~Michael's POV

"Who could say I'd ever do something like that?" I ask out loud. I sink into the cushion behind me, burying my face in my hands.

"I don't know, but only a sick person would pull some BS like that. You'd never hurt a child.. You'd never hurt anyone!" Rayne says, she was more angry than I was.

I couldn't think of anyone who hated me enough to frame me with the most disgusting act a human can do. "I'd slit my wrists first before I hurt a child. I love children."

During dinner, I couldn't even eat if I tried, my heart was broken. I felt sick and empty.

"Michael please try to eat.. I know you're upset. But please.." Rayne begged.

"Don't do that. I'll eat when I want." I snap. I knew I was wrong for snapping at her, but she had to understand my anger.

She opened her mouth to respond, but decided to quietly finish her food and continued to feed Camille.

"I'm sorry." I express.

"I know." Rayne smiles sympathetically. "It's ok."

I pushed around my food for a few more minutes, attempting to convince Rayne I was trying to eat. But at this point, it was pretty much a front.

Much to Camille's disappointment, Rayne tucked her into bed and read to her for the night. She didn't seem too entertained, Rayne doesn't make the voices like I do. I came in to kiss her a quick kiss goodnight, "I love you 'Millie' girl" I sigh quietly. Finally, I laid my head down to deal with the mess coming my way tomorrow. I closed my eyes, releasing a loud groan before I felt my wife's arms wrap around me.

"I take it you're not angry at me anymore." I mutter.

"You need my support more than anything. You need to know I'm here." She whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder. "We'll get through this together ok?"

I believed her but my mind was so focused on this entire situation, I hadn't even the strength to respond. I simply placed my hand on her arm and leaned closer to her.

***
The moment I opened my eyes, I expected so much chaos, even in my own home. Surprisingly, it was relatively quiet. Rayne had Camille lay quietly, reading her picture book on the floor of my bedroom, while she took her shower.

I watched my baby girl in her own world, muttering unrecognizable words to herself, probably creating her own story in her head. If her imagination is anything like mine, her version is probably better. She doesn't even realize how much she affects me on a day to day basis. Everything I do is for her, even the simple task of getting out of bed.

After observing her a few seconds longer, I managed to push myself forward and out of bed

"Hi daddy" she smiles, before burying her face back into the book.

"Good morning 'Millie'" I grin, stumbling into the bathroom. Rayne's head pops out the side of the shower, giving me a concerning look, "feeling better?" She asked.

"Kinda. Camille gave me a little boost. She's reading right next to my pillow." I chuckle splashing water on my face.

"Sorry, I just needed her to be close by while I showered. I knew a book would keep her busy. You know she's a bookworm like her dad." She teases.

I toss a handful of cold water her direction, laughing as she squealed, ducking behind the curtain. "Always with the jokes!" I exclaim.

"Always!" She responds. She wraps her towel around her, shutting off the water. "Mike.. Mike!" She calls, pulling me out of my drifting thoughts.

"Yeah?" I answer slightly distracted at her wrapped in her towel. I don't think she knows how much control she has over me.

She pushes a few of her wet, short curls behind her ear. Her face plastered in all seriousness. "You need to get a lawyer."

I frown, "you want a divorce?" I let out a phony wail. Anything to not talk about the real issue. "How can you just leave me like this?!" I continue, grasping her waist and leaning her wet head onto my chest.

"Get off of me you goof!" She giggles, shoving me away. "Seriously, you need a lawyer. I know you don't wanna talk about it but you do."

"I know." I submit. I sit on the toilet seat behind me, staring at my daughter still reading. "Do you think people will actually believe this stuff? That it would actually go to trial?"

"I don't know what may happen, but you need one just in case."

"I just can't imagine actually having to explain that I would never do something like that to someone. It's disgusting." I grimace. "I really wanna know who said it. Probably someone I've never even seen before."

"I'm sure the media will find out for you soon enough." Rayne rolls her eyes.

After breakfast, I knew I had to get down to business with my new manager Ramone, what a way for her to start her new job off. I head into my office and sit at the desk, contemplating picking up the phone.

"Good Morning, Ramone." I sigh.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. I have a couple lawyers interested in representing you."

She was on top of things, "that's perfect. That's exactly why I called you."

"I was just waiting on you to call so I could set up meetings with you and them. Whenever you're available." She explains.

"Well, I'm not recording right now, I'm definitely not doing any interviews, and of course the tour is over. I'm pretty available. I'll send you a copy of my schedule. The only thing I want you to steer clear of is mornings and evenings, I want to eat breakfast with my family and I have to read to my daughter at night."

"Got it." She confirms. She assures me she'll let me know the meeting dates and we hang up. I look through my office seeing awards and gold records lining the walls.

"Your fans still love you." I hear Rayne say in the doorway. My daughter runs to sit on my lap, kissing my cheek. "I love you daddy."

"I love you more Millie." The two of them are the only reason I'm as stable as I am.

"I'm just afraid all of this won't go away. How this will affect you or Camille."

"It will. You'll be okay. We're going to be fine. Just handle your business to get it over with." Rayne says softly. There's that positive outlook. She closes me in to continue with work.

~Rayne's POV

I knew today was gonna be a day for Michael to need complete peace and quiet. I decided to take Camille to the art studio again. She's spent plenty of time with Michael in his concert rehearsals. I wanted her to see the other side of art.

We get into the studio and I set her up with a blank canvas and hand paint. Placing her on the ground in front of it. I sit a larger one in front of me and sit on the floor next to her, turning on the TV just for background noise.

I place a small glob of blue paint on her hand and rub them together, pushing her hand on the canvas. She giggles loudly "wow mommy!"

"Pretty huh?" I smile. I take my finger and dip it into the pink paint and create a smiley face on my canvas. "That's pretty mommy!" She points, her blue fingers smearing against my smiley.

"Hey!" I playfully pout, poking her nose with a fingertip of purple paint. She returns with a blue fingerprint on my cheek. She giggles, "gotcha mommy!"

"What do you wanna paint for daddy? Maybe he'll hang it up in the house"

"I wanna paint.." She drags out while thinking, "a heart!"

I flipped her canvas to a clean page. "He'll love that." We both lay on our stomachs, childishly kicking our feet up and finger painting.

"Audrey Stevenson comes to public about Michael Jackson's odd relationship with her 6 year old son Malik. News at 4"

My eyes darted to the television, stopping everything to catch a glimpse of the accuser. It was that brown-haired girl that lived in one of the guest houses on the ranch. I gasp loudly. "I can't believe her!" I yell loudly, scaring Camille. "I'm sorry baby, mommy is sorry." I cuddle her, wiping her teary eyes. "You wanna finish your heart for daddy? Then we can go and head home for lunch ok?" She nods wiping her eyes with her dried paint crusted hands.

I couldn't even imagine how Michael was dealing with this, or even if he knew about it yet. "I finished!" Camille says standing and holding her paper up for me to see. "It's pretty, daddy will love it."

After washing Camille's hands we head back home, I wanted to be prepared for his mood. I knew he wasn't going to be happy at all.

"Daddy!" Camille runs through the front door, looking for Michael. Michael emerges from his office, rubbing his red eyes. He puts on a fake smile for Rayne, "welcome back baby girl, what have you got there?"

"It's a heart!"

He kisses her forehead and grabs the paper. "I love it. I'm gonna hang it in my office so I can look at it forever."

I give him a sympathetic smile. "Are you ok?" I ask.

"I'm angry. Extremely angry. I can't believe she would do that after everything I helped her with." He frowns, following me into the bathroom with Camille. "Plus, I talked to my manager and all Audrey wants is money. I'm not giving her any money, that would make me look more guilty."

I shake my head. "I'm so sorry this is happening. You know I've got your back, right Mike? Whatever you do I support 100%"

He nods.
***
Camille brings her paper to Michael again practically reminding him that he was supposed to hang up her photo. He sat and moped for a while before taking a deep breath and grabbing the paper. Camille only two steps behind him, follows him into the office and watches him hang it up.

He gives a big a smile after placing on the wall. "It's perfect." He announces to her. Of course Camille didn't know how much that meant to him. Especially right now, he needed that little token of love. He's so afraid that his fans won't love him, at least he knows his daughter always will. He leans down to kiss her as she stands on her tip toes to reach his lips.

"I love you daddy."

"I love you more." He responds.

I peek inside and compliment my daughters first piece of artwork hanging on the wall.

"That's so nice up there Buggy.. What is it again?" I ask.

"It's a heart for daddy." She smiles proudly.