My Privacy

Michael buried his face in his hands and cried. Jeff's expression turned into concern and he patted Michael on the back. He knew Michael was holding in a lot of feelings from the world around him and there would come a time where he would just breakdown, so he wasn't surprised.

�� "Michael...Michael...calm down...just calm down.." Jeff whispered softly. Michael's shoulders went up and down and it seemed like he just could not stop crying. They stood in the hallway for a while until Michael calmed down. They walked slowly to the elevator of the Sony Office Building, Michael still sniffling. They stepped in the elevator and Michael leaned against the wall.

�� "What happened?" Jeff asked finally.

Michael took a deep breath. His watery eyes gazed up at the ceiling.

�� "Nothing." his voice quivered. He wiped the streaks of tears from his cheeks.

�� "Mike, you just don't burst into tears for no freakin' reason. Now come on, tell me."

The elevator headed down to the first floor.

�� "I...." he started and then shook his head. "Jeff, it's nothing you should be concerned about."

Jeff sighed as they stepped out of the elevator.

�� "I'm really worried about ya, kid. I mean, I can understand when things just get too much and..."

�� "Jeff, please." Michael said as they walked out of the building and quickly into the van waiting for them.

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When they arrived at Neverland, they saw reporters lingering outside of the gates. Michael walked into the door of the mansion and stopped in his tracks. Jeff put and hand on his forehead and sighed.

�� "I told ya. It was trashed."

Michael slowly walked into the house, and was totally in complete shock at what he saw. The living room, full with million dollar glass statues that we now shattered on the ground. The plants toppled over and dirt spread through out the room. The classic wooden long table was scratched on the top by a butcher knife that was dropped on the floor. It was if a complete madman had gone crazy in his house. Jeff knew Michael hadn't seen the worst of it, especially what had happened to his room. But Michael became furious already. He fiercely threw his black fedora on the ground.

�� "Damn it!!!" he screamed. He ran both of his hands through his hair. His eyes looked as if he was full of panic as he looked around the room. Jeff wanted to say something but when he opened his mouth no reassuring words could come out this time.

Suddenly Michael made a mad dash up the stairs to his room. Jeff shook his head knowing that Michael's room was one of the most top-secret rooms in the house. It meant a lot to Michael.

�� "Why?" Michael whispered looking around trashed room. Every thing in his dresser drawers was on the floor. Glass seemed to be all over the place, from the broken mirrors. Pages from the books that were under his bed were ripped. CD's seemed to be thrown across the room. Everything in his closet seemed to have been looked through. Michael stepped over all the glass and clothes to his walk-in closet. A full-length mirror was behind the door. Michael gasped when he saw someone had written all over the mirror with a permentant black marker which was on the floor of his closet. It read: LOOK AT YOUR FACE FOR A CHANGE YOU UGLY MOTHER FUCKER

Michael swallowed hard. Michael had heard comments like that for so long now, and it still hurt. Michael looked in his closet and saw his old journal opened up on top of the pile of junk on the floor. He hasn't written in it in years. Bending down and picking it up, he noticed a message written in the same black marker on one of the empty pages.

�� "Stop fuckin with my wife asshole. You will never win her heart. Go fuck the little boy friends of yours."

Michael re-read this and wondered why the police didn't see it. He also wondered who this stalker was to think that he even knew who his wife was. Michael took one last look around the room and felt as strong feeling of vulnerability. He felt out in the open. Some one he didn't even know searched through all his private things. He felt so revealed that another set of tears came to his eyes. He looked over to his desk and realized his computer was on. Looking at it, he saw someone had searched his email. He had no Idea how this man could have possibly found out his password but then he also noticed the new email that was up on the screen. It was by Tommy Matolla saying that his record company will not promote Invincible anymore.

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"Police have search for evidence on who could have possibly done this to Michael Jackson's home. Live from the gates of Neverland--"

James cut off the TV and jumped in the bed with Crystal.

�� "Let's do it tonight." he said smiling. His breath smelled like alcohol as it always does.

Crystal shook her head. "God, no. Please. I'm tired." she said softly to him. She looked pale and sickly. She felt really weak.

�� "If I was Michael Jackson would you fuck me?" he asked, laughing. "Like Michael Jackson got a dick anyways..."

Crystal said nothing. James laughed and got on top of her and kissed her lips.

�� "is that all you want?" She asked weakly. "sex?"

James hesitated. "no of course not." he pause. " I want a woman's sex, and a woman who knows how to treat a man, and act...like...a....freakin...woman..." He poked his finger at Crystal's chest. He kissed her again.

��� "James," Crystal whispered.

��� "yes?"

��� "I don't think you would've like the answer to that Michael Jackson question you just asked me."