Taken ( Michael Jackson fanfic) [Editing]

The Interview Part 2

Michael's POV...

" Ahh no because we met under certain circumstances" Oprah smiled

" So we can't get nothing, not even a little bit"

" Nope my lips are sealed" I giggled at her. She smiled once again then looking back at the cards in her hand.

" So Michael in that very same picture with Maria we saw there were a couple of white spots on her body can you tell us about that?" I knew this was going to happen

" Well Maria has a disease called Vitaligo and it changes the pigmentation in the skin, they start out as blotches then they will begin to spread over a period of time"

" So did she inherit this from her mom?"

" Actually no, she got it from me" Oprah looked at me for a moment

" So what your saying is that you have this disease?" I nodded my head while saying

" Yes "

" Wow that was something new we just learned" I nodded my head again

" Well that's all the time we have for today and thank you Michael for joining and that's it for Oprah see you next time"

Annnnddddd were off..... ( Producer yelled)

We both got out of the chairs walking off back into the kitchen,

" Thank you again Michael for doing this interview" Oprah smiled at me

" It's my pleasure - -"

" Michael sorry to interrupt we have a little situation with Maria involving the playroom walls and toys" Bill informed me as he motioned me to follow him, I smiled apologetly at Oprah before following Bill. Upon reaching the playroom I saw crayons drawings on the wall, Bill raised his eyebrows then proceed to walk to the room. I entered the playroom for my eyes to meet a upside down room, the containers which the little toys were stored was across the room while the toys scattered across the floor, the once yellow orange color walls were now redecorated with scribbles of a five years old. I giggled at the state the room was in Bill just stared at me. I found Maria sitting down with her back facing me I walked in front of her to see in her hand a half wet green crayon and her mouth moving. I guickly grabbed the crayon out of her hand lifting her in my arms running with her into he nearest bathroom

" Maria why would you eat the crayon you know it can poison you!!" I said but quickly realized that she could not understand anything I was saying.

" Michael she won't die because of chewing a piece of crayon, my niece's and nephews do it all the time it's a part of being a child"  said Bill as he chuckled then walking out of the bathroom as I followed him back into the playroom setting Maria down on the chair.

" Now I got to clean this is up"

" No you don't , she is old enough to clean up after herself Michael. Stop babying her for once" I looked at Bill sqinting  my eyes

" Bill she is a baby! What do you expect?"

" Michael trust me she is not a baby she is five she can clean up after herself you keep on cleaning up after her and she will never do anything for herself she will grow up to be spoil and a brat, and that's what the public will see her as. You may feel hurt but that's the truth"  with that he walked out the room leaving me a little bit mad by what he said but some of the things he said were true. If I keep doing this and keep on bribing her to be good then yes she will grow up to be spoil like most Hollywood kids. I turn to Maria kneeling in front of her signing

" Can you help daddy clean up the room?"

" No" she signed back

" If you do help that means you are a good girl" she shook her head no then running out of the room. I shoke my head then starting to put the things away

Ring...... Ring...... Ring......

" Hello"

" Michael it's Bj can I talk to you?" It sounded like he was crying, and how did he get my number

" Yea sure, are you ok?"

"  No"  he sobbed into the phone,

" What's wrong BJ?"

" Everything, first my Mom now my dad. He is gone only two of them are left"

~ Thank you for reading
Xxx Meisha