Michael Jackson imagines (Royal Jackson)

Trespassing (1)

       "Michael let go of me" I said snatching my arm away from him

     I hopped out of his truck and I walked down the parking lot.

                 "Farah.. get over here now" he yelled

    I heard his penny loafers clicking on the ground and I felt his arms wrap around me

             "Michael please.. just let me go" I slowly said crying in his arms

  He turned me around and pulled me close to him. My hands held into the back of his neck and his hands traveled down my back.

          "You know I love you farah" he whispered in my ear

..........

10 years later

"I-I  didn't see him after that day.. I was so lost inside I didn't know what to do with myself" I told my therapist (Rachel)

          "Farah" she put her hand on my leg

"It's ok to think about him but you need to get back on your feet.. stop making him as an excuse"she said

            "I have a fucking job and an apartment..what do you want me to do" I said

        "Farah but you're constantly having mental breakdowns in public.. that's something you can't do" she explained

             "Racheal..I can't control that, I miss him and I don't know where he is at the moment.. it's been a decade and he's been gone since then, I think about him every other day, I almost fucking drove off of bridge it was that intense"

   She paused and gave me a worried look

"Farah we'll find him I promise ok?" She said

         "Don't guarantee that" I said

I got up and walked out and shut the door behind me. I went into the elevator and went down to the lobby. I went into the parking lot and walked up to my black Toyota seeing my fellow friend Roderick propped on my trunk

          "Long time no see Farah" he said with his arms

I went in and gave him a hug

                "What are you doing here rod" I asked him

       "I'm here to ask you for my help" he said

I crossed my arms and tucked my hair behind my ear

                  "Rod I don't know if you could help there's no telling where my husband is" I said

    I grabbed my shoulder and looked me dead in my eyes

           "Farah..I know a way you'll just have to believe in me" he said grabbing my hand

     I looked to my left as my long jacket blew in the wind.

             "Uh....ok..ok I'll let you just don't...give up on me" I told him

     "It'll never happen ok?" He said

I got in my car and drove out of the parking lot

......

I walked up to my apartment door and opened it up being filled with smoke. I waved my hand  in the air and walked to my sister's room and she was at the table smoking a cigarette

         "Lyna" I called

She slowly turned around and her eyes looked drowsy. She put her cigarette in the ash tray and got up from the chair