The morning after that passionate night was one like no other they had ever experienced together. Elizabeth woke up to Michael's soft breathing and the occasional moan in his sleep. She propped herself up and watched his beautiful face, half buried in his pillow. She felt her heart flutter and then suddenly the fluttering took place elsewhere when she remembered the night before.

She got up slowly and gently and threw on a t shirt and found some shorts, going to the bathroom to take care of her personal business. She showered and brushed her teeth and quietly made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by her mother, who was reading the newspaper.

"You're home..." Elizabeth said, surprised.

"And you're fucking Michael Jackson."

"Which is none of your business. It's nice to see you too." Elizabeth said, preparing ingredients for breakfast.

"Is he the father?" Elizabeth's mother, Patricia,  asked, glaring straight through her.

"I already told you that I don't know who the father is, and that it's a sensitive subject. When I find out, I'll let you know." Elizabeth said, cracking eggs into a bowl.

"You didn't get that behavior from me, I know that's for sure." Patricia snidely remarked, returning her attention to the paper.

"You know what? If you knew how this pregnancy came to be, you wouldn't treat me like this. I suggest you mind your own business and try a little sympathy before making assumptions, mom." Elizabeth snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Opening my doors to my whore of a daughter wasn't sympathetic enough?"

"Fuck you. Fuck. You." Elizabeth slammed the bowl onto the floor where it smashed into thousands of tiny pieces, some of the clay shards cutting her foot.

Elizabeth made her way to her bedroom where Michael was sat up in bed, looking alarmed and confused.

"Michael, we're leaving. Okay?" Elizabeth said, walking into the bathroom and grabbing toilet paper for her bleeding foot.

"What? Where are we going, Elizabeth?" Michael asked, standing up and following her.

"My cunt of a mother thinks she's funny. I'm sick of it. I want to leave here. I have a friend who offered me a discount at her motel." Elizabeth said, sitting on the toilet lid applying the toilet paper to her foot.

"What happened? Can you slow down and fill me in? How did you hurt your foot, girl?"

"My mom was making jokes about how I conceived the baby, she called me a whore. She has no idea how this happened because I haven't told her or anybody. I'm tired of this. Can we please go?"

"Yes, baby, we can. Did she do this to your foot?" Michael asked, helping her with the toilet paper.

"No, I got angry and I smashed a bowl onto the floor and it cut me." Elizabeth said, ashamedly.

"Don't worry, I'm here. And we can go anywhere you want. We can go home. To Neverland." Michael said, looking up at her with his big brown doe eyes.

She stared into his eyes for a few moments, he gazed so longingly into hers, as if begging her to go home. She didn't know how to feel about this. She couldn't help but agree that Neverland felt like home. It was the only place where she ever felt truly safe and peaceful.

"Michael, what if... what if it's not your baby?" Elizabeth mumbled, throwing away the last of the toilet paper.

"Do you really think I care about that? Of course I hope it's mine. But more than that, I... want you to be mine. I don't care about the biological aspect of it. If you're mine, then the baby is too." Michael said, pulling her into him.

"Let's take this one step at a time, okay? First, we need to get out of here. Do you really want me to go... home with you?" Elizabeth asked, scanning his face for any sign of uncertainty.

"More than anything, yes. Please come home with me, Elizabeth. You don't have to live under their conditions. You're a free woman."

"Okay, lets go home, Michael." Lizzy said, taking his hand.