This is going to be a short chapter...I think. I don't usually know how many words there are until I upload the document. Forgive me for the suspense...but i think it was worth it. I'm slowing up on my story a bit. I dont know why, but lately I've been grieving again over Michael. Almost like he hadn't been gone for months...but like it just happened. im scared to see his movie...im afraid my heart will break when i see it.
Sorry ill shut up now. Enjoy everyone and thanks for the reviews!
Two Hearts. One Dream Ch. 10
"Oh...God..." was all that escaped my lips. I dropped the phone on the ground. Cody was still calling out my name, trying to get my attention. Everything at that moment went cloudy.
"Lola? Are you there? I hear you breathing. Lola? Speak to me!" he yelled. "Shit," he snarled and turned back to his computer.
"Mike? Michael are you there?"
"Yeah I'm here. What's going on?"
"Look, man you need to go find Lola. I think she's in shock. She isn't speaking to me but the line didn't go dead."
Michael snarled. "What did you say to her?"
"It's hard to say. Our mother passed away the other night. That's all I got to say to Lola before she quit responding. Can you see if she's alright?"
"Yeah, I'll grab the phone when I find her. I wanna hear all that you have to tell. I'll just tell her in my own way later."
"Thanks man."
"Sure."
Michael signed off and walked fast out the door and started calling for me. I was still in shock standing by the fountain when he found me.
"Lola? Are you okay? Sweetheart?" he put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I stared blankly at him for a minute, then he rubbed his finger across my cheek. "I know...Cody just told me. It's okay, I'm here."
My eyes went clear after I heard him say that last part and tears burst from my eyes. He hugged me tightly and let me cry against his chest.
"I don't even think I wanna know what happened...Oh God what am I gonna do?" I sobbed.
"Nothing. You don't have to do anything, sweet love. Let me talk to your brother, and I'll handle everything from there." I nodded against his chest. Janet just walked out to see us when she saw me crying.
"Oh, Lola what happened?" When I didn't answer, she looked at Michael. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. Take her inside so I can talk to her brother. Her mother just...uh," I winced and he looked at his feet. "Just take her inside." Janet nodded and put her arm around me and walked inside. He reached down and picked up the phone that was laying on the ground. "Cody?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Okay. Tell me everything." Michael whispered.
"Alright. Well, you know already that she lost her son, Will. She disappeared right after the funeral without saying a word to anyone but me and my cousin. When she left, my mom felt like it was her fault. When we were all at the hospital when Will died, my mom blamed Lola for allowing them to pick Will up from daycare. She didn't mean it, of course."
Michael clenched his fists and continued to listen. "Go on."
"After Lola had been gone for two whole months, my mother got extremely depressed. She had to be the one that had to give away everything that belonged to Will. After that, she was trying to decide if she had to get rid of Lola's things as well. She didn't know if she was dead or alive. The night before we saw you and her dancing, I found her in her bed. The doctors said she had a heart attack from too much stress."
Michael paced by the fountain and bit his lip. "This won't be easy to explain to Lola. I know what she's gonna do. She'll blame herself just like she does for her son's death."
Cody snorted. "She's still blaming herself for Will's death? Dam I thought she would've been over that by now."
"Well, she was getting there. I've worked with her since I met her, and her heart just started mending. Now this. I'm not sure what I can do."
"Do what you've been doing, man. You've had her for almost five months now. I know you can help her. You're the only one that can help her now." Cody bit his lip and tried not to cry.
"Hm, I do have one thing I can offer..." Michael pondered.
Back inside, Janet had run me a hot bath and I was already in it. She sat on the back end of the jacuzzi sized tub with her feet inside the water and she rubbed my shoulders. She was singing a spanish lullaby to me. I was staring at the water in front of me with tears flowing freely down my face.
Michael walked in and looked at Janet. Janet looked up at him with sad eyes and shook her head and Michael nodded and looked at the door. She nodded and dried her feet before kissing the top of my head and walking out. Michael locked the door behind him and removed his clothes and sat down in the tub behind me. I sighed in relief when I felt his touch and I leaned back against him.
"Michael...you're amazing," I whispered. Michael smirked.
"What did I do?"
"Everything. You're presence calms me. You're touch relaxes me. You just amaze me."
Michael kissed my neck and I sighed. "I talked with Cody for a while. I won't give you the details until you're ready for them. The funeral is tomorrow in your town. If you want to go, I'll be glad to come with you."
"Michael...that's not safe for you. There are too many risks for you to just show up in my town like that. There would be a riot and my family could get hurt." I bit my lip and Michael massaged my shoulders lightly.
"It's alright. I've gone over all the plans. If that's what you want, then we'll take my private plane and I'll wear a disguise until we get to the funeral. I'll have the place tightly secured and no one will know I'm there except whoever shows up at the funeral."
"Are you sure you want to risk that?" I asked.
"If it means I can be with you and comfort you, Lola, I'll do anything."
I leaned my head back and kissed him softly. "I love you."
"I love you."
I looked at him for a minute. "Aren't you gonna say you love me more?"
He smirked. "Nah, I figured you already knew that part."
"Right. Like I know everything that goes on in that head of yours...hey what the...?" I snorted as Michael took a small handfull of bubbles from the water and put it on my nose.
"You're too serious all the time, Lola. Loosen up," he chuckled.
Wrong thing to say to me on his part. When we finally got out of the bath, the entire bathroom was covered in bubbles including us. We stared at each other in the mirror and I giggled.
"This makes me think of bubble wrap for some reason," I laughed and poked him and he made a weird squeaking sound which made me laugh more. "No popping? Squeaking is better anyway," I grinned.
He poked me back and I made the same sound. "Yeah, you're right. Squeaking is better."
That night, I couldn't sleep. Michael and I made love of course, but it was short lived and he was asleep next to me after I gave him a back massage. I turned my bare back to him and sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the stars out the window. Michael didn't say how my mother died, but I didn't think I wanted to know. I still felt guilty for Will's death.
And now...I feel guilty because Michael has done so much for me. I turned and looked at his angelic face in a peaceful sleep and smiled. It wasn't fair for me to be the one receiving comfort all the time. I just wanted to take care of him in return and have fun with him. He's a kid at heart, and I'm forcing him to stay his age inside and out just to mend me.
I grumbled at myself a few times. I felt bad for Cody too. We just started talking and once he knew about Michael, I bragged so much about him. I went on and on about how life was living with the King of Pop and how in love with him I am. I was enjoying life so much until now.
I watched the window for about an hour, and still didn't feel tired. Rain started to fall soon after and I slipped on Michael's sweats and his white tank top laying on the end of the bed. They were loose on me, but I didn't care. I slipped outside and stood out in the rain. I felt like the guilt was burning me from the inside out. My skin was on fire and standing in the cold rain almost felt like the pain was numbing.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. I just wanted the pain in my heart to stop. Then I felt warm hands wrap around my waist and I jerked my head up and saw Michael's smiling face. He didn't say anything. He just kissed me and the pain went away in an instant.
"You're such a romantic," I mumbled against his lips.
"Nothing more romantic than sharing a kiss in the pouring rain," he mumbled back.
When we parted, he took my hand in his and started dancing with me. I felt funny dancing with no music. That was until he started singing Stranger in Moscow to me. I loved it when he sang to me. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat and his voice rumble through his chest.
After the dance, we ended up in the shower and back in bed. I fell asleep easily against his chest. The rain still hit the window from the outside and it was like music to my ears. The next morning, Michael was up before me.
"Lola? Wake up, love. We need to get ready to go," Michael whispered and shook me lightly.
"Mmm," I mumbled. "I don't wanna...what time is it?"
Michael chuckled. "We have to leave in an hour for Oklahoma. Janet has your bags packed. You just need to eat and get dressed."
"Oh," I whispered and sat up. I stretched and rubbed my eyes and Michael took my hand and lead me to the kitchen. Kai already had a plate made for us when we got there. "Thank you," I whispered to her.
"No problem. Here, drink this juice." She handed me a glass that looked kinda weird colored to me and I quirked a brow at Michael.
"It's good for you. I drink this during rehersals all the time. It gives you energy," he smiled and took a sip of his juice.
I nodded and drank it. It wasn't as bad as it looked. We ate in silence and then Michael stood and walked to the front door.
"Ride's here, Lola. Let's get going."
I sighed. I didn't say anything. I just took Michael's hand and walked out the door with him. The plane ride was also a quiet one. I looked over at Michael and watched him getting his disguise painted onto his face by hired professionals. I reached over and took his hand.
"Are you sure you wanna do this, Mike? You don't have to, you know."
"I know I don't have to do anything, Lola. But I want to," he said, squeezing my hand. I smiled at him and looked out the window.
We finally got there and I looked back at Michael as I stood up. I froze for a minute before he grinned at me.
"Geeze, I was about to ask who you were. Nice disguise."
He laughed. "Thanks. To everyone but family, just call me Mike. No one usually suspects me."
I nodded and he took my hand. We walked through the airport and no one seemed to notice him at all. I stared forward and kept up my pace. We didn't talk much, but when we did, I adressed him as Mike. When we got to the chapel, alot of family stood outside waiting. Michael got out of the car and tugged on my hand.
"It'll be okay, Lola. When we find your brother, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and take the disguise off. It's making me sweat."
Just as he said that, Cody came up to us and hugged me. He looked at Michael in confusion and then looked back at me.
"Don't ask. Let's just go inside so I can tell everyone he's here. We don't need any suprises."
Cody stared at Michael for a minute. "MJ? Is that really you?"
"Yes, Cody. Nice to meet you finally."
"Nice. But, aren't you risking alot by being in public? If Lola introduces you without your disguise..."
"It will be okay, I assure you," Michael smiled and pointed near the front of the chapel. I looked when Cody did and we noticed quite a few police officers beginning to surround the chapel. "This place is highly protected once we're inside. No one will know I'm here."
"Very nice," Cody repeated.
We walked inside and as soon as Michael stepped in the door, a couple of officers stepped in front of the doors. Michael kissed my cheek and headed for the bathroom. My brother and I walked into the room where my mother's casket stood in the front by the stage. It was a fairly large room. I recognized every face when I walked in and heard alot of whispers. I suppose no one expected me to show up.
I walked to the front row and found the rest of my family already seated. I stood for a minute and looked around the room. A few people walked up and hugged me. Other's simply asked where I'd been. I looked back at the doors and saw Michael peak in, without his makeup and he nodded. I walked to the stage and stood in front of the microphone.
"Hello, everyone. I'm sorry we had to join together on this occasion, but I'm glad to see all the familiar faces. I know you're all wondering where I've been these past five months, and I know none of you will believe me when I tell you. If you noticed, there has been high security placed around the entire chapel. I brought a man with me here today, who is well known around the world. This is also why you were asked to give up all camera and camera phones before you came in. Before I continue, let me introduce my friend...well my boyfriend actually. Michael Jackson."
Everyone looked at me in a sad way. Alot was just pity thinking I'd lost my mind. Some were thinking I was just crazy. Cody leaned back and smiled. Michael walked in and after that, all I heard was gasps. He came and stood next to me and held my hand.
"I know this comes as a shock to you. Let me remind everyone we aren't here for a concert. We're here to say goodbye to my mother," my voice cracked and Michael squeezed my hand. "I've been staying with Michael in L.A. this whole time. He's taken care of me along with his family. Now he has joined our family and he is here to support us all. Thank you for your patience." I bowed to the crowd and I could hear alot of whispering.
Michael and I walked to the front and I sat down. Michael bowed in respect to my family before he sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Then the ceremony began. They played a few songs and made me cry for each one. I remembered once, my mother and I talked about how she'd want her funeral to be. She gave me three songs to play. Each was dedicated to her three children.
When the service ended, they proceeded to open the casket which was unfortunately right in front of us. I turned my head into Michael's shoulder and gritted my teeth. Michael kissed the top of my head and everyone watched how he treated me. They all looked at him with such respect.
"Lola, do you want to just step outside? We don't have to do this part," he whispered.
I nodded my head and we got up and slipped out to the back of the chapel. The police had streets blocked off a few blocks away, so no one could see Michael outside. I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes and Michael pulled me into his chest. He held me until everyone started walking out of the chapel. Each hugged me and some even hugged Michael and thanked him for coming. Others shook his hand, but still thanked him. I was thankful everyone seemed to treat him like he was part of the family instead of a worldwide superstar.
Everyone grew silent when the casket was brought out and everyone began walking to the graveside service. Michael took my hand and pulled me back to him.
"Ready to go, or do you wanna stay?"
"No, I'm done. Let's just go home," I whispered. Cody and the rest of my family walked up and hugged me. "We're gonna go. We'll be sure to keep in touch."
They nodded and Michael shook their hands. "You're all welcome to come stay with us at Neverland anytime. Just email Lola first and we'll make a plan. We'll also be doing a few concerts soon. I'll make sure to mail some tickets to you all."
Cody walked up and hugged Michael. "Thank you for being here and offering your support. It means alot to all of us."
Jon walked up to me and kissed my forehead. I laughed a little when Michael saluted him. Jon gave him a funny look when he noticed Michael saluted with the wrong hand. His other hand was holding mine, so he didn't care.
We said our goodbyes and headed back to L.A. We both pretty much crashed when we got home. It was only three in the afternoon. We were both emotionally exhausted. Michael asked the hired help to unload the car for us and we headed for his room and fell asleep on his bed. I was jealous, his bed was alot more comfortable than mine. I was suprised it was too, because it was full of sequins. You would think it wouldn't be very comfortable, but it was. Feather pillows work wonders when you're sleepy.
A couple of days went by and Mr. Davis showed up eventually. He was frantic about the next concert and he dragged Michael into his office to go over more plans. I rolled my eyes at the man. I didn't see why we couldn't continue to do the shows like we had before. Everyone seemed to love what Michael put together.
I started feeling sad when Michael wasn't around. I was desperate to keep the pain away, so I walked towards the theater. I started remembering back in Oklahoma, when I felt sad I would sing my heart out and the pain wouldn't seem so unbarable. I found the sound board upstairs and set up a few songs. Then I stepped onto the stage of the theater, holding the sound board remote tightly in my hand. I looked around for a minute before realizing this was identical to the set of Michael's video "You Are Not Alone."
'That would be the perfect song to hear right now. I think I'd cry until my eyes fell out if I heard that one.'
I sat down with my back against the wall and hit play on the remote. The first song that came on was New Divide by Linkin Park. My mom loved this band. I sang along to the song with a few cracks in my voice from crying. After that song ended, Hero by Mariah Carey came on. I wanted to dedicate this song to Michael so much. I've sang in front of him twice, but never really sang to him. I wish I had the guts to do it.
Michael finished with Mr. Davis and came looking for me while Hero was still playing. He walked by the theater and stopped when he thought he heard me sing. I finished the song before he could peak in and he was disappointed he had missed it. He started to walk away when a new song started to play. A song called I Turn To You by Christina Aguilera. He snuck in and stayed hidden and listened to me sing my heart into this song. He was suprised at my voice. He'd never heard me sing with passion before, and passion makes the voice so much better.
When the song was almost over, Michael decided to walk up to me and see if I'd stop and blush. When I saw him, I smiled and sang the last part to him.
"For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on. For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you," I sang and let fresh tears slide down my cheeks. Michael ran up and hugged me tightly.
"Lola, I didn't know you could sing like that. That was incredible," he whispered.
"Thank you," I sniffed.
"You're welcome. You know, we should sing together. Maybe you should sing with me during The Way You Make Me Feel," he said excitedly. "So many ideas going through my head. I need to go talk to Mr. Davis. Janet's waiting for you outside. I'll be back!" he jumped up and kissed me on the cheek and skipped out of the theater.
'Oh, lord. What have I gotten myself into?'
*wipes a tear away* you see? doesnt take much to tear me up when it comes to Michael. I strongly encourage everyone to go to and look up Rebecca's tributes. They will make you cry, i guarantee it. Go to youtube and search for "beckagurly" watch the one called "Michael Jackson: Always a Hero" that ones my favorite. Thanks again for the support everyone. Much love!
