The Surrogate (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Blowing out the Old Flame

Michael Jackson:

~Three weeks later~

Three weeks passed and Marcus had not called. Nina and I had even switched phones so I wouldn't miss the call in case it came while I was in the studio. She claimed it was common for him to call once a month or every couple weeks and that their last conversation hadn't gone the way he wanted. I'm sure it didn't... He wanted her back and I couldn't wait to let this buster know he wasn't getting her.

Things were peaceful again. Though I was gone a lot more than I wanted to be Nina and I were very loving to each other when I was around. We were happy, the children were happy... this is good. This is how it should stay and then when my little boy gets here... I'm praying and God I just know it's a boy... Things will be perfect!

I walked quietly through the dark house. It was after three in the morning and I was just getting back from the studio on a Saturday night. Since no one had to get up early on Sundays, Nina usually stayed up late for me on Saturday nights, but I was really late tonight. I pushed the door open slowly and stuck my head into our cozy little bedroom. Nina was indeed fast asleep, with the light on... She must have been trying to stay awake for me. I moved away from the door and went back downstairs to do my nightly routine and eat something. I hadn't eaten really all day and I just noticed my stomach felt like it was touching my back. I grabbed some homemade dip Nina made and some blue corn tortilla chips and sat down at the table.

There was a lazy Susan in the middle of our kitchen table and in the middle of it was a spot where Nina would usually put the recent mail. There were two letters in it and they were both opened and to her. Being the nosy husband that I am, I picked them up and looked at them. They were credit card bills. Why is she still using her own credit cards when she has mine? I sat there quietly for a minute just listening making sure no one was coming. I pulled the contents out of the envelope and unfolded the papers specifically the statement.

There were a series of charges from Securus Correctional Billing Services... Some from as little as $10 to $50. I crumbled the paper up in my hand and squeezed it until my fist was trembling. I didn't want to fight anymore... things were just getting back to being amazing... but God...damn it! She's been supporting this man behind my back! I threw the ball of paper roughly and it bounced off the kitchen cabinet hitting the floor.

I couldn't even eat another bite...

Nina Sofia Jackson:

I woke up to an empty bed on this Sunday morning. I sat up and turned my mommy ears on to see if I heard the girls up, maybe he was in there tending to them. The house was still completely silent. I got up and took a look in the girls' room and in Maddox's room and they were all still sleeping soundly. It was only about seven forty-five in the morning.

I went downstairs and looked around the living room. Nothing had been touched, but his shoes were by the front door. He was here somewhere...

I walked into the kitchen and there was an open bag of blue corn chips and paper plate with a bit of dip left on it. And there lay my mail torn open. I noticed a balled up piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up and managed to get it un-crumpled. It was one of my credit card statements. The credit card I had used to fund Marcus's inmate account. Shit...

I headed downstairs knowing that's where he'd be and he had been drinking I'm shipping him off to rehab today.

"Michael!" I yelled as I entered the basement. It was so cold down here. The first room was another sitting room with a huge TV, a love seat and a few recliners. The walls were lined with some art work that Michael had brought from Neverland and the room was crowded with sculptures, some of children, some of women and one of himself. Down the hall to the left was the metal door that led to his soundproof studio. To the right was his liquor collection and a mini bar. It was a great spot to hang out and kick back with friends... if Michael knew how to kick back without getting crazy. So far it had only been used once with James and Haylee though Haylee couldn't drink at the time.