationship!'

I ignore all the questions and put my sunglasses on. Even though it's nighttime this medicine and the flashing lights are starting to make me feel loopy.

"Rose! Over here mama!" My mother yells from across the room. It's a pretty quiet little restaurant and everyone is looking over to her.

As I'm being escorted towards the table I see the other customers looking at me and whispering to the people next them, as if I can't hear them.

'She's dating that weird Jackson guy. Who would've thought, wacko jacko and a jailbait hussy together.' I heard somebody say.

I keep walking as if what they're saying isn't bothering me and sit down next to my mother. Michael and Curt are across from us and Michael smiles softly at me. I didn't smile back.

"I ordered you a martini already love." My mom whispers to me, looking at the menu.

"Hello everyone. So glad to see everyone had arrived. Here are your drinks. A martini for Miss Rose, Cristal for Miss De La Fuente, a orange juice for Mr. Jackson and a Bud Light for Mr. Charles." The waiter says, putting down our drinks for us. I snatch the drink out of his hand and finish it in one gulp.

"Another one. And keep them coming." I order.

"Right away. I'll be back to take your orders soon." The waiter smiles and walks away quickly.

"Rose are you alright? You're acting weird." My mom asks, looking at me with concern.

"Oh yes I'm marvelous mommy. Fucking splendid!" I raise my voice, earning a few glares from the other patrons.

"Oh hush it, stop acting like you've never tried to have a good time before." I speak to nobody, and turn my attention back to the menu.

"Dalma, what is wrong with her today?" Curt whispers, and my mom shrugs her shoulders.

"Beats me."

I look up and see Michael staring at me. He looks confused and worried, but he knew better than to say anything. I started to feel my head spinning, and I take off my sunglasses and rub my temples. "Is it hot in here? I'm fucking hot."

"Rose, it's like 60 degrees in here." Dalma says. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

I laugh loudly, making some people look at me like I'm batshit crazy. "Mom, I love you but please. I'm not ten. Woo!" I clap my hands when I see the waiter come back with a new martini.

"Thank you so much. Here." I dig in my purse and grab a 50 dollar bill. "There'll be plenty more of those to come if you do a good job!"

I didn't notice Michael looking at my purse because then he leans forward and kicks my leg.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Outside. Now." Michael commands, Curt and my mother looking at us like World War 3 was about to start.

"Bout damn time Chico spoke up." My mother mumbles.

I roll my eyes and get up and walk to the back of the restaurant where nobody could see us.

"What is it Chico?"

"What the hell is wrong with you Rose? Why are you taking pills and acting all crazy?"

I roll my eyes again and laugh. "I can do whatever the fuck I want. You do not own me and you don't know what the hell on going through alright? Now is that all you had to ask me? I want to order my food."

"No that's not it. You need to tell me why you're taking tranquilizers! These could literally kill you don't you understand? You're acting like a fool and everyone is looking. You don't need that kind of shit happening to you especially when you're about to go to court. God Rose do you ever think with your head?!"

I look at Michael and he's fuming. I can tell he's serious but I just keep laughing at him. "You are so funny. I'm going back over there." I start walking and Michael pulls me back and shoves me, my back hitting the wall. He grabs me by the neck and makes me look at him, anger flaring in his eyes.

"Listen Rose, I don't know what the fuck you think is so funny but you need to cut the bullshit now." He whispers harshly, putting a finger in my face. His voice was deep and forceful, and it honestly scared me a little.

"I care so much about you and I hate that it had to come down to this but you need to stop. You're making a fool of yourself and it's not good at all. I mean I know your father is here and you're not happy about it but so what? Suck it up and move on. There's no need to take pills and drink and act like a clown. Stop acting so damn stupid!" He yells, and I can tell in his eyes that he means every word. He lets go of me and I fix my dress, and when I look at him he has two heads.

"Y-you have two heads." I mumble, my vision going blurry. The medicine is kicking in and I'm getting tired.

"What?"

"Y-y-you. Have trees on your header." I sway back and forth, and I close my eyes, falling into Michaels arms and falling asleep in the middle of the restaurant.