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Annie's POV
Four years. Four years of hell. Four years since I've seen him. It was now 1992 and I was back to living with... Andre. It was blood in my mouth when I said 'Andre'.
Andre had found me in a hotel in Oklahoma. I was surprised I had traveled that far when the last image I saw of Neverland was rain pouring down and Michael on his knees on the driveway. Michael. His name was sweet rolling off my tongue, but it hurt my heart. I had left him alone. Fresh tears clouded my eyes.
I looked down at the sleeping child I held in my arms. My little 4 year old girl was my life. She inherited her father's curly, black hair and his eyes and mouth; her skin was a caramel color and she had my nose. She was a beautiful little girl. Her name was, Janiya Krista Michael Jackson. Yes, she was Michael's child. The night we made love made my little Janiya.
My little Janiya was fairly smart for her age and she knew Andre was not her father. But, what shocked me, was that whenever Michael would be on the news, she would get excited and yelled out, 'Daddy! Daddy!'
Tears rolled out of my eyes. She somehow knew Michael was her father, but I was forced to tell her he wasn't and her answer was always, 'You're lying, mama! Andre is not my daddy! He's too mean...'
I wiped my tears away and sighed. Little Janiya stirred and I stroked her hair, lulling her back to sleep. I didn't want her to wake up just yet. Andre was out drinking and I didn't want Janiya to witness me getting beaten or worse, raped.
I held my daughter a little tighter. I hated that she had to live the first four years of her life with Andre. I wanted her to live with her real father, but at the time, Andre had his sights on killing Michael.
I remembered the day I found out I was pregnant. I had locked myself in a hotel room for a few weeks and I started feeling very sick. I realized I had morning sickness and I was very late. I had felt a bump on my belly and I had to find a pregnancy test. I did (looking terrible at the store) and I was. I cried my heart out knowing I couldn't tell Michael. I couldn't be with Michael anymore. And I hurt like hell.
I missed him...