CHAPTER 12…
WHO AND WHY?
"What do you mean he's not capable?" The kids heard MJ's mother Katherine shout. "I'm sure he's well enough to do so! He's not dead you can't just split them up!"
"Mrs. Jackson, he is the worse out of the 5. He needs at least a week to heal. Isn't their anybody they can stay with for a week?"
"Me. But apparently you all don't like that idea!"
"Mrs. Jackson, You are a 72 year old woman, you are too old to be taking care of children."
"I am never too old to take care of my boys children, my grandchildren!"
"Is there anyone else?"
"I suppose one of the siblings."
"What about the oldest two's mother?"
"Kathy and Prince don't have the same mother."
"I mean Prince and Paris."
"I'm not letting her take care of them! They would have to be split apart!"
"Maybe it would be good for the oldest biological to get to know their mother?" Katherine was quiet.
"I don't know, I don't like this idea."
"Just try it please? For the kids." She was quiet again.
"I'll ask." She then came out to the children. They were quiet.
"Is daddy ok?" Blanket asked.
"Yes, your father is ok." They all sighed with relief. Paris had a black eye, broken arm, and a sprained wrist. Prince had a black eye, scratches and bruises, and stitches in his leg from a deep cut. Katherine had a few stitches in her head from cuts, bruises, and a broken left arm, man she got lucky. Blanket didn't have anything besides some bruising from Prince pushing him into the room but that's it. The older Katherine called Debbie.
"Yes, yes, yes. Alright, I understand. Yes I will make sure of it." She then hung up the phone and looked at the children. "You all are going to stay with Debbie for a little while."
"All of us?" Kathy asked.
"Yes." Everyone looked at each other as a car approached the hospital letting Debbie be revealed. The tall blonde came up to where they were sitting and looked down at them. She smiled and started to talk.
"OOOHHH! Look at you two! I haven't seen you two in 10 years!" She then looked at Kathy and Blanket and frowned a little. "I've never seen you two." She said in a hateful tone.
"Never seen you either." Kathy said. She didn't like her already by the way she was talking to them.
"I don't like that attitude young lady."
"Yeah, well, you're not my mom." Debbie frowned.
"No I am definitely not that. My children are kind and sweet, not mean and hateful." Kathy frowned then.
"Say what you want, that's not gonna make me change my mind about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm going through a rough time ok? And I don't need some lady over my shoulder telling me about my attitude." Katherine admitted to herself quietly that she even thought she was being rude. But she couldn't help it, if your parents died then someone tried to kill you and your new family, wouldn't you be a little cranky too?
"Well it doesn't matter now. Even though two of you all are not my kids, I'm going to keep you all together and be your guardian for the next week until your father heals, or your guardian, however you like to put it Kathy." Kathy gave a fake smile. She didn't like her, she didn't know what it was. She hated to judge people, but, she just didn't like her.
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When they got to Debbie's house, it was about as big as Mike's, but not quite. Kathy did notice something though. Debb did have horses. Finally, something else Kathy was good at. Horses, she had some back in KY. That's when she got an idea.
"Umm, Hey, Debbie?" Kathy said. She cringed at what she was about to say. "I'm sorry about earlier, you know, with me yelling at you and all. Really sorry." Kathy stuck her tongue out in disgust. Debbie smiled when she heard this.
"Have a change of heart did you?" The others looked at Kathy as if she just did something they never seen before.
"You can say that." Debbie grinned big then.
"It's about time, I thought I was going to have to punish you for your actions." Punish me?!?! Kathy thought. How could she punish her? She wasn't her mom. "But since you changed your attitude, I'll let you off the hook."
"Great! Now, can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Could you possibly, maybe, let my horses in KY stay here, so you know, I can still see them?" Debbie grinned.
"How sweet. You love your horses that much."
"Yeah, well, they're really the only things keeping me alive right now you could say. If they died, I'd loose the rest of my real family. I wouldn't be able to live." Everyone was quiet then.
"I'll think about, but for now, let's do a little tour shawl we?" Debbie showed them around the house, land, and a little of the forest. The whole time, mostly near Prince and Paris. At night, everyone had their own bedroom, but, they didn't really feel like getting separated. They already had to deal with being away from their dad for a whole week. So they were not going to be separated from each other. Paris turned on the TV that was in the room while everyone was trying to go to sleep.
"Now to other news." The TV channel said. "What happened at the famous pop star Michael Jackson's house?" They all looked up and Paris turned the TV up louder. "After the police came, the new comer to the family Katherine Waxon, told them what she knew. It was reported that Omar Bahti, tried to kill the family. The injuries were unthinkable, The youngest Blanket, had only bruises, Paris had a broken arm, sprained ankle.." And so on the news went. But what surprised the children was this,
"And their father Michael had a concoction, stitches in his head, a broken leg, and broken ribs. His caller bone is also fractured."
"HHHHUUUUHHHHH!" They all gasped.
"No way."
"That can't be!"
"Poor dad!" Voices came from all around the room. Kathy looked at the others. They were all shocked, and battered. She thought she should be shocked, but she wasn't. It was like, all she was, was angry. It was Omar who did this, Omar should pay, he did this! Kathy was just angry and full of rage. Her life was going out of control. First, everything had seemed great, she had won AGT, then met the Jackson's, then saved the famous Michael Jackson, her idol. But someone had to go and mess that up didn't they? Why did god hate her? No stop! He didn't hate her! Yes he did! No! She didn't know whom to blame. Her parents get decapitated, she gets in a car wreck which kills live 5 people, and she almost dies, then Omar pops up and tries to kill her and her new family, now she was stuck in this crappy house with a woman she didn't even like and had to suffer watching a scene she had already seen. Why was this happening to her?!?!?! She clutched her fists so full of rage and punched the closest thing to her. Lucky, it was just a pillow. She punched and punched and punched it and wouldn't stop until she started to cry. Then she just gave in and layed face first on the pillow. Her sobs, for sure, you could hear all through the house. All was quiet to her, it seemed like nobody could hear her, and nobody could feel her pain, nobody understood. Nobody.
Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder as she cried and cried. She couldn't stop, even after she looked up to see who it was. It was Prince. It was always going to be Prince. Why did nobody else care? She glanced at Blanket and Paris. They stared at her like they couldn't believe it. She had been so strong, she never cried in front of them, never sobbed, and always was strong. But suddenly, such a strong girl broke. She let it all out. Even the strong has to brake sometimes. That's another thing her parents had taught her. She wiped her eyes as she stood up. The three just kept starring at her with sympathy. Lucky them. Their father was back, and although they were injured, they weren't hurt like her. Their father would come back in a week and take care of them, but her, neither her father nor her mother, could ever come back to her. Never. She started to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Blanket asked.
"Hush, not now Blanket." Paris whispered. Kathy turned around slowly and smiled, she was ok, her feelings were out, she was ok, and she guessed she was ok.
"To take a bath, that's all." She smiled and turned the other way. Leaving them behind her.
Once the bathtub was full of water, she layed in it. Her cloths were still on. Why you ask? There was a TV right on the counter. Her foot could reach it. It was so close; it kept saying all the injuries they had. Was that all that was on? She reached her foot on the counter and kept scooting the TV closer. No one would notice she was gone. She was empty. The TV reached closer and closer to falling into the tub.
"Kathy? Kathy, I know you feel really bad and down, but please, don't be upset, we are here for you, and always will be." Prince said through the door. Kathy looked at the door. Yeah right, no one was ever there. She closed her eyes as she was going to kick the TV in there, but something stopped her. Memories of her life flashed in her head as her foot reached closer. It showed her happy, sad, mad, bad days go right past her. Then it showed the current events that had happened in the past week. Then she heard that voice again. We are here for you. She saw a flash of light, then redness surrounded her. The devil, he was there, she knew it. A voice laughed as her foot got closer. We are here for you. Then she saw a hand. It was her mothers, fathers, and someone else's. Jesus maybe, she didn't know. But it was a rejecting hand. Like saying she could not come with them if she did this. We are here for you. No. She wasn't going to do it. She stopped and opened her eyes. Her foot was near the TV but not on it. This wasn't the way to go. Her life wasn't ready to end. She had thought nobody was there for her, but people were, the whole Jackson family was there for her! Prince, and Paris, and Blanket, and Michael. Michael was there for her. And Prince, why he meant the most. He, out of all people was there for her. She could accomplish great things in her life if she didn't do this. And if she did do this, then those hopes would be gone. She began to cry at the terrible mistake she was going to do. But she took her foot away from the TV and jumped out of the tub. She scooted the TV back then heard a voice.
"Kathy? Kathy are you in there?" Prince! She opened the door and just lunged on him. She wouldn't stop hugging him. He blushed as she wouldn't let go. She was crying, but not with sadness, with tears of joy. She looked at him.
"Prince, you were there and I know you were." He blushed again. Then she kissed him. And wouldn't stop. At first Prince was surprised, but then he let her and kissed back. Heh, would you hear that, two 12 year olds kissing. But that's when they heard a loud gasp, then a shriek voice.
"Prince Michael Jackson! What on earth are you doing?" Debbie yelled as she watched in horror as they kissed. They stopped kissing to see Paris all giddy at the romance, Blanket sticking his tongue out in disgust but laughing at the same time along with Paris, and Debbie just all huffed and puffed at the situation. Prince and Kathy just blushed at each other and looked at them. Prince might have been embarrassed, but Kathy was just happy she was alive.
