*Michael's Point Of View*

Flicking on the tv, I am reminded once again of my  mistakes:

"Not so nice Jackson is now a psycho!! Yes that's right, AMA's winning nominee is now crazy, mentally. You heard it first. Michael Jackson entered Shady Hills rehabilitation center last month. Sources say that it is for anger management and prescription, drug addiction. We haven't heard word from the Jackson family on this story, but we will keep you updated. Until then, I'm Don Steddon with E! news...",

I quickly press down on the power button, tossing it back onto the table violently. "Mister Jackson, that was uncalled for...", Doctor Wilson scolds, retrieving the remote. Ignoring him, I reclaim my usual spot on his recliner he has for his patient's. "Michael, you can't let them get in your head... ", He exhales, taking a sit in front of me.

Still ignoring him, I glance down at my loafers. "I know you're mad, but you have to see past that.", He continues, pushing for a response. After five minutes of my silence he stands from his chair. "Why are you here?", He asks urgently. I slowly glance up at him. His charcoal eye's are tearing a hole in mine. "Answer my question Michael... ",-" To be well again... ", He smiles, relieved by my answer.

"What else? ", I shrug. "No Michael. What else?", He pushes, returning to his chair. "I don't know. I'm just tired of people barging in on my life! I'm sick of that shit!", I screech, shooting up from the recliner. "Then let it out.", He simply instructs. Confused by his sudden change in tone, I stare at him for a few minutes.

"Let it out Michael. Go ahead.", He chuckles, gesturing with his hand. I nod slowly, still unsure. "Can I swear?", He laughs this time nodding. "Say whatever you want... ", He confirms. I inhale deeply, trying to figure our where to start. "How did the segment make you feel?", Doctor Wilson asks, noticing my hesitation. "Mad as Hell... ", I grumble.

"You don't seem mad as Hell...", I glance at the tv remembering the news casters face. "Trust me I am. I'm so sick of Those son's of bitches! I really am. They just constantly talk shit. They always judge the shit that I do. What I do is my damn business! If I want to give my wife a little love in the bathroom, them dammit I'm going to give her Love in a bathroom!", I scream at the tv.

Doctor Wilson breaks into a laughing fit. "You.. You have engaged in intercourse with you're wife, in a public bathroom?", Here chokes out. I feel my cheek's burn, realizing what I just admitted. "I wouldn't say public, but yes. Twice. I mean sharing a little love isn't a crime, is it?", His laugh fall down to silent chuckles.

"No, I guess not. Why do you let them anger you?",-" I don't.. ",-"Then explain it to me.", I sigh. "Explain what?",-"Whatever it is you feel.", He restates, calmly. I inhale deeply, shaking my head in order to gather my thoughts.

"I just don't like the thought of my family being provoked... I can't be here knowing my family is struggling to keep strong. It hurt hearing my youngest daughter cry for me over the phone. You know her birthday is next week's and I will Miss it? That shit hurts. It really hurts.", I admit, playing with my finger's. "What can you do to fix thing's?", I shrug helplessly.

"You tell me. I just want my life back in some type of order. I don't give a damn if those pests talk, I just want my family happy again.",-"What about your happiness?",-"Their happiness is my happiness...", Doctor Wilson let's out a loud sarcastic laugh. "As you would say, that's bullshit. I'm sorry. Give me  a really answer.", I glare at him.

"That was my answer. I find my happiness in her smile and laughter... ", I reply honestly. "There it is...", Doctor Wilson grins. Confused, I furrow my eyebrows awaiting an explanation.

"Michael. You're Not afraid of turning into your father. You're afraid of loosing Marilyn and not being good enough for her. That's why you cheated, that's Why you beat yourself up. You think she's going to grow tired of you...", He explains as if it made perfect sense to him. Trying to follow his explanation, I rub my temples.

"So, my biggest fear is my wife leaving me?", He nods. "In a way, Yes. Your sexual chemistry is wonderful, but you two need to find that reconnection of closure. You hold too much guilt Michael. You're allowing it to pile on until you can't take it. Hence Your insomnia that eventually led you into The world of tranquilizers, ending your trip here, in rehab.", He jots down a few note, Then stands up.

"I'm going to work on your return home, but I first want to help you leaves your guilty behind.", I sigh. "I Just want this to be over.", He give me as small smile. "And it will Michael. I promise.", I stand from the recliner for the last time, heading towards the door. Hopefully this will be my last visit.

*Brandon's Point Of View*

"Mom, how do I look?", I ask, fussing with my tie. Mom giggles and removes my hands, aiding me. "You look handsome love. You really do.", She smiles, redoing a loose loop in my tie. I sigh, knowing today's the day. I'm so nervous. I didn't think it would come so fast, and with all that's been going on, I pushed it in the back of my mind. I can't  do that anymore now.

"Brandon, love. You will be just fine. Okay?", Mom assures me again, pulling me back down into reality. "Mom this isn't just any ceremony. It's two men marrying each other. That's a big deal... I'm so scared mom. I really am. And dad isn't here...", I admit, collapsing into the chair behind me. She sighs, stepping closer to me.

"Your father wouldn't want you to be sad okay? Forget the ignorance of other's and focus on living your dream. Those people will continue judging you until you die. So live, and let them talk. All that matters now is you and David.", She spoke softly, stroking my hair. "I wanted grandma Katie to be here also...", Smiling, Mom stands me up only to bring me into a warm embrace.

"She's here through spirit love. Just pray and finish getting ready...", She advises, releasing me. I nod and Peck her cheek. "I love you mom.", She cheeses. "I love you too Brandon.", With that, she slowly walks to the door and disappears behind it. I inhale deeply and glance at myself through the mirror in front of me. I'm ready to meet my future.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I can't explain my emotions Right now as I wait for a milestone. My son; Brandon Jackson. Is about to become a Jackson-Taylor. The world may not see it as beautiful, but I certainly do. He's braver than I ever was at his age. I give that credit all to him; learning how to find and love himself.

I give that credit to Michael as well, he may not know it, but him being there for Brandon gave Brandon all the confidence he needed to push through obstacles. I think that says something. This day proves that. "Marilyn, I have a surprise for you...", Yuli beams, slipping into the bathroom.

I turn away from the mirror after finishing the last touches on my make-up. "Well, what is it?", I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. Her hands are empty, yet she's smiling foolishly with her hands behind her back. She shrugs. "Well you're missing your creme... ", she giggles to herself. "Yuli... I swear if you don't tell me...", I threaten playfully. She nods, still giggling.

"Well cookie, here's your creme.", Opening the door, she quickly disappears behind it. I wait patiently for the 'creme'. When the door reopens, my heart pauses for a second, only to fasten it's pace. "Hi cookie...", He grins. I quickly walk over to him. "Hi creme...", I cheese. He opens his arm's and pulls me into his chest. "I missed you...", I whisper against his chest.

"I missed you too mama.", He sighs, tightening his hold on my torso. I inhale deeply, taking in his natural musk. God only knows how much I've missed this man. "I can only stay until the ceremony is over...", He whispers, reluctantly. I pull away from him to look at him.

"I want you to stay papa. I don't want you to go back...", I whimper, feeling the threat of tears coming. He gently cups my face. "If I stay here, I'll have to stay there longer. I want to return as soon as possible so I have to go back.", He explains, swiping a few escaped tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. "I don't want you too...", I whimper again.

He shakes his head. "Don't cry mama. I'll be back next month. Please don't cry.", He soothes, gently bringing my face towards his. I close my eyes, awaiting on the precious gift that is his lips on mine. Soon enough, my gift was given tenderly. His lips reclaimed their place on mine, weakening me. "Promise not to cry again, not unless you're happy.", He whispers, breaking the kiss.

I nod agreeing, though tears continuously cascade down my face. "kiss me again papa...", I request, searching his eyes for hidden sadness. Without replying, he leans into my face to give me what I have longed for. Soon, that kiss turns into slight touching, and then the door opens. "Marilyn, We need you to-Hey Michael?", Ryan says, starring at Michael and I.

Michael detaches himself from me while I de-wrinkle my dress. "Hey Ryan...", Michael blushes. Ryan's chuckles. "Hey Michael. Umm Marilyn, Brandon has locked himself in the men's room and refuses to come out. He wants to talk to you only.", Michael and I exchange glances. "Where's David?", Ryan shrugs. "Nobody knows...", I shake my head.

"Oh God... ",-"I'll find David, you go talk to Brandon...", Michael suggests, walking over to Ryan. "I'll go with you.", Ryan volunteers, following Michael. Saying a silent prayer, I walk out of the bathroom. What else can go wrong?

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hey sorry for not updating yesterday, I got a little side tracked. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please comment your opinion of it. Whether you liked it or hated it. Have questions? leave a comment. Well alright, Peace and blessings to You. I love you! Remember that.

        -Marilyn. E