"Ramona…wake up," Michael whispered. He and Ramona were laying in the living room floor next to the fireplace. The sun was about to rise and Michael was already awake, and he wanted Ramona to see the sunrise with him. He nudged her and she moaned in her sleep and made him snicker. "Wake up sunshine," he sang and nudged her again.

"Mmm, five more minutes Mike," she mumbled. He nudged her again and she stretched and rolled over to her side and curled herself up against Michael. He smirked at this. She looked like a little kid trying to get warm. She buried her face against his chest and sighed. "You smell nice."

Michael blushed. "Thank you. Come on, get up silly," he nudged her again and she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Michael sighed and gave in, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly.

"I love moments like these," she mumbled.

"Me too, but where there are moments to remember, there are usually," he paused when his doorbell rang and he sighed. "Interruptions."

He sat up and Ramona whined and then slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Why must you get company so early?" she groaned. She stood up with him and he shrugged and walked toward the door just in time for Lisa to walk in.

"Good morning and Merry Christmas!" she said happily, throwing her arms around Michael. Ramona grabbed her sleeping bag and hid it behind the couch before she could see her. Lisa saw Ramona and smiled hesitantly. "Oh, hi. When did you get here?"

"Uh…"

"She spent the night here. Her house has no power so I asked her to stay," Michael answered without hesitation.

"Oh, I see. Will Luke be joining us as well?" she asked Ramona.

"I think so. Speaking of which, I'd better go call him," she said, walking to her coat and pulling out her phone. "Shoot, it's dead. Hey, Mike…?"

Michael smiled. "There's a phone in the kitchen. Why don't you call the girls while your at it and invite them over too? Everyone will be arriving just before noon to have Christmas dinner," he suggested.

"Oh, alright. First, I'd like to run home and get a change of clothes," she said, looking outside. The snow was heavy on the ground but the roads looked safe. She sighed at the sight. She didn't know if she wanted to try and hike her way to the house just to change and come back.

"Oh, no you're not," Michael said. "Yo, Derek!" he called through the house. Derek came out of the hallway leading to the guest room adjusting his clothes.

"Yes, boss?" he asked and then noticed the girls. "Oh, hey ladies! Merry Christmas!"

Ramona and Lisa smiled at him. "Merry Christmas," they said.

"Can you do Ramona a solid and get a change of clothes for her from her house?" Michael asked politely.

"Anything for babygirl," he winked at Ramona and she shook her head with a smile.

"You don't have to…"

"Yeah he does, he owes it to me now. You can't use my nickname for her," he sneered at Derek and made him laugh.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had a claim," he mocked him. "Anyways, do you have a preference of clothes or would you like me to just grab them all?" he teased.

Ramona shook her head and told him specifically what item to get. "And make sure you grab my big boots in the back of my closet. I will have to track back home later to get the last gift."

"I'd better take Shawn with me to gather the family presents too," he thought outloud.

Ramona gave him her key and thanked him and he bundled up and took off for her house with Shawn. Ramona loved this entire group Michael had. Everyone around him was sweeter than honey and she envied him in a way, but she was also grateful to be a part of it now. Lisa was the only exception to the sweet part, but even she had a soft spot in her heart that Ramona enjoyed. She smiled again and headed into the kitchen to make some calls. She called Luke first and he gave her a lecture about charging her battery more often and he agreed to come to the party. The girls agreed without hesitation, but they wanted to take presents to Ramona's house first.

"If you insist, fine. Swing by here and I'll ask Derek to give you the key. Just be careful when you get out here. The snow is extremely thick on the ground," Ramona warned.

"We know," Saph and Jaz said on the phone. "It isn't our first time trekking in the snow. Maybe it is in California but don't forget we lived up north for a while," they said. Those 2 had been inseparable since high school. Ramona loved them so much. They were her soul sisters. Tasha was the same. She took Ramona under her wing after they met and she had been the protective sister ever since.

She smiled and sighed as she hung up. Derek and Shawn came back shortly afterward with the items she had asked for and she thanked them and ran to the available guest room to change. She asked them to bring the presents to the tree in the guest house as a surprise. She had some last minute ideas for gifts for the Jackson family. She was actually quite proud of herself. She even bought Lisa a gift.

She dressed herself in black leggings and a bright red sweater. She had fuzzy red socks to match and put on some bright red lipstick. She loved dressing for Christmas. She loved the color red so much. When she walked out, she grinned as she neared the wood floor in the living room. She ran forward as fast as she could and then slid across the floor in her fuzzy socks. She spun in a circle as if she was dancing and she heard a few chuckles. She froze as she noticed the Jackson brothers standing in the doorway watching her.

"Just take those old records off the shelf!" Tito sang.

I'm gonna listen to em' by myself!" Jermaine added.

"Oh…shut up," Ramona giggled. She greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Michael took his chance to hug her from behind and he held on to her for a moment. "What's up, tomcat?"

"You look gorgeous, I just wanted you to know," he whispered in her ear. She blushed and turned to kiss his cheek.

"You look handsome too," she smiled. He was dressed in black slacks and a black button-up long sleeve shirt with a white tank underneath. He left his hair down and he gelled it and gave it an extra curl. Ramona grinned and grabbed a curly strand in his face and curled it around her finger to give it extra curl. "My little curly-Q," she teased.

He rolled his eyes and nudged her. The rest of the guests showed up and sat down to a nice dinner. After they sat and talked for a while, they gathered in the living room to exchange gifts. Ramona stood by with the camera and took photos of the family until they had her sit down. Michael took the camera and she sat with a confused look on her face.

"We kind of pulled together and got you a few things," Jackie said, bringing a stack of gift wrapped boxes to her.

"You didn't have to get me anything, guys. Being around all of you is all I could ask for," she smiled. They grinned and handed her the boxes anyway and she opened them one by one. The family had indeed pulled together and bought her a new collection of dancing clothes. She was touched. And they were all the right size. Michael must have helped them out with that. "I love them! Thank you all so much," she said with glossy eyes and hugged each of them tightly. "I also got a little something for everyone," she said. "Derek!" she called.

He came out hauling the gifts for everyone and they looked confused. Each person got a gift and Lisa was even shocked to get one. They all sat and opened their gifts. Joseph was first. He unwrapped a digital camera and he laughed and hugged her. Katherine unwrapped a digital photo album that Michael had to help her get. It hadn't been released in America yet, and he had to pull a few strings for her. She giggled and thanked her. The rest of the family got a range from clothing to jewelry and Tito got a new toolbox for his garage. Lisa opened an ice angel and she adored it and thanked Ramona. Luke unwrapped a new flat screen television to watch his sports on.

As they finished up and settled down for the night, Ramona made the announcement she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. "Alright, I'm heading to the house. Join me when you're ready," she said to Michael and he nodded.

The girls followed her lead and made their way back to her house. She made hot chocolate for everyone and after everyone had left Neverland, Michael finally made it. He brought a box of small gifts with him. As they opened it, they found sets of matching jewelry. Michael adored buying jewelry for women and they loved it. He had good taste. The girls bought Michael a couple of paintings from famous artists.

Ramona got the girls framed pictures of all of them together and she bought Tasha a new stereo system for the studio. Saph is a veterinarian so Ramona bought her a bunch of cute scrubs to work in. Jaz is a web designer and music coordinator so she received a new computer. Ramona really spent a lot on Christmas this year, yet she didn't mind. The simple joy of giving was fantastic! This was the first time she had been paid enough to buy presents for everyone. The most expensive gift was still to come for her tomcat. When the girls left, it was just after 6 in the evening, and her and Michael were left alone.

"So, are you ready for part 2?" she asked him.

He took another sip of his hot chocolate and set it on the kitchen counter. "I still don't know why you think I deserved 2 parts, but sure, impress me," he said with a smirk. She shook her head and pushed him to her couch and handed him a gift. He opened it and stared at it in confusion. It was a piece of paper. He pulled it out and she handed him her reading glasses. He gave her a look before putting them on and reading the paper. "Pick-up receipt for product: Jackson," he read and looked at her. "What did you do?"

"We have a pick up to make and I am borrowing Shawn's truck. Let's go," she said, handing him his coat. He continued to give her a strange look as they got into the truck and headed to a store. "And before you ask, yes I had the store close down for you."

"I…you…how?" he asked in shock.

"You aren't the only one well-known around here," she winked. They finally pulled up to the store and parked near the front. The owner greeted them out front and led them inside. Another worker came out and Michael handed him the paper.

"Ah, nice choice, Mr. Jackson!" he said after he read the product number on the paper. "Right this way," he said. He led Michael and Ramona to the back. "Here we are! We had the pieces polished for you and we will load it for you, no charge," he smiled.

Michael was speechless. It was a giant, golden chess set. The pieces were shining like diamonds. He walked around the set and looked at every intricate detail before he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Ramona…I…I don't know what to say," he said in a whisper.

"You're welcome," she winked.

"How much did you spend on me?" he asked slowly.

"Enough," she said. "Don't worry about it. Let's get it loaded and back to your place, shall we?" she smiled, trying desperately to change the subject. He finally smiled and hugged her tightly.

The workers carefully packed it up and loaded it into the truck. Ramona and Michael thanked the owner again and wished them a Merry Christmas. Once they got back to Neverland, Shawn and Derek carried the set into Michael's study where he asked. Ramona and Michael set it up together and she stood back and took a picture once Michael was done aligning each piece carefully.

"You're such a perfectionist," she grinned.

"Baby, I was born this way," he winked and she giggled. "Are you ever going to tell me how much you spent on me?"

"Nope," she said, playing with the camera, refusing to look him in the eye. He gave her a look and walked toward her.

"Ramona…" he warned.

"Forget it," she said with a frown.

He stepped in front of her and gave her the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" he whimpered.

Ramona bit the inside of her cheek. She hated it when he gave her that look. Not even Lisa could resist that look, but she knew a way out. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment and smirked. "Oh look, invisible mistletoe!" she smiled. Michael went to look up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He tensed at first but then relaxed into the kiss, finally releasing her, feeling like someone would walk in at any moment.

"This isn't over, Greene," he said.

"Yeah it is, you just don't realize it yet," she grinned.

On New Years Eve, Michael and Lisa were supposed to make an appearance at a party, so that left Ramona alone at her place. The girls were spending their evening with their families and she hadn't even heard from Luke. She shrugged and relaxed on her couch as she watched the ball dropping on her television. Soon, her door was being banged on and she hesitantly went to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked nervously.

"Ray…it's me…please open the door," she heard Luke say in a shaky voice. She yanked the door open and saw Luke in a way she had never seen him before. He was drunk and he looked horrible.

"What happened to you?" she asked in shock.

"He fired me!" he said in a shout and Ramona jumped back and let him in. He stumbled around and she helped him to the couch and sat him down. "The bastard fired me!"

"Did he say why?" she asked, still in shock.

"No! That's what I don't understand! He asked me for a story yesterday, and I barely had time to finish before turning it in…" he paused and pulled a flask from his jacked and took a big gulp. "He took one glance…one damned glance at it and threw it in the garbage like it was shit!" he yelled.

Ramona was feeling a new emotion burning inside her heart just then. She didn't know what it was or what it meant. Was she feeling his pain now, or was she afraid for him…or afraid of him? No, why would she be? He would never harm her, right?

"Luke, take it easy on that," she lifted a delicate hand to his flask and pulled it away from his mouth.

"You don't know! Don't judge me!" he yelled and jerked his arm away, causing her to fall from the couch. He raised his fist like he was about to hit her and it shook before he slowly put it back down. He looked down at Ramona and saw fear in her eyes and he looked down. "I'm sorry, Ray. Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No," she said quietly. Was he about to hit her? No, he stopped himself. He's not a bad man. "So, what are you going to do now? Would you like me to help you find work?" she asked.

"I don't know how you can. I don't have much experience in anything else," he sighed.

"I could ask Michael…" she said.

"No! I don't need hand outs!" he yelled angrily and Ramona jumped. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm about to lose my place. I can't pay rent…" he paused. "Can I stay with you for a while?" he asked hesitantly.

Ramona thought for a moment. "Of course you can. I'll make up the guest room for you."

"Not your room, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"No," she said simply and he held up his hands.

Pretty soon, Luke had moved in with Ramona and the normally comfortableness of being alone in her home was now tense. She worked with Luke when she wasn't working or at the studio helping Tasha teach her class, and he had no luck in finding work. Every day when she came home, he was passed out on the floor from drinking. When she tried to stop him, he would yell and scream and push her. He raised his hand a few times, but never struck her. Ramona felt something so strange in her heart. Something wasn't right and Michael was out of town.

She could ask for the girls advice, but she also didn't want to cause a fuss. They tend to overdo things when it came to protecting each other. Ramona already knew they would tell her to kick him out, but he had nowhere else to go and she couldn't do that to him.

In the midst of all this, Ramona received a call from a very important woman. She had been approved to become a foster parent. When she broke the news to Luke, he agreed to keep his drinking in check. He began to stay away from the house when kids moved in. Ramona was a wonderful foster mother, and she couldn't wait for Michael to meet them.

When he came home, and she told him the news, he was more than excited and proud of her. "I knew some wheels were turning in that head of yours when we left the orphanage last Christmas," he grinned at her and kissed her head. "I'm so proud of you!"

He also knew about Luke losing his job and moving in with her. He offered to help find him work, but Luke already refused the help once. He offered to make the offer to Luke himself and Ramona grew anxious.

"No, please don't! He doesn't want the help, don't ask him anyway. I don't want him to get mad at me," she said nervously.

Michael made a mental note of her behavior. Ever since Luke had moved in, something inside of her had changed. She was more tense and nervous about everything. The only time he noticed she was loose and herself was when he caught her dancing or when she was around the foster kids.

After a while, Ramona enrolled the kids in school and paid for it herself. She would take them to school in the morning and work all day and Derek or Tasha would pick them up and meet her at the studio. They joined in her dance class. She had 3 foster kids. 2 boys and a girl and they were siblings. The oldest boy was named Robby. He was 10 years old. The 2nd boy was Jackson and he was 8. The young girl was named Jessie, and she was 5. Ramona fell in love with them and she feared the day they would be adopted. She knew she couldn't adopt them herself in her situation.

The kids loved coming to dance class. They were in awe of the way Ramona could move. They stood near the back at first so they wouldn't get hurt. As time progressed, they became better and more brave. During one of their classes, Ramona began to pant more than normal. Sweat poured from every inch of her body and she collapsed in the middle of the dance.

"Ramona!" Tasha yelled and picked her up. "Alright, class is dismissed early, everyone. Have a good night!"

"Is Miss Ramona hurt?" one kid asked.

"No, she's just dehydrated. She will be okay, I promise," Tasha reassured the boy and he left.

"Woo man, I think I overdid it a little," Ramona said as she woke up. She leaned against the mirror and put her hand over her forehead. Tasha gave her a bottle of water and she downed it and asked for another.

"Overdid it? No, what you overdid was your clothes," she said. Robby, Jackson, and Jessie sat around her and watched her every move.

"I'm alright, kids. Just tired," she said as she faked a yawn and they smiled. "That's it, keep smiling," she smirked and rubbed their heads. As they piled into Ramona's car and buckled in, Tasha turned Ramona to face her.

"You're going to end up killing yourself, you know. Why don't you wear some of the new dance clothes the Jacksons got for you? They are better than sweats!" she suggested.

"I would, Tasha, but aren't you forgetting something?" she asked as she pointed to her shoulder. "If I go out in front of the kids in a spaghetti strap shirt, they will all focus on the scar rather than my feet. We don't need a distraction in dance," she said.

"Okay, look I know this lady, she is amazing in the makeup department. Come back tomorrow with your new clothes and I will take care of the rest," she said.

Ramona sighed and then nodded. "Fine, alright…but if I sweat it off…"

"You will be fine," she said. "Now go get the munchkins some dinner and I'll see you tomorrow." She hugged Ramona and headed back inside to lock up. Ramona headed home with the kids and began making dinner for them. The kids sat around the living room watching cartoons and Ramona hit the stereo to turn it on. She danced around the kitchen as she cooked and Luke stumbled in, drunk again, and shook his head.

"You look ridiculous dancing at the stove like that," he grumbled.

She shrugged. "It's what I do."

"You're going to hurt yourself," he warned and she shrugged again. "Damnit woman, don't ignore me!" he yelled and grabbed her arm, whirling her around to face him.

"I can handle myself just fine, Luke. Don't use that language and yell in front of the kids," she softly said, turning back to the stove.

"Christ, Ray they aren't even yours!" he yelled. The kids put their jackets on and went out into the backyard. Ramona always told Robby to take his siblings outside away from violence. They were used to Luke's yelling, so he knew the drill. His real dad was a bitter old drunk and he would beat his mom and him on a regular basis. Robby would take his siblings outside and try to keep an eye out on his foster mom. He made his own plan in his mind. If he ever saw Luke strike her, he would take his siblings and run to Neverland for help.

Ramona continued to ignore him and he grabbed her arm again. "Luke, stop it!" she jerked her arm away and he back handed her across the face. She hit the floor on her knees and held her face in shock. Did he really just do that?

Luke froze in place as he realized what he had just done. "Ray…I'm so…I mean I didn't mean to…oh shit," he cursed.

Back outside, Robby was staring wide-eyed at the back door. Ramona caught a glance at him and then jumped up and ran outside. "Robby, it's alright. I'm okay, I promise!" she hugged him.

"But he…" he stuttered and touched the red mark on her face.

"I know what he did, and he didn't mean it," she tried to assure him. "That's what alcohol does to people."

"So why doesn't he just stop?" he asked.

Ramona winced. She knew his background with his real father and she didn't want him to be put in that position again. The next day she received a call that someone wanted to adopt those kids. It pained her to watch them go, but she knew they were better off away from violence. She had a hard time letting them go, and Luke tried to comfort her, but she found herself flinching every time he came close to her.

That night at the studio, the makeup artist pulled out all of her tricks and covered her scar completely. She was honestly surprised. She also asked her to cover up the bruise on her face, which she did.

"Luke did that to you, didn't he?" Tasha asked.

"It was an accident," she lied as she stretched.

Soon, Michael walked in with his hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. He greeted everyone and smiled at Ramona. She put on her mask and smiled back, but he could read her like a book. Something wasn't right.

"Alright, let's do this," Ramona said. She threw her jacket off revealing her new dance outfit. Michael blinked a few times and the kids giggled and Tasha whistled. She was wearing tight black pants and a spaghetti strap top that ended just below her breasts to reveal her toned stomach. She ignored the looks and began her dance and the others joined in and followed. After the first 2 songs, the kids panted and even Tasha had to sit down. Ramona paused to look at them and then slid on her knees. "May I have the floor? I wanted to try something," she said.

"By all means," Tasha said. Michael leaned against the wall in curiosity. Ramona waited for the music and on the beat, she threw her head back and lifted herself up on her toes and bent herself in ways Tasha didn't think possible. She moved around and kicked her feet over her head, standing on her hands. Michael snapped a couple of pictures and threw Tasha the camera. He was itching to get involved.

He straightened his white tank top and slid into Ramona, grabbing her around the waist and smirked. She smiled back and danced with him. She wrapped a leg around his waist and threw her head back and he smiled. He danced with her for a few moments and they both began to sweat. He dipped her low and she glanced at Tasha as she snapped a picture and then she looked up at Michael. Her makeup was smudged on his tank top.

Her eyes grew wide and she jumped away from him. "Ramona? What's wrong?" Michael asked.

"I…uh…excuse me…" she said as she darted out of the room. Michael called out to her and chased her. She was just able to get a shirt over her top when she came to a small 3-step staircase and she hit them hard and hit the ground.

"Ramona! Are you okay?" Michael jumped the steps and slid next to her, helping her up.

"I'm fine, I think I twisted my ankle though," she winced. Michael pulled her ankle up and looked it over.

"Looks like you bruised it pretty good," he said as he looked up at her. His eyes narrowed when she looked up at him and he touched the side of her face. "You hit your face too," he said quietly. He rubbed his thumb across the bruise lightly and noticed makeup was covering it up. "This is an old bruise. Ramona…what happened?" he asked sternly.

"Nothing," she said, pulling his hand away. "Luke and I were just rough housing yesterday, that's all," she said lightly.

"Don't you lie to me, Ray," he said as he reached his hand up again. She flinched and he pulled his hand back immediately. She has never flinched away from him before. "Ramona…"

"I'm fine, I need to go," she stood up. "I'll explain things later, Mike. I'm sorry…" she said and then ran out.

Michael sighed and lifted himself off the ground and went home. He hadn't heard from Ramona in a few days and he was itching to go over and check on her. Lisa kept trying to convince him she was okay and she would come to him if she needed help. Michael prayed she would. He sat in his study a few nights after his dance with her and Tasha had sent him the picture she took. He framed it and placed it on his table by his reading chair. He sat there leaning his head on his hand looking at the picture.

He sighed. "Babygirl, you better come to me soon. I need to know you're okay."

Just then, Marie knocked on the door. "Pardon me, Michael. You have visitors."

Michael nodded and stood, following her into the living room. There, in the doorway stood Robby, Jackson, and Jessie, followed by a woman standing behind them. He greeted them with a hug and shook the woman's hand.

"Hello, my name is Melissa. I adopted these children while they were under the care of your friend, Ramona," she said politely. Michael could tell she was nervous. Her hand shook as she grasped his hand.

"Nice to meet you. To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a smile.

Melissa looked down at Robby and nudged him forward. "Robby has been telling me he had something very important to tell you," she said.

Michael bent down to his level and smiled. "What's up, buddy?" he asked.

Robby bit his lip and then looked down. "There's something you need to know."

About thirty minutes later, Michael walked the small family out and stood at the gates fuming. He hid his anger from the children as he thanked them for coming and invited them to come back soon when it got warmer outside. Once the family left, Michael turned and looked at Ramona's house down the street. The garage door was open. He chewed on his lip in anger. He had no question in his mind he needed to go over there and check on her, but what would he say to Luke?

He turned as Derek and Shawn stepped out of the security building to check on him. As he began to speak, he heard yelling from Ramona's house.

Meanwhile…

"You went out in public with that bruise and didn't bother to hide it?" Luke grumbled. He had been drinking way more than he ever had and Ramona was having a hard time keeping the distance between them.

"I had makeup on, but I sweat it off dancing," her voice shook as she backed into a wall.

"Dancing…" he grumbled. "Always dancing with you! I told you it was going to get you in trouble one of these days!" he yelled.

"I'm not in trouble…and I can't just stop dancing!" she yelled back and he backhanded her again. She thought he would be apologetic again, but it seemed this time he didn't care that he hurt her.

"Don't you yell at me!" he yelled and pulled her up by her arm. "Now you have to make it up to me," he said.

"Make it up to you? H…how?" she trembled.

"I'm moving into your room, and we are going to take the next step in our relationship…" he moved his body against her and she cringed.

"I've told you before I am not ready to do that," she began to cry.

"I say you are," he reached his hand up and slid it between her legs, rubbing it roughly. Her eyes grew wide and she kneed him hard in the groin and sent him to his knees.

She knew she had done it now and she had to get away somehow. She grabbed her keys and hit the garage door button to open it. "I'm going for a drive and I want you out of here when I get back. We're finished Luke!" she yelled nervously and ran to her car. He stumbled to his feet as she jumped into the driver seat.

"I didn't say you could leave! Get back here!" he yelled and his voice boomed through the garage door. "Ramona!" he yelled and jerked her door open before she could start the car. She screamed and kicked the door hard against him and pinned him against the wall. He slid to the floor and she climbed through the passenger side and bolted out the door. He stumbled to his feet again and ran after her. "Ramona! Get back here you bitch!"

She ran as fast as she could with a bruised ankle toward Neverland. She didn't know if Michael was even home, but she prayed he was. She saw movement near the gates the closer she got, and when she glanced back, she saw Luke gaining on her and he was furious.

Right as she neared the gate, she saw a familiar black hat near the security gate. "Michael!" she yelled. He turned and saw her and tore the gates open. "Michael!" she yelled again. He barely had the gates open when she ran through the gap and into his arms. "You've got to help me, Mike!" she cried. "He's trying to rape me!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks and Derek and Shawn's eyes grew wide with fury. Michael clenched her to him and looked up as Derek reached the gate. "Ramona, you can't hide from me!" he yelled and walked toward her. She tightened her grip on Michael and Michael frowned at him.

"You have no place with her or on my property. Get out of here!" he said angrily.

Derek and Shawn pushed Michael and Ramona back and stood in front of them. "You should leave before you get hurt."

Luke looked at the men carefully and then backed off. "This isn't over, Ramona."

"Yes it is!" she shook against Michael. "I told you I wanted you out of my house and never come back."

"You heard my babygirl, Luke. Get your crap and leave. If you ever come back, you will meet the bad side of the Jacksons…and believe me that is not a side you want to meet," Michael warned.

Luke grumbled and finally left. The group watched as he went back to her place. Ramona cringed as she heard banging and breaking glass in her house. She continued to cling to Michael until a cab showed up and picked him up.

"Don't worry, babygirl. Those things can be replaced," he whispered.

"It's fine. I'm just glad those kids got out when they did," she whispered.

"Me too," Michael whispered to her as he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "Let's get you inside and off that ankle. It's all over now."