*Marilyn's Point Of View*

I sigh and stand from my seat to comfort Brandon. "Honey don't cry please... Don't cry", I said standing him up, only to quickly pull him into my arm's. His soft cries turn into wailing sobs as he clings to my blouse. "Shhh... Baby it's okay... He loves you... Know that... He loves you...", I repeatedly whisper in his ear, stroking his hair. He gulps for air before continuing his sobs. I stand there holding him for five minutes before he pulls himself back together. He finally glances up at me. I force a smile. His facial expression was so painful to look at. He was hurt and disappointed and it was well conceived on his face. "He hates who I am, doesn't he?", Brandon crocked. I sigh and shake my head. "No...not at all", "Then why did he walk out like that!", He strained, clutching his throat in regret of raising his voice. "I don't know... but I will find out...", I assured him. He nods. "Just sit tight...", I instructed, turning to walk out. "Michael? ", I called from the living room. I don't receive an answer so I make my way upstairs. There's only one place I know he goes when he is stressed or when something is wrong; his office.  I walk down the end of the hall and quietly approach his door. Slowly twisting the knob, I call his name again. "Michael?", I whispered, entering the dark office. I hear him scramble around on his desk before his lamp switches on. "Michael, what was that?", I questioned, crossing my arm's over my chest. Michael sighs and grabs something from his desk drawer. He then sides a magazine across the desk. I step closer, to get a better look. "Michael what is this?", "Just read page twenty-five...", He breathed, rubbing his face frustratedly. I grab the magazine and turn it to the page. It was a page about Michael Jackson and his "Crazy disfunctional family" . I sigh and didn't dare to read anymore. "They know everything, every fucking thing! If Brandon gets married... they will be all over that... I just can't do that... I don't want him hurt... babygirl understand that.", He stressed standing up from his chair. "How long ago was that?", "A month...", He whispered aloud. I run my hand's over my face. "I wanted to tell you...but I didn't understand it... Plus everything was hectic with the baby...I didn't know how to tell you", I walk up to him and cup his face in my hand's. "Michael no matter how bad thing's get...I will understand and we will work it out together okay? We are a team. Now I understand what you are saying about Brandon... but he doesn't." Michael pinches the bridge of his nose. "How? He probably hates me right now...", "He could never hate you... He's just hurt... Just tell him I'm sure he will understand.", I said caressing his face a little. "Come on...let's talk to him...", I said removing my hand's from his face. He takes in a deep breath then nods. I give him a small smile as we exit his office...

*Michael's Point Of View*

I feel like a complete asshole. I know I shouldn't have just walked out like that, but it was a lot to take in. Given our current circumstances, I don't need another thing that the tabloids can take and make a mockery of. I wouldn't be able to lie to him and tell him thing's will be okay. I know they won't. Marilyn enters the dining room first, I wait a few minutes before following. When I enter, Brandon glances straight at me with puffy swollen eyes. Marilyn sits beside him. I slowly walk to the other side of him. Taking my seat, I try to think up thing's I could say that won't hurt him. Brandon and Marilyn wait patiently as I turned my seat facing Brandon. "I'm sorry... if I hurt you...", I exhaled, glancing at my hand's. "You always say that dad... Always apologize for your shitty ass attitude! ", Brandon spat, pushing away from his chair. I quickly glance up at him. "Brandon! ", Marilyn hissed, standing up. Brandon shakes his head. "Every since I told you I was gay...you never looked at me the dame...you were shamed I wasn't your perfect son or who you thought I would be...You distanced yourself from me...Then apologize when put on the spot...You never mean it...I'm not a fucking idiot! Admit it! You hate that I'm gay! Just get it through your thick skull! BRANDON JOSEPH JACKSON IS GAY!", Brandon barked turning to walk away. He stops once he reaches the entrance. "And whether you like it or not...David and I are getting married...", He threatened, continuing his anger filled exit. I sit back and run my hand's through my hair. I didn't know he felt like that. I have tried numerous of times to get him to understand that I am okay with him being gay. It's just the world might not be. "Michael... Are you okay? ", Marilyn whispered sitting in the chair in front of me. I nod, holding my face in my hand's. I'm lying. I want to cry. I want her to hold me while I bawl. Marilyn must have read my mind. She removes my hand's and trades her chair for my lap. "It's okay Papa... thing's will be okay... ", She whispered, cradling my neck while kissing the top of my head. I wrap my arm's around her waist like a young Kola clinging to it's mother. This was my failed attempt to stop the threatening tears. I swallow the lump that held my pain. In return, the tears escaped. Marilyn sighs and continues whispering word's of faith and positivity. I couldn't take it anymore. I tighten my grip on her waist and let it out. Anything I was holding in. Pain, guilt, disappointment, anything. I only hope that I can fix this for Once and for all...

To Be Continued