~Rayne's POV

I was NOT excited about agreeing to go see my mother, nothing was going to change my mind about her. I was slightly more content about Michael coming with me though. The visit wasnt scheduled for another week so I had a little time to prepare myself AND Michael for the disaster that is my mother. I sat in the studio once again with Michael and, this time, he and Jermaine were recording a song together. It was interesting to see them actually getting along. I guess without everyone else around things were ok between them. They argued every once in a while but not as bad as they can. Michael recorded his verse while Jermaine and I sat behind the engineer watching him.

"What do you think?" Jermaine asks. "I think this will be a great song. You both have great voices. I just wish you two would get along like this all the time." I admit. "I wish the whole family could get along like this all the time." Jermaine says. "What do you mean?"

"It feels like ever since we've been this famous family we've grown further and further apart. There is so much jealousy between us. I mean, come on Rayne, you've been around for a couple years. You had to have seen something." He says.

"I've seen a couple things.." I mumble. Honestly, Jermaine was one of the most jealous of the siblings I had seen. I wouldn't tell him that though. "You all are so talented, and your talent has brought you guys a long way with a lot of blessings. You shouldn't be jealous. You all have a lot to offer." Jermaine simply agrees. "Jermaine, we're ready for you guys to record the adlibs." The engineer says. Jermaine walks into the booth next to Michael and they begin to sing over their prerecorded vocals. I watched excitedly, but after a while I could see they were kind of competing. I shake my head as they sang louder and louder over each other.

"What the hell was that?" Michael yells, storming out of the booth. Jermaine storms behind him, "You tell me! Why did you start screaming over me?" "You were screaming over me! Why is everything a competition with you?" Michael argues. "Oh please, you always have to be on top. Michael this is MY song, I'm the lead vocals on this track, not you!" Jermaine says. "I knew this was a bad idea.. Fine, you want your vocals to be heard, take mine out! I don't want anything to do with this song." "Wait, wait..." I interject. "You guys have worked too hard to just throw this whole track away. Just.. finish the track and don't record together anymore. God, you guys are like kids!" I walk out frustrated leaving the two of them in a state of confusion.

I sat in the car waiting on Michael for an hour, finally he came down and sat in the car with me. "We finished." he states. "Good." I reply shortly, my arms folded. We get back to my house and sit in the living room. I watch as he looks through my dad's tower of movies. "I have an award show to go to in a couple days.. would you like to be my date?" He smiles sweetly. I giggle sarcastically, "Why not? Were you even planning on asking me? a couple days isn't a lot of time to get a dress." "I already had a dress for you. This was a surprise, but you're acting so angry at me I thought I should ask you now." He explains. "Good move. But seriously, what is up with you and Jermaine. Why do you guys argue so much??"

Michael sits next to me, sighing deeply. "Jermaine and I have been like this since I can remember. It's probably because he thinks I stole his fame."

"Huh?"

"Well, when Joseph first started the Jackson 5, I originally wasn't supposed to be in the group. Jermaine was the lead singer. Mother heard me singing one day and convinced Joseph to put me in. I guess me being able to dance was a bonus, so he put me as lead singer. Ever since then there's been this constant battle between the two of us. Everybody else is like that because everything we did, Joseph would always say. 'do it like michael, you see Michael? do it like him.' Being compared to a 5 year old can't be fun."

"So the family is angry at you, for having a gift?" I ask.

He shrugs. "But, that gift brought you guys out of poverty and you guys are constantly breaking records. I don't get it, if you were my little brother, I'd worship you!" Michael laughs. "I don't want anyone to worship me.."

"Well, I'd treat you better than how they're treating you." I clarify. "You already treat me better than they do." he chuckles, laying a small kiss on my lips.

"So what's this award show I'll be attending?" I ask.

"Well. It's the 1981 American Music Awards.. and I'm nominated for 2 awards this time." He smiles proudly. "Congratulations! You won 3 awards last year. I know you'll win these for sure.. My hair! Michael, I've gotta get my hair done, make up." I begin to panic.

"Oh no... good thing I thought of that already." He grins. "I just hired a make up artist, her name is Karen Faye. She's gonna be apart of MY team."

"Your team?"

"Yeah, I'm serious! After this tour and album thing with my brothers blow over, I'm building my own team." He says. I nod approvingly. "I'm proud of you Mike."

***

Another bright flash, startles me as Karen applies the last layer of lipstick on my lips. "Dad, please.. you're gonna blind me. Jesus." I say stiffly, trying not to move my lips. My eyes blinking from the flash of the camera. "I'm sorry, I'm just excited. I've been trying to drag you to award shows since you moved here, just for this moment." he smiles, another flash releasing from the camera. Finally Karen finishes after a quick fix of my hair. I walk out of the bathroom to another flash, "Dad.. this is worse than prom." I groan. He chuckles and thankfully puts the camera down to let Michael in the door. There he stood, beautiful, his curls laying perfectly. "Whoo!" he coos, "You look good.. especially in that dress." he whispers as my father snaps more pictures of us together. I chuckle lightly. My dad gives one final wave while Michael and I enter the limo. My stomach was doing flips, I kept pacing myself, breathing in and out. Looking over at Michael, I envied him. He was so calm and used to this, he was ready.

"Nervous?" He smiles. "Yeah." I answer breathlessly. He grabs my hand giving it a tight squeeze. "Don't be. It'll be okay."

"We're about to show everyone our relationship. Even though my dad is a well known celebrity, he did pretty well keeping me out of the spotlight. I've never done this before.." I admit.

I hear a roar of people, getting louder and their cameras flashes inside the car. "Ready?" He asks. I nod quietly and the door opens, my heart pounding harder than usual.

"Michael! Michael!" I hear camermen scream out. Michael grabs my waist as we walk towards a camera. This smile plastered on my face couldn't get any faker, honestly I was scared to death. I clench his arm tighter. "Michael are you excited for tonight?" the interviewer asks. "Of course, I'm nominated for 2 awards. I hope I win them." He smiles. He was a natural, he was so comfortable in front of the camera. Meanwhile, it felt like my knees were failing. "...And who is this beauty standing next to you?" I hear the interviewer say. "This is my girlfriend Rayne, Director Gary Fleeson's daughter."

"Are you excited for tonight Rayne?"

I nod my head, swallowing the little bit of vomit that tried to creep up my throat. "Yes, most definitely." I smile again.

Michael and I head inside and find our seats, right upfront. Of course, Michael won both awards, thankfully he doesn't talk much, but he did make sure he put my name in his list of thank you's, that caused the cameraman to sit in my face more than I wanted.

"Are you coming over?" Michael says as we ride back in the limo. I can almost feel his eyes examining every inch of my body, his lip buried in his mouth. I smirk at him, "No." I tease. He frowns, "What do you mean no??" I giggle. "I'm not coming over." "I bet I could change your mind." He says slickly, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck. I couldn't resist him, let alone say no. He knew exactly how to get me to agree with him. "Fine, fine... stop." I moan out. A satisfied grin plays on his face. "You're such an ass." I laugh. He shrugs nonchalantly.

***

~Michael's POV

It was the day to release the first single of my new album, The Girl Is Mine. The reception was incredible, with Paul McCartney on the track it was even greater. We had worked so hard on this song, I was proud of us. Rayne slams the studio door, sulking in the couch. I frown. "What's wrong Ray?" I ask. "I'm tired of the cameras! People are constantly following me around. I'm not used to this." She vents, letting out an exasperated sigh as she pushes hair out of her face. "You'll get used to it baby. It's frustrating. I know. But let's not focus on that right now. We've gotta go see your mom so let's just go. Ok?" She groans louder, "don't remind me!"

"You know, you are so sexy when you're whiny and pouty like this." I smile sympathetically, tugging her arm to stand. She giggles, slowly staggering to her feet to leave. I wrap my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her cheek. "It'll be alright." I say. She whines quietly.

"We're here to see Tammi Reynolds." Rayne says to the front desk. "You have ID?" The woman asks, not even looking at us. "Maybe if you look up you'll see we already have them out." Rayne snaps. I could tell her nerves were really bad. I squeeze her hand reassuringly. "Oh my.. You're Michael Jackson." She says, her mouth wide open in shock. I nod politely, "yes ma'am. We just need to know what room miss Tammi Reynolds is in." I smile. "I love your new song, The girl is mine. Love it." She enthuses. "Thank you, would you happen to know what-" I ask again before getting interrupted.

"I plan on getting your new album as soon as it releases. I can't wai-"

"CAN YOU PLEASE TELL US WHAT ROOM MY MOTHER IS IN?" Rayne interrupts, leaving the woman speechless. "God.." Rayne mutters, shaking her head.

"She- She's in room 514" the woman stutters out. Rayne walks off instantly. "Thank you." I smile at the woman, as I started jogging to catch up with Rayne.

We stand in front of the door labeled 514 as I watch Rayne struggle to knock on the door, tears filled her eyes. I grab her hands, pulling her to the side to talk to her. "Look at me Rayne. You will be ok. You're not alone in this. I'm right here! Whenever you wanna go, we can go. I just want you to have some kind of closure with her so you both can move on with your lives." I wipe a tear from her face, holding her cheek in my hand. "I'm scared Michael. I'm so scared." She cries, trying to catch her breath. "I know baby. But trust me, you don't have to be strong for this. I'll be strong for you. Just trust me." I hug her tightly, she snuggles her face into my chest. I wipe another tear from her eyes as she walks back in front of the door and knocks. The door opens revealing her mother.

Rayne's mother was gaunt, her hair was frizzed but long, and she was extremely skinny yet she was still strikingly beautiful. I could see Rayne in her. "Rayne.. You came." She smiles. Allowing us in, she looks at me grinning. "Aren't you Michael Jackson?" She asks. I nod politely, "Yeah, it's nice to finally meet you." I shake her hand. "Rayne, you done got you a rich one huh?" She chuckles, sitting on the couch motioning us to sit with her. Rayne, awkwardly clears her throat "How's rehab treating you mother?" "Rayne, it's rehab.. Do you really think I'm happy here?" Her mother scoffs. I was already starting to feel uneasy. "I'm glad you came." She grins. "My therapist says you visiting would help me deal with my problems, since you are the problem." Rayne scoffs, "How am I the problem?" "I wasn't ready for a kid Rayne.." Her mother says . "Then why not give me up? I might've been a lot happier and a lot less bruised." Rayne says. I sit and watch as Rayne becomes emotional, rubbing her back softly. "Those tears don't work with me Rayne they never have. I only called you here because my therapist said so." It was terrible to see her mother so careless of Rayne's feelings, it was like she was missing a heart. "I only came here to tell you, I want nothing to do with you after this visit. Don't contact me again." Rayne says calmly.

"You're so selfish, just like your father. You take everything. When you were born you took my happiness, my life! Everything became about you." She grimaces. "Who's really sounding selfish here Mother?" Rayne says. I wasn't good with confrontation at all, so I knew this wouldn't get any better. "Um, Rayne? Are you ready to go?" I ask nervously. "She's nothing but a whore Michael, I knew she'd find her someone like you. A rich man.. All by laying on her back. Good job Rayne." She smirks evilly. I ignore her statement and begin tugging on Rayne. "Isn't that how you found dad? Stop trying to push your pathetic excuse of a life on me. You're jealous of me! I'm actually happy with my life and you hate it. You blame me for your failed marriage because of the things you did! Take the blame for what you've done mom. Deal with your problems mom! If anything, blame me for being stupid enough to continue to entertain you and your crappy excuses for abusing me!" Rayne says louder. "YOU ARE MY PROBLEMS! You think because you're so pretty you deserve everything, that people are jealous of you. You're trash, you'll always be trash.." "Come on Rayne.." I say grabbing her arm to pull her out. "I hate you!" Rayne yells out before I close the door. Rayne's eyes welled with tears once more as she sat on the floor. I kneeled next to her, holding on to her tightly. "I hate her.." She whimpers. "Let's get you home." I say softly.

Do you think Rayne's problems are too much for MJ to handle? Should Rayne give up on her mother?

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