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Two Hearts. One Dream. Ch. 3
Your better future awaits you. 'Hm.' This made me curious, but I couldn't help but think I was going insane. You're never the same once you meet your idle and then hear his voice in your head.
'Especially a voice telling you what to say and where to go.'
I chuckled to myself. 'The guide to myself.'
Don't ask. It's too weird to hear his voice telling me how exactly to talk to him.
I shrugged it off and made my way back to the car. It wasn't even close to being dark yet, so I pulled out one of my favorite books, New Moon. I love the Twilight books.
'I wonder if Michael likes Twilight,' I wondered to myself.
I cried a little when I read how much pain Bella was in after Edward left. I could definitely relate. I put my hand over my heart and felt my heart begin to race. After that, the pain came. I felt like someone was stabbing me with a jagged blade and twisting it furiously into my chest.
'Why am I feeling this pain? Was it because I felt Bella's pain? No, this is my own. But when will it stop?'
I closed the book and set it aside. That was enough pain for me for one day. I doubled over, still holding my chest, and rested my forehead on the steering wheel.
Suddenly, I heard a crowd of people yelling again and I looked up, startled. Michael had walked out of the courthouse and he was making his way back to his car.
I watched him for a few minutes. He looked as if he had a little more hope in him than he did before. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed him searching thw crowd.
'Is he looking for me? Maybe I should go back over there...' I wondered.
'No, Lola,' my voice of reason spoke. 'Do not leave your car.'
'But what if he's looking for me? Didn't you say he needed encouragement?' I argued.
'Yes, but you have already given that to him. You have a new mission waiting ahead.'
'Quit speaking in freaking riddles! What new mission?'
'You will find out tomorrow,' the voice whispered as I watched Michael get into his car and leave. 'Rest now, Lola. You will need your strength tomorrow.'
To tired to argue, I reached over and locked both doors and crawled into the back seat.
'I guess if I was to sleep anywhere, it would be in front of a damned court house.'
I looked outside and watched the crowd leave. I wondered how long this trial would keep going. How long will poor Michael have to suffer?
I wiped a tear away and curled up under some of my bags of clothes. I was too tired to dig through them for a blanket. I felt so bad for Michael. Here he was, trying to change the world for the better, and everyone has turned on him and he had to put his own mission on hold.
That night, I cried myself to sleep. Every tear that fell screamed Michael's name.
The next morning, I awoke by the same crowd outside. There seemed to be more people this time, and a lot of media as well. The same arguments could be heard long before I opened the door to get out.
I got out and stretched. Sleeping in a car really wasn't the best idea, but it was better than some ally where people could mug you, or worse...
I shivered and shook my head. I slowly made my way back to the crowd. I noticed Michael's car was already parked in the front of the building, so I only assumed he was inside.
I looked around curiously and noticed a reporter from CNN walking down the line of people and interviewing them one by one.
'Lord, what these people do for a story.'
The man eventually made his way closer to me and I got nervous.
'Do not panic, Lola. All you have to do is speak from your heart, just like yesterday.'
I took a deep breath when the voice spoke to me. Where was this thing when I needed the most guidance? I mean, taking it from other people is one thing. You get pity, but when it happens to come from your own mind, it really isn't so bad.
The man looked at me and smiled. I instantly felt angry towards the man. He had the same cocky grin as Brian. I was curious what was going through his mind when he looked at me. He had to have noticed how messed up and dirty I looked.
"What about you, miss? Do you think Michael Jackson is guilty or innocent?" he asked.
He put his microphone to my mouth and I stopped to think for a minute.
'Lola! No! Do not think! Use your heart, not your mind!'
"Innocent, undeniably." Again, I was shocked how smoothly the words came out of my mouth.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"Simple...my heart knows he is." I said.
"Your heart? Has your heart seen the evidence that happens to be stacking against Michael Jackson?" he pushed.
"That evidence isn't accurate. If you want real evidence, walk into that court room yourself and look closely at his eyes. Then come back here and honestly tell me that those are the eyes of a man that would hurt anyone. Especially children. He just doesn't have it in him." I took a breath and waited.
"Pretty strong words coming from someone like you, miss. What makes you so sure he isn't lying?"
"I see it in his eyes," I spoke quietly, ignoring the insult from him. "And his fans have forgotten so much. Forgetting only hurts him more."
"Forgetting what?"
I took a deep breath. "Mr. Jackson has taught us all so much, and his fans forgot."
"What did he teach you?" he asked simply.
"A number of things," I held up my hand and counted my fingers as I spoke. "We can heal the world if we work together, anything is possible if you try hard enough, and believe in miracles. The one that stuck with me the most was to never judge. Don't ever believe the first thing you hear because it destroys people. Believe what's in your heart."
The man blinked a few times and smiled. Damn that cocky grin. I wanted to smack it right off of his face. "That is pretty deep. You should be a writer, you know."
I snorted. "You just don't get it, do you?" I paused and looked down. I took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera with tears burning in my eyes. "No one should have to suffer this much pain."
I wiped a tear off my face and turned away, heading back to my car. I didn't want to give that slimy reporter the chance to test me like that again. I was beginning to get mad.
'Another thing Michael taught me. Anger doesn't solve anything.'
As I walked towards my car, I noticed an older woman struggling with a large cage full of white doves.
"Here, let me give you a hand," I offered, grabbing a side of the cage.
"Oh, thank you kindly," she smiled.
We carried the cage next to a new crowd that was forming. There was a radio in the center of the crowd and it blared to life with a woman's deep voice.
"The verdict has been decided..." everyone grew silent and I turned and walked away. I knew what she was going to say. "And we, the jury, find the defendent, Michael Joseph Jackson, not guilty on all counts of child molestation."
The crowd roared in applause and the old woman released her doves. I watched them circle over my head a few times and I smiled.
'I knew it. Way to go Michael.'
I looked around when I heard some people snort in anger and I saw a group of younger guys glaring at me. There were about five of them, three with bandanas on their heads and the other two had blue bandanas hanging from their back pockets. I shrugged them off and leaned back against my car and watched the crowd as they cheered and danced.
After a while, Michael finally came strutting out of the building and grabbed the nearest microphone.
"I just want to say thank you to everyone who believed in me. I love you all."
He blew kisses and threw out the peace sign to the crowd and still, he seemed to look around for someone. He jumped onto the roof of his SUV and scanned the crowd. They all had awaiting looks on their faces and he smiled and started dancing.
I giggled as I watched him. He almost tripped a couple of times.
A man climbed up on top of the car with him and held a camera out.
"Michael, I recorded this while you where in there. You need to hear this girl defending you. I thought the reporter was gonna crap himself!" he laughed. Michael rolled his eyes.
He showed Michael the video. I couldn't see or hear anything other than this man showing Michael this camera. Then he smiled and my heart melted.
'How could anyone think that someone with a smile like that could ever hurt anyone?'
'Some people are just cruel,' the voice stated simply.
I nodded and looked around for a minute. I saw a nearby flower shop and ran over to buy a Tiger Lily, my favorite flower.
'What are you doing, Lola? You've already done your mission.'
'No...I'm not done yet,' I argued. I dug through my car and found a small candy wrapper and some scotch tape. 'Aha!'
'What do you plan to do?' the voice asked again.
'I want him to know I'm still here for him. Just because the trial is over doesn't mean I can't stick around.'
I wrote a message on the wrapper saying "I'll always have faith in you, Mr. Jackson. And I'll always be here for you. Always." After I wrote it, I folded the wrapped in half and taped it to the stem of the flower. Then I located the nearest person from the media.
"Excuse me sir, do you plan on getting closer to him?" I asked politely.
He held up a camera. "Yea, of course. Why?" he asked.
"I'll give you twenty dollars to get this flower to him in one piece." I held up the Lily and a twenty dollar bill.
"Make it fifty." I groaned and handed him a fifty dollar bill and he smiled. "It would be my pleasure, miss."
"Thank you," I said, rolling my eyes.
He took the flower delicately and made his way into the crowd. I bit my lip nervously as he pushed through the people. I didn't want the flower damaged.
I sighed in relief when I saw him make it to Michael's car. He threw the flower at Michael's feet. He stopped dancing and looked down curiously, picking up the flower and eyeing the man suspiciously.
"No no!" he yelled. "It isn't from me. It's from that girl across the street." he pointed to me and I froze. I wasn't expecting him to point me out.
Michael's eyes landed on me and he smiled widely. I guess that meant he remembered me. He read the wrapped and smiled at me again, blowing a kiss my way. I acted like I caught it and I blew one back at him, and he did the same thing, chuckling a little.
I blushed and smiled back at him. I heard some people hiss around me and I jumped. I looked back at Michael and his smile disappeared.
"Hey MJ lover! Come over here!" a man's raspy voice called. I shivered and looked over, noticing the same group of guys that were glaring at me earlier.
"I said come here...pedophile lover!"
I clenched my teeth and turned away. These men looked like some kind of gang. I didn't want to end up saying the wrong thing and get my ass beaten.
I looked at Michael one more time and saw the anger in his eyes. Michael? Angry? That's new. I wondered if he heard what those men said to me. He must have really good hearing if he heard that over the screaming crowd of fans beneath his feet. I ignored the men and walked away as fast as I could.
I heard footsteps behind me and I picked up my pace. I knew this gang was following me.
Michael watched for a minute and grabbed the man next to him by the collar of his shirt.
"We need to go...and I mean now." he whispered harshly.
The man nodded and helped Michael down and he got into the car. Michael became impatient, driving slowly through the big crowd. He groaned and put his face in his hand.
"The one time I wished I weren't so famous. Ugh!"
I ran down a nearby ally. Where I'm from, ally ways usually lead to other streets. I guess L.A. was different.
'A dead end. Now what?' I was met only by silence. 'I said now what! Hello? Where are you? You're supposed to be my voice of reason damnit! I need help!'
"Well well well...looky here boys. We've cornered us a pedophile lover." The men chuckled evilly and I frowned.
"He isn't a pedophile!" I yelled.
The man smacked me across the face. "Shut up! You know, you should only speak when you're asked a question. We don't take kindly to freaks like Jacko around here, or his lovers."
I gritted my teeth. "His name isn't...Ah!" I yelled as he hit me again, this time in the stomach.
"He's a freak! A pedophile! And you love him? Pathetic!"
Michael had seen the gang run into the ally and he pointed at it.
"Stop up here. I want everyone alert. Hand me my hat." he said quietly.
A guard in the back seat handed him his black fedora hat and he slowly stepped out, silently slipping into the ally. Thankfully, no one noticed him.
He froze when he heard voices, and he slowly started moving forward, listening very carefully.
"Come on pedophile lover! Speak now! I wanna hear you say 'Michael Jackson is a pedophile!'" a man shouted.
"No!" I yelled back. He hit me a few times and pushed me against the wall. I slid down and hugged my knees to my chest, hiding my face in my arms.
"Fine, then why don't we show you just what a pedophile like Jacko does!"
Michael growled and stepped forward, ushering his guards to stay behind him. I kept my eyes shut. One of the men picked me up my the throat and held me against the wall. I heard something that sounded like a can being kicked on the concrete. The man ignored it and started to run his hand up my shirt. I struggled against him and he pushed me harder against the wall.
"Leave her alone!" a voice boomed through the ally and echoed a few times. The man dropped me and I curled back up into a ball and hid my face. I was too afraid to look. I peaked from under my arms and watched their feet. The gang's feet had backed away from me and were facing towards the entrance of the ally.
The men laughed bitterly as a new set of feet came into view, walking towards the gang. The shoes looked oddly familiar to me.
"Oh goody, the pedophile is coming to the rescue. Whatever shall we do?" he taunted. "Trying to redeem your rep Jacko? Saving the damsel in distress? Let's see you do it then." he challenged.
I held my breath as the words reached my ears. Michael Jackson came to save me? This isn't some cheesey romance movie though. Ths was reality. Why would he risk getting hurt for me?
Then I noticed a few more set of feet walking up to stand behind Michael's. The feet if the gang backed away slowly, not saying a word. I watched Michael's shoes walk towards me and stop right in front of me. Then I saw his knees. I knew he was kneeling in front of me now.
"Hello miss...Lola, was it? I know this is going to sound silly, but would you like to be my friend?" he asked sweetly.
I looked up in shock. No one had a voice like his, so I knew I wasn't dreaming now. I smiled and shook my head, still not able to speak.
He held out his hand and helped me up. I watched his face as he turned and glared at the men that had me cornered earlier. I shivered at the though of what they would've done to me if Michael hadn't showed up when he did.
He felt me shiver and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Are you alright?"
I nodded and he smiled at me. He removed his arm and I mentally groaned, suddenly feeling cold. I gasped, however, when he took my hand and lead me to his car.
sorry it took so long to post everyone. im writing this story as i type. there really is no notebook for me lol. thanks for the support everyone! more to come soon! :)
