Rain On Me

Part 10 ~ Irresponsible?

"Excuse me? I'm not sure what you mean, Mister Jackson"

"You said you loved me . . ."

I almost spit out my breath mint. "EXCUSE ME?"

"It's ok Misses Miller, we don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to"

"Mister Jackson, I'm not sure what you're talking about . . I don't think I ever said I loved you . . there must be a little misunderstanding . . listen . . I came to your hotel room because you wanted me to . . and I stayed because you seemed very broke down . . . I wanted to stay for a little longer to make sure you fall asleep well. . . and I gave you the hug because you really wanted one . . . I think you got the wrong idea here"

He chuckles. "No . . I'm not talking about the hotel . . I'm talking about the phone conversation . . you said you loved my voice . . and most importantly, you said you loved ME . . . do you really?"

"Mister Jackson . . how many sleeping pills did you take?"

"3 . . "

"3?!! are you nuts?? . . I mean, excuse me . . . you can't take 3!!"

"I know . . but I couldn't sleep so I had to take another one . . I called you and told you about my stomach camps . . you said I don't have to worry, it's ok"

"Mister Jackson . . I think you had a dream . . this phonecall never happened . . you shouldn't take more than one and a half pills, ok? . . I believe you had a very bad reaction to it. . I suggest that we stop with the sleeping pills right away . . . . just a second please, I hate to write this down"

"No . . I actually liked the sleeping pills, I was able to sleep after the third one"

"Mister Jack- . . . can I call you Michael?"

"Sure, Meg"

"No, I'm Misses Miller . . ok?"

"Ok, pardon"

"Michael . . I specifically told you . . *clears throat* . . just no more sleeping pills, ok? . . especially not the ones I gave you, did you make a doctor's appointment for today like I told you to? when are you gonna be going?"

"Doctor's appointment . . . mhmm . . I totally forgot about that"

"You forgot? . . yesterday you promised that you are gonna make an appointment . . Michael I can't work like that . . you have to be interested . . this is about your health ok? I'm trying to help you"

"I know . . and I'm concerned about my health too, it's just that I don't think I ''dreamed'' all that . . I really talked to you on the phone . . I'm sure of it! . . it wasn't a dream, I didn't have a 'bad reaction' . . I needed 3 simply because the pills weren't strong enough for me . . . we talked on the phone, Misses Miller . . I think you're just being shy"

"I'm being shy?! . . first of all . . how dare you?!"

"How dare I, what?"

"You're being very rude, right now!"

"Me, rude? I'm not rude! I'm a nice person . . I live by that!"

"You're not being nice right now! I never talked to you on the phone, ok? . . If I did, I would remember, wouldn't I? . . you took too many pills and you started hallucanating . . it's a common reaction and I will have to ask you to give them back to me"

"I can't . ."

"Why not?"

"They're at Neverland . . ."

"You have to get rid of them . . I'm gonna be making a doctor's appointment for you now"

"Ok"

I grab a note pad and put a pen next to it, then I take the phone and call a doctor. I'm gonna send him to mine . . I don't trust Michael.

I know he will not call his doctor on his own when he gets home . . he will avoid the issue and hope it goes away . . . that's a child I see right now . . . but I shouldn't judge him by this action . . there could be more to it than that.

"Ok . . I just made an appointment for you . . it's at 6:30, and I will be driving you there!"

To be continued . . .