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∽Chapter 42: Shaking The Family Tree∽

*Marilyn's Point Of View *

Fifteen minutes have passed since Michael went inside to phone our monster's in Florida. Now, that's a long time considering Michael isn't much of a 'talk-over-the-phone' person, therefore I'm very worried right now.

Within my fifteen minutes of waiting for Michael to return, Jordyn and I have doughty evil witches, attended a wonderful tea party posted by Mister Unicorn, and trudged through the juggle gym. Which means, Jordyn is officially worn out and ready for a late afternoon nap before dinner. This also means, I can see what's up with Michael.

"Mommy... I'm tired.", Jordyn yawns, extending her arm's out for a lift to her bedroom; my little lazy bug. I fulfill her wish, lifting her into my arm's as I walk through the living room. Just as I was approaching the staircase, Michael and Bill urgently jog down the stairs. Michael's face is filled with rage and so is Bill's, both men literally have steam streaming through their ears.

Watching the combustion threateningly men, I open my mouth to investigate. "What's going on? Are you two fighting again? ", I assume, shifting Jordyn onto my right hip. My shakes his head. "No...Look, Babygirl. I need you to stay here. Bill and I are going to handle something. Please just stay here. A back up guard is on his way...", Michael stresses, zipping up his charcoal windbreaker.

Bill nods and whips his phone out, calling for someone. Still curious to the urgency presented, I ask again. "Whats going on?", Michael rubs his face then glances at the caramel dozing, tot perched on my right hip. "Can you take her for her nap?", He asks, ignoring my question. I hesitate before reluctantly walking up the stairs, staring back at Michael a few times in between.

Once Jordyn is officially lost in slumber, I peck her forehead and quietly exit her bedroom. Just as I'm descending the staircase, I catch a glimpse of Michael furiously punching a hole into the wall beside him. Honestly, I'm scared. Michael's anger is unpredictable at time's. He can say or do anything.

That's something that I am well aware of as I continue to descend the staircase. Michael has long retrieved his head, swearing to himself. His hand now blooded as he paces back and forth. "Papa...", I speak softly, not wanting to have him snap.

Michael slowly looks at me, his eyes bloodshot; he's been crying. Still trying to configure the situation, I quietly walk up to him and reach for his hand's. "Don't... ", He croaks, snatching his hand's away. "Just... Don't.", He croaks again, turning to privately tend his knuckles. I sigh and ignore his request. "Papa...", I whisper, walking behind him.

He doesn't reply, so I carefully turn his shoulder so that he is facing me. I glance into his glossy, almond eyes before wrapping my arm's around his neck. He won't tell me verbally, but he's hurt and enraged. Whatever happened, I'm silently letting him know that I'm not going anywhere.

After a long minute, he finally responds by desperately wrapping his hand's firmly around my waist. "I'm sorry Babygirl. I swear he'll pay. I'm sorry.", He begins to sob into my neck. I gently stroke his hair, feeling his pain flowing into my heart as well. Now heavy hearted, I find myself sobbing as well. I don't know if it's from confusion or just seeing him seriously in pain.

"Mike. Darell has sicko. Do you want to-", Bill interrupts. He pauses and sighs heavily. "Marilyn I'm so sorry, I swear the bastard will pay. I swear on my grave.", Bill promises, once Michael and I release each other. Pulling myself together, I wipe my eyes and stare at Bill in confusion.

"Wha-What happened. I don't know what you're talking about. Someone please tell me.", I beg, now glancing between the two men. Bill glances at Michael before sighing. "It's Jasmine sh-",-"Bill... No. Not now.", Michael interrupts, pulling himself together as well. "Mike. She needs to know.", Bill reason's. Michael sticks to his choice, shaking his head.

"No... Just, let's go.", I quickly grab Michael's arm before he could take another step. "Tell what's going on! Please!", I beg again. "Mama I promise I will, but not now. I-I can't. Let me handle this please.", I shake my head in disagreement.

"No...No Michael! She's our daughter! If something's wrong, I have the right to know dammit! You can't fix everything on your own! We're a team. Stop trying to do this alone!", I screech, shoving him in his chest. He angers me when he treats me like a child. Michael glares at me before turning to walk away, again.

"Michael... She's right and you know it. Stop being stubborn! She's your wife, treat her like it!", Bill scolds, dragging Michael back over to me. "Bill this is my wife, don't tell me how to treat her! Now let's go!", He order's trying to exit. Bill blocks his way and gives Michael a nasty glare. "I'm about sick of your tantrums. Tell her. Tell her everything dammit. Do.It.Now.", He order's.

Reluctantly turning to me, Michael's face sinks and he explains every heartbreaking detail to our new problem. When he's finished he storms out of the house. "I'm sorry Marilyn. I swear he will pay for this shit. Dirty bastard... ", Bill promises once again, turning to jog off.

I fall back against the banister, covering my mouth with a shaking hand. If my world wasn't falling apart Yet, it definitely is now.

*Brandon's Point Of View*

"He wouldn't do that. I-I don't believe you. ", I croak, trying to take everything in. Jasmine falls into my chair, sobbing uncontrollably. "Brandon! How could you say that! The damn boy made a move on your father! He needs help!", Nana screeches, taking Jasmine into her arm's. I continue trying to block out the lies. I love my family, but they are going too far.

"That's not David! That's not him at all.",-"Boy listen here, that boy doesn't love you. He doesn't love anyone. He did that to your little sister and you defend the sick bastard?! Evidently you and him are two of a kind.", Patrick snaps, trying to calm a hysterical Jasmine.

"No. No. No... you guys are the sick one's! He wouldn't do that! He-he wouldn't... ", I choke, finally breaking down. "Not my David... Not him...", I whimper. Everything has fell beneath me. Every man, woman, I've ever love has broke my heart. I just don't want to believe my soulmate would do the same.

"Alright Mister Jackson, Brandon and Jasmine are with the Brown's. What's next?", I hear Darrel; our security guard stress into his cellphone. I watch him with fire in my eyes. They are all apart of this setup.

I know David Has done many thing's wrong angry hurtful, but he wanted to make thing's right. He wanted to Marty the right way and work on our future; my family is going to ruin that. I won't have that.

*Michael's Point Of View*

My stress level is at an all time high today. My world is crashing down before my eyes. My precious princess had the very cherished thing she has, snatched away from her. I want to wail, I want to kill, I want this nightmare to end. A father's worse nightmare is supposedly watching their little grow up and move away. Sadly, that's not my nightmare.

My nightmare is beyond repairable. I can't take it back. I can't kiss it and make the pain go away. I can't give her a piece of candy to sweeten this nightmare. I can't do anything; that's what hurts the most. "Michael... Man I'm sorry, but you have to be strong, for her. She'll be okay. She's a Jackson.", Bill soothes, patting my shoulder. Through his emotionless face, I see past the facade. He's angry and hurt.

I know he really wants to wring David's neck, but he's putting it aside for the make of helping a friend. I glance up at him with swollen eye's , ignoring the camera's outside, the scurrying nurses and doctor's and the other curious patients.

"That bastard, took the innocence of my princess. I want his sad on a stake. Do you understand? I'm done playing nice. I want him to rot in a cell. I want him to rot.", I try to maintain my threatening voice, only to soften into a croak as I have the chilling thought cross my mind. Pulling his lips inwards, he simply nods and motions for Darell to come to him.

I watch them whisper and nod to each other. I honestly can't think straight right now. I don't even remember making it to Florida. After talking to mother Burgess this morning, I knew I couldn't waste any time to come to Florida and punish that bastard. Now, I'm wishing I didn't come here.

The media is one reason. Marilyn and Jordyn are another, but seeing my fourteen year old daughter on a stretcher because she had an anxiety attack, was the icing on my cake of nightmares. Seeing her, pail and weak broke my heart and fueled my anger. I know that when and if I see that son of a bitch, he will wish he hadn't.

"Michael, Brandon is here.", Rafael notifies me. Turning my attention away from Bill and Darrel, I glance at my son. His body language is determined, his glare he held is fixed on mine. Mother Burgess and Patrick told me about his break down. I wouldn't want to fight against my son, but if he chooses to side with David, then I have no choice.

At this moment I wish Marilyn was here to soothe me. Unfortunately for me, she's can't support me and be by Jasmine's side as she lays strapped to a heart monitor. Approaching me carefully, Brandon remains silent, his glare still firmly intact.

"Before you even start, let me begin by saying this. I love that man. I know What he has done. I know what he wouldn't do. He didn't do anything to her. She's a liar. She isn't a virgins Mary either. Second, I don't care if you disown me. I'm standing by him. No matter what. He's a good man. And I love him.", He stresses in one breath. I stare at him in bewilderment.

How can my own flesh and blood opt against his own family. I wish I could speak, but I can't find my voice. I seriously can't find my voice. I can't even lift my hand, but I'm aware that I'm slobing. What in the Hell is wrong with me?! Brandon's facial expression changes instantly as he shakes me violently. "Dad! Dad! Dad what's wrong?! ", He releases me then turns to Bill and Darrel.

"You guys something is wrong with dad!", By the time they sprint over to me, I regain the feeling in my body. "I'm fine... I'm fine.", I assure them, slurring my word's a bit. But of course they ignore me. Soon I'm being dragged down the hospital hall's, and one thing leads to another; I find myself in a deep sleep...

To Be Continued...