*Michael's Point Of View *

Closed off from the rest of the world. That's how I feel. That's what I am. Trying to explain thing's to a man who doesn't understand me. I feel so trapped in this rehabilitation center. I want to return home to my babygirl and my children. I want to help Brandon plan for his ceremony. I want to hold my little princess. But I can't, I'm stuck here.

I know I have to fix myself and regain my health, but this is torture. Two week's ago I experienced the worse withdrawal in my life, I felt like I was going to die. I really hate this. But I know I need it. As of now, I'm waiting in line for a call home. This is the prison aspect of rehab. It's ridiculous.

"Next in line...", Miss Rosa orders, her tone full of agitation. Forcing my legs forward, I step up to the window. Miss Rosa gives me a sideways glance. "Name...", I sigh. She knows my name. We go over this every time it's time for a phone call. It's annoying and I know she knows it annoys me. "Michael Jackson... ", I exhale again, ignoring her eye roll at the mention of my name.

"Okay. Micah-",-"Michael... ", She sighs heavily. "Whatever... You have ten minutes. Enjoy.", She snarled, handing me a ticket. I force a smile and continue my route to the phone that hung solely on the walk adjacent to her window. This means no privacy of course. But it's worth hearing my family's support and encouragement.

I remove the phone from it's hook and input the printed code for the call. Waiting two minutes to follow the automated instructions, I quickly dial home. The line didn't ring once before Her voice graced through the speakers.

*"Hello? Michael? ",

"H-Hey mama... "

"God, it's good to hear your voice. How is it there?",

"It's okay. I want to be Home with you and the kid's..."

"But you have to get better papa... ",

"I know..."

"Don't sound so down papa.",

"It's just... I miss you. It hurts. I feel like a caged animal."

"Have faith papa. Your light is coming.",

-sigh- "How is everyone?"

"The kid's are fine... Jordyn's still trying to say full sentences. Dylan has a little crush and-",

"Have  you had 'The Talk' with him yet?"

"Papa, he's Only thirteen.",

"Exactly... He'll find out, one way or the other..."

"Speaking of, papa it's really lonely without you here...",

"I swear, I will make up for lost time mama"

"Five minutes Micah!",

-sighs- "Okay Rosey!.. Damn. I can't wait to get out of here."

"Me either papa. But why did She call you Micah? ",

"She's a bitch..."

"I heard that! You have three minutes twiggy!",

"Michael... Do I need to pay a visit? She shouldn't treat you like that. ",

"No, It's fine. I will handle her. I love you. Remember that."

"I love you too papa... ",

"Say it for me..."

*giggles* "Say what?",

"You know... "

"You're a pervert.",

"I only have two minutes, say it..."

*sighs* "Okay, Okay. I think about you when I'm in the tub...",

"And..."

"I've got the hots for you papa..."

"Jackson! Let's go pretty boy!",

"You should go...",

"I can't now mama... Damn."

"Cold shower and naked grannies papa",

"God... I need you right now. Come tomorrow."

"Okay papa. I love you.",

"I love you too mama."

"Bye love... ",

"Bye babygirl... "*

I reluctantly place the phone on it's hook. I don't know what's worse, the heat developing in my pants or the throbbing of my heart. "You should handle that Jackson. It will only take you a minute.", Rosa jokes, laughing loudly. I glare at her. "Would you shut the Hell up and get a life?", She roll her eyes.

"Micah... I'm warning you, One of these days you're going to say the wrong thing...", She threatens, calling for the Next victim. I force myself to continue walking, even though I really wanted to turn around and let her have it. I'm just counting the week's until I'm out of here.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

"Marilyn, Girl how do you Stay sane?", Yuli asks, handing me a coffee mug. I thank her and stare at the seething smoke, that emulated from the hot mug. Yuli let's out a small sigh and carefully takes a seat beside me on the mint and chocolate, colored sofa.

"His voice honestly. I mean, I pray about it, But his voice keeps me sane.", I finally answer. "God... I know it's tough. The stupid tabloids aren't making it any better. I'm so sorry honey.", I glance at her.

"It's okay. Thing's will go back to normal. They wedding is Next week. Michael will be able to attend, I'll be fine."-"De-Nial is the name of a river in Egypt honey...", Yuli pushes, sipping at her tea. Knowing she's right, I exhale deeply before letting it all out.

"It's frustrating! It really is. Like What am I NOT doing right that he can't stay out of harm?! Why can't thing's just go smoothly for us?! I have to put my plans on hold to take care of our kid's and plan a wedding... It's hard Yuli... it is. I wanted my life back. I hate this.", I finally crack, placing my gave into my hands.

"Awe Marilyn honey... It's going to be okay. Thing's will get easier. You have me and Ryan and your mom, and Patrick and Joseph...", I sob for a little longer before glancing up at her to reply. "I want Michael. I want my Michael... I want him next to me every night. Not in a damn Rehab center! ", I screech, Standing up from the sofa.

Yuli quickly stands, following me to the den. "Marilyn, where are you going?",-"To get Michael out of there...", I answer, scanning the room for my purse. "Marilyn he needs the help. Let him get well...", Yuli pleads, gently grabbing my arm. I ignore her and continue searching for my purse. "Marilyn, you wanted Him to get help. He's getting it, let it happen.", She concludes, slowly releasing my arm.

I stare at my purse on the recliner in front of me, pondering on Yuli's advice. My mind says she's Right, but my heart says rescue him. "Marilyn, you can't save him if you won't let him save himself... ", She adds, warning deep within her tone. I exhale a breath of defeat.

"I just want him home... Is that so bad?", --"No honey. It isn't. Look, Go home and relax for the night. I'll call you later, okay?", I nod and reach for my purse. "I'm serious Marilyn, relax. That's what you need to do.",-"I will. Thank-you. I really appreciate Yuli.", Yuli blushes, swatting her hand in the air.

"It's nothing honey. That's what sister's are for. Noe I think Bill is waiting for you... Damn he's always on time.", I crack a smile. "Yuli it's his job..." She giggles. "He has a lot on his job description dealing with you and Michael... ", She snickers. I shake my head. "We don't speak of those thing's ha-ha", Yuli runs two fingers over her lips, pretending to zip them.

Flicking Her wrist, she pretends to throw away a key. I giggle, shaking my head. "Marilyn, Are you ready?", Bill asks, entering the room. I look towards his direction and nod. "Thanks again Yuli. Take care love.", She nods still keeping her lips sealed. I rolling my eyes playfully, turning to allow Bill to escort me out.

"You're a strong woman. Remember that Marilyn", Bill praises me, once we exit the house. I give him a small smile. I may seem strong, but I'm falling apart inside...

To Be Continued...