Michael's POV

She's getting older and pretty soon it will be time for her to flock the nest. Im scared because she's my babygirl and she's already been through enough. I have not bee able to tell her this, but her birth mother has been wanting to get in contact with her. I should know that she has bad intentions considering that Anna has been getting up there in the music industry. I her damn father and I dont want her around that mess. Yet and still, I cant be there all the time.

Who am I kidding?

"Daddy! Hello?!" Anna said waving her hand in my face.

"Huh what sweetheart?"

"You just dozed off into space. Are you ok?"

"Yes yes Im fine. When are you and your mother leaving to get your hair done?"

"Oh I figured we'd leave in another hour. Im still trying to figure out what hairstyle I want. You know Miles will start experimenting on my hair if I dont give him ideas." she said laughing.

"That is a terrifying thought. All that hair and I wouldnt put it past him to do so."

She sighed. "Daddy you havent been acting yourself again. What are you worried about again? You're getting an award for the Dangerous album and you've got some good material for the next. You're such a perfectionist and you worry too much."

"What? I am not worried. And I am not a perfectionist." 

"Shittt." Mary said walking in and Anna laughed. "You couldve fooled me. You wont leave that studio if someone tried to forcibly kidnap you."

"He'll be like Im sorry you can take me later, Im finishing up the chorus." Anna said laughing.

"Alright that is my cue." I said getting up.

"Daddy wait we were just kidding!"

"Oh Michael come on! It was just a joke and you know it."

I waved my hand and walked away. I couldnt believe I was treating them like that. I just cant tell them what's going on right now. My condition has reached its peak, I have this damn woman calling me, and that sick fuck that messed with my daughter was released from prison. 

"Michael."

I turned around and Mary was standing there with a slice of banana cream pie. "Im sorry baby. I dont know what's wrong, but Im your wife and you can tell me anything.

This woman was phenomenal. She wouldnt let you leave her sight unless she knew you were happy. She's been all about me from day one, and Im standing her lying to her.

"I cant...I just cant."

"Its alright. We can talk about it later. You should be getting ready for the awards." she said kissing my cheek.

"I love you Mary. I want you to know that. I just dont want my love to turn to dust."

She scoffed. "You're questioning our love now? You know Ill never stop loving you. I thought you knew me better than that. If this is about your vitiligo, there's nothing you can hide. I know about it already."

"What?" I said shocked. 

"Baby give me more credit. You are beautiful just as you are. I know its getting worse, but I want to let you know that you are still Michael Jackson. You're still the same loving, caring and funny man I married. The people love you Michael. Dont shun that away." she said releasing a tear.

"Mary dont.."

"Im okay. Sometimes I feel like you dont give yourself enough credit. You cant help what you have, but you're perfect to me." she said walking away. "And eat that damn pie. I know how much you love it and I put my damn foot in it."

I chuckled. "Yes ma'am." She turned around and smiled. She left and I was there looking at my skin.

They...they love me...

They love ME.

TO BE CONTINUED