Chapter 11

Lisa paced her room. She must have been seeing things. No, what she saw was real. He was there in front of her. Talking to her. Lisa sat on the floor against her couch trying to calm herself.

"Call Debbie again..." A voice in her head told her.

"Why?" She whispered to herself.

"Because you have too. He wants you to." she answered her own question.

She stared at the phone. She remembered so clearly the day she picked up the phone and Michael proposed to her. She also remembered days where she and Michael would yell and scream at each other on the phone. There were times where Michael hung up on her. There were times after the divorse where Michael would call just to see if she was okay. Then there was a time years agon when Tommy Matolla called her. It was the last call she had ever gotten concerning Michael. Ever. It amazed her that so many painful memories occured across a telephone line.

She stood and picked up the phone and slowly up it to her ear. Then she asked herself once again....was it really HIM she saw? Did he come back to make her pay for his life?

"No, Lisa, no. It wasn't your fault he died." she said as she dialed Debbie's number.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"It's Lisa. Deb, please forgive me..." She started speaking quickly and her voice shook.

"Lisa." Debbie cut in. "Forgive you for what?"

"Debbie. He. Is. Here. He's coming to get me. Please forgive me...."

"You're talking crazy. Why are you calling me?"

"Michael Jackson." Lisa whispered.

"Yeah what about him?"

"He's dead...." Suddenly something caught Lisa's eye.

Debbie was silent for a moment. "This is the third time you've called me....this is getting kind of strange..."

"I...." Something caught lisa's attention again. But she saw it clearly this time. The couch moved. It moved just about a couple of inches. "Debbie.....he isn't dead...."

Lisa dropped the phone.

"Welp it's all finalized." Jermaine dropped the papers down on the table in front of Janet. "Evan has neverland. And we have..." Jermaine chuckled. "...money, money, money."

"Wonderful." Janet said. After a moment, she looked up at her brother. "Has anything been seeming...sort of strange?"

"No...why?" Jermaine took a seat at the table.

Janet smiled weakly. "Nothing. I think I'm missing Michael too much."

Jermaine swallowed. "I know. It's still hard."

"It's hard on the kids." Janet pointed out. "I don't think they can handle these changes..."

"They'll be alright. Trust me."

"Maybe you should talk to them." Janet suggested.

Jermaine sighed. "What makes you think they'll listen to me anyways?" Suddenly Jermaine's cell rung. "One second...Hello?"

"Hey Jermaine!"

Jermaine hesitated for a moment.

"Is that you....Tommy Matolla?"