Once we were accueil again, Michael was feeling still down after what had happened.
"Michael, forget about it, please?" I begged. Michael walked over to his lit and sat down, burying his head in his hands. He sighed.
"I can't, that wasn't a good place for someone your age to be.." Michael replied with a frown.
"I'm ok, it's toi I'm worried about. Those guys were awful, they shouldn't have done that to you..!" I told him, sitting down on the lit suivant to him and stroking his back. Michael looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
"I hate being like this in front of you, but my emotions and everything are all over the damn place.." Michael confessed.
"I understand Michael, toi are the biggest étoile, star in the world, you're gonna have problems like this.." I comforted him. He wiped his tears away.
"I just want them to stop with it. I don't like lies. I hate being humiliated like this, I hate it!" Michael yelled out of anger, making me jump.
"Sorry.. I didn't mean to shout, I shouldn't be concentrating on me. It's your birthday soon after all, I need to plan for that too." Michael said, forcing a smile and patting my head gently.
"You don't need to worry about me Michael, my birthday present is being best Friends with you.." I smiled. Michael's smile was now natural and not forced.
"Aww, that's sweet, thank toi Becky." Michael replied. I giggled, then Michael looked at his watch.
"Gosh! Look at the time! toi better go to lit Becky!" Michael giggled. I jumped up from the lit and Michael took my hand and brought me to my room.
"Michael?" I asked.
"Yes, Princess?" Michael smiled. I loved when he called me Princess. I found it real sweet.
"What was it like growing up with your parents living with you?" I asked.
"Well.. It was nice. I liked it. We had our ups and downs but... It was sweet. Why do toi ask?" Michael asked.
"Well...I haven't seen my mum ou dad..Or any of my family, ou friends.. For years now.." I frowned. Then I realised what I had a dit sounded mean to Michael.
"No, no, don't get me wrong, you're enough for me Michael, but, y'know.. I just.." I started saying.
"I get it, toi don't need to explain yourself.." Michael smiled, "I get that toi miss your family a lot." He added.
"I do.." I frowned, tears filling my eyes. I didn't want to montrer Michael I was upset so I looked away from Michael, but he knew what I was doing.
"Don't cry, please, don't cry.. Be happy, be happy, smile.." Michael comforted me. I tried to stop crying because it looked unfair for Michael, almost as if I wasn't happy to be living with him, but that wasn't the case.
"Michael.. I l’amour being with you, so, so much. toi know that right?" I asked.
"Of course I do. And I also understand that toi wanna see your family, it's understandable. Don't worry, don't cry, be happy." Michael told me, wiping my tears away and pressing my lips gently with his fingers to make my mouth look as if it were smiling.
"Michael!" I giggled, playfully slapping his arm to get him off me.
"Heehee.. Sorry.. Anyway, it's getting late. Goodnight Princess." Michael smiled. I snuggled down in my bed.
"Goodnight Michael." I whispered. He bent down and kissed my forehead and then walked to the door. He blew a Kiss and closed the door, turning the light off first. I zoned out after that.
(Hope toi guys are liking the story so far, I'll try and write new chapters plus often now♥)
"Michael, forget about it, please?" I begged. Michael walked over to his lit and sat down, burying his head in his hands. He sighed.
"I can't, that wasn't a good place for someone your age to be.." Michael replied with a frown.
"I'm ok, it's toi I'm worried about. Those guys were awful, they shouldn't have done that to you..!" I told him, sitting down on the lit suivant to him and stroking his back. Michael looked up at me, tears in his eyes.
"I hate being like this in front of you, but my emotions and everything are all over the damn place.." Michael confessed.
"I understand Michael, toi are the biggest étoile, star in the world, you're gonna have problems like this.." I comforted him. He wiped his tears away.
"I just want them to stop with it. I don't like lies. I hate being humiliated like this, I hate it!" Michael yelled out of anger, making me jump.
"Sorry.. I didn't mean to shout, I shouldn't be concentrating on me. It's your birthday soon after all, I need to plan for that too." Michael said, forcing a smile and patting my head gently.
"You don't need to worry about me Michael, my birthday present is being best Friends with you.." I smiled. Michael's smile was now natural and not forced.
"Aww, that's sweet, thank toi Becky." Michael replied. I giggled, then Michael looked at his watch.
"Gosh! Look at the time! toi better go to lit Becky!" Michael giggled. I jumped up from the lit and Michael took my hand and brought me to my room.
"Michael?" I asked.
"Yes, Princess?" Michael smiled. I loved when he called me Princess. I found it real sweet.
"What was it like growing up with your parents living with you?" I asked.
"Well.. It was nice. I liked it. We had our ups and downs but... It was sweet. Why do toi ask?" Michael asked.
"Well...I haven't seen my mum ou dad..Or any of my family, ou friends.. For years now.." I frowned. Then I realised what I had a dit sounded mean to Michael.
"No, no, don't get me wrong, you're enough for me Michael, but, y'know.. I just.." I started saying.
"I get it, toi don't need to explain yourself.." Michael smiled, "I get that toi miss your family a lot." He added.
"I do.." I frowned, tears filling my eyes. I didn't want to montrer Michael I was upset so I looked away from Michael, but he knew what I was doing.
"Don't cry, please, don't cry.. Be happy, be happy, smile.." Michael comforted me. I tried to stop crying because it looked unfair for Michael, almost as if I wasn't happy to be living with him, but that wasn't the case.
"Michael.. I l’amour being with you, so, so much. toi know that right?" I asked.
"Of course I do. And I also understand that toi wanna see your family, it's understandable. Don't worry, don't cry, be happy." Michael told me, wiping my tears away and pressing my lips gently with his fingers to make my mouth look as if it were smiling.
"Michael!" I giggled, playfully slapping his arm to get him off me.
"Heehee.. Sorry.. Anyway, it's getting late. Goodnight Princess." Michael smiled. I snuggled down in my bed.
"Goodnight Michael." I whispered. He bent down and kissed my forehead and then walked to the door. He blew a Kiss and closed the door, turning the light off first. I zoned out after that.
(Hope toi guys are liking the story so far, I'll try and write new chapters plus often now♥)
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. toi can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was La Reine des Neiges in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If toi think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. acide, sure tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are toi laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his veste ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are toi laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his veste ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
