June's point of view

I stared at the thing in shock, not knowing what to think about it or what to do with it. Is it really what I think it is? Should I run to Michael and show him? Should I just leave the room and leave Neverland? I couldn't bear the idea of Michael getting hurt by this witch. I knew she wasn't clear, I knew she was a mean bitch. All I wanted to do was kick her ass and send her back to Hell where she belongs. I was already able to picture the sadness and misunderstanding in Michael's eyes. Having a baby was the only thing he dreamed about, he loves children more than he loves himself. Having this baby made him walk away from me, because he was ready to start a family with his wife and his unborn child, and thinking I lost him because of this lie made me sick to my stomach. How can someone be this heartless to do something like this to someone as wonderful as Michael? And she claims to love him? We don't do such things to people we love.

"Oh my God! What the hell are you doing in here?" I heard Jessica yell from behind me, which stopped my trail of thought.

When I turned around and met Jessica – who was by the way wet from head to toes –, I felt my face heat up from anger. At the second she laid eyes on the thing I was holding in my hands, her all demeanor changed.

"What are you doing with this?" she asked me, gulping hard.

I didn't answer, I just kept walking towards her without speaking a word to her. I threw the fake pregnant belly in her face with force. I couldn't stand her ass in the beginning, but at this particular moment I just wanted to beat her ass.

"Security!" she yelled, and I covered her mouth right away.

"You evil bitch, you're going to shut the fuck up," I said, clenching my jaw. I looked down at her belly, "Lift your shirt up," I commanded, not making eye contact with that horrible person.

"No," she mumbled against my hand.

"Okay then," I answered, and began lifting her shirt by myself.

A knot formed in my stomach at the idea that I might be right about it, that it really was what I was thinking. I closed my eyes tight for a split second, silently praying I was wrong, that Michael's heart won't be broken once again, and lifted her shirt up. "I can't believe it," I said, once I laid my eyes on the fake pregnant belly she had on. I removed my hand from her mouth, and looked at those guilty-filled eyes of hers. "You piece of shit," I insulted her, giving her a disgusted look.

"I didn't want to–," she began, crying, but I cut her off by slapping her hard across her face.

"How could you?" I yelled in frustration. "How can you do such a thing to Michael and claim you love him? How?" I asked her, my vision blurred by tears filling my eyes.

"I didn't mean to! Everything happened so fast I didn't know what to do!" she cried, holding her no aching cheek. "I was lost and afraid and – and...," she choked on her sobs, "when Michael told me he loved you, I needed something to make him fall in love with me before the end of the contract!"

"What?" I asked her, feeling the tears rolling down my cheeks. "What are you talking about?"

"He will always love you! He always has, and always will! Open your damn eyes, he's still head over heels for you!"

"What contract?" I asked her again, taking the information in.

Michael still loves me.

"Our wedding contact! He didn't marry me because he loved me, he married me because I needed his health insurance! We signed a two-years wedding contract so I can be back on my feet, bills-free!" she yelled at me, throwing her hands up, crying all the tears from her body. "Falling in love with him wasn't a part of the damn plan, but I did, and he didn't."

"If you both aren't together, then why does he even think you can be pregnant with his baby?" I asked, frowning, wiping the tears under my eyes.

"Because we had sex, what do you think?" she asked me with an attitude, laughing sarcastically through her tears.

"Don't even talk to me with that attitude, or you'll regret it," I said in her face through gritted teeth. "So you're what? Fuck buddies?"

"No. We had sex once, that's all. It was just the day after you guys met at Ryan's funerals. He then admitted that he did that because he needed to move on just like you did. He tried, and still is trying to fall in love with me because he wants you out of his head, but I know he won't ever be able to forget about you. Eveytime he talks about you, he has this sparkle in his eyes. I needed to give him a reason to just stay with me."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe this entire situation was happening. I came here at Neverland in one and only goal: finding my friend back, and tell him I'll deal with him being married and expecting a baby. Then, after what Jessica told me, I realized that he wasn't even really married, and that he wasn't going to be a daddy. I know I should have been happy, but I couldn't. I couldn't because I knew Michael was going to be devastated. Maybe he wasn't in love with Jessica, but he would have loved this baby with all his soul, because that's just how he is.

"Don't speak for him," I said, pointing a threatening finger in her face, "and don't make this all about him and I. This is all about you and breaking his heart by lying to him!"

"He can't know! If he knows I'll lose him forever, and I can't lose him," she cried even more. "Please. Don't say anything to him."

"Are you serious right now?" I asked her, anger boiling in me. "You really think he wouldn't have noticed on the ninth month of your 'pregnancy' when you'd come out of the OR without a baby?" I asked the damn woman in disbelief, air quoting the  pregnancy word.

"I have everything planned. Michael is going to have his baby girl, so don't tell him, please. I'm begging you, June."

"Don't even say my name," I said, holding a hand in front of her face. "And you have everything planned? How?"

"A friend of mine. She's five months pregnant and she doesn't want her baby, so she said I could have it."

"What the fuck?" I yelled, shocked. "She wants to give you her baby? What the fuck is wrong with you people?" I brushed my hands over my face in complete disbelief. "You're crazy. You need help."

"I'm not! I'm just in love with Michael, and I know I acted stupid, but I acted out of love!"

"That makes two of us, but we really have a different way to show him we love him," I paused a few seconds and met the woman's stare, "Damn, I hate you. I've never hated someone as much as I hate you, not even Frank."

"June, please," she begged. "I can give you money, but please don't say anything."

"I said... Don't say my fucking name!"

I tried my best to breathe in and breathe out in order to calm my nerves and try not to beat the bitch's ass, but I miserably failed. I lifted her soaking t-shirt once again, and shook my head in complete loss of words. Seeing her crying like she was the victim in this situation pissed me off at a point where I couldn't help myself and smacked her in the face yet another time. I tackled her on the floor, and kept smacking her in the face while I was straddling her. I didn't acknoledge the knee kicks she was giving me in my back, because I had so much adrenaline in my body that I barely felt them. I was blinded with hate, and all I could think about was making this horrible person pay for what she did to the man I love, the man that saved her life by giving her a health insurance, the most wonderful man I ever met in my entire life.

As I was wrestling with Jessica on the floor, we heard footsteps coming from the hallway towards the bedroom, but I didn't stop what I was doing and just ignored them. Next thing I knew, Pit was screaming my name, trying to pull me away from Jessica.

"June! You're going to kill the baby!" Pit tried to reason me, holding me tight from behind.

"There's no baby! The bitch faked it all! Let me go!" I shouted, tears still streaming down my face.

"You're crazy! Of crouse she's pregnant, now stop it!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked him. "Let me go, and I'll prove you wrong. Or maybe the principal intrested would like to show him by herself?" I asked, looking down at Jessica who was trying to get back on her feet.

"Go to hell," she mumbled, wiping her now bleeding lip. "You're a liar."

I stopped trying to get out from Pit's hold, and tried to gain my composure back, "Pit," I said, out of breath, "Did I ever lie to you?"

He let me down, and I turned aroud to look at him, "No," he breathed.

"See that thing on the floor?" I asked, nodding towards the fake belly on the floor. "This is called a fake pregnant belly, and that's what that witch used to make Michael believe she was pregnant so he keep her ass after the contract is over."

"What contract?" he asked, frowning. He was visibly confused by the look on his face. "I don't get a thing you're saying."

"Michael married her ass so she can have a proper health insurance to pay the hospital bills for her sick son. They signed a contract agreeing on being married for two years so she can be back on her feet. They happened to sleep together one day, and so she faked to be pregnant so he's kind of obliged to keep her as his wife after the contract is over," I calmly explained to him.

"That's some bullshit! She's lying, she's completely out of her damn mind!" Jessica yelled behind me.

"Oh my God," Pit mumbled, shocked. "Michael..."

"I know," I said, another lump forming in my throat at the thought of Michael's reaction. "Where is he?"

"Here."

We quickly turned our heads towards the door to see a confused Michael in the doorframe. He was soaking wet as well, and he was looking down at the floor, not wanting to make eye-contact with any of us in the room.

"Michael–," Jessica began, but he held a hand up, motionning her to stop talking.

"I don't want to hear a single word coming out of your mouth," he told her in a sad voice.

"But we need to talk about this!" Jessica argued back.

"I heard enough."

"What did you hear?" Jessica asked him, panicked.

"Everything since Pit got here. How could you do this to me?" he asked, walking further in the room. "How can you claim to love me, and lie to my face like this? To my family's face?" he had tears streaming down his face at that point, and this sight allowed mine to fall from my eyes again.

"I love you Michael, and I know you don't! I needed a plan to make you love me, but even having a baby didn't make you love me, but it was too late. I was lost, and I know I acted sutpidily!"

"We're going to leave you two alone," Pit said, taking my hand in his, leading me to the door.

When we walked past Michael, he didn't even look at me, nor Pit. He just kept his eyes glued to the floor. I wanted to stay here and show him my support, but I knew Pit was right, that we needed to let the two of them alone so they talk about it. I was afraid of how Michael would react to all of this, but I knew I needed to let him take care of his own buisness.

And his buisness' name was Jessica.

Michael's point of view

All the information I heard needed to sink in. There was never a baby in there, I'm not going to be a daddy. Jessica betrayed me. Thinking that, during all this time, I tired my best not to make a fool of her. Sure I did some mistakes, but those mistakes won't ever be as twice as worse as what she did to me. She made me think for months that I'd finally be a father, and I was happy about all of this, and tried hard to love her so we can raise our baby in the love of a united finally. Imagine my state of mind when I learned that all of this was just a masquerade.

"Take it off," I spoke, looking at Jessica's belly.

"What? Michael, please don't –"

"Take the damn thing off," I repeated, now looking at her in those guilt-filled eyes of hers.

When I finally looked at her in the eyes, I noticed her bottom lip was bleeding, and the thought of June defending me from Jessica warmed up my heart a bit, even though I'm totally against any form of violence. I'm normally a peaceful and forgiving person, but I couldn't forgive Jessica for what she did to me. When June and I were a couple, she did hurt me for sure, but she never hurt me as much as Jessica hurt me at this particular moment, while her and I weren't even an item.

Jessica cried even more, and finally but hesitantly lifted her shirt up and took the thing off of her body. When I saw it, everything finally sank in: I had the proof before my eyes that the baby I loved was never here. I was loving a thing that was never here, and thinking about this had me break down crying in front of Jessica. I felt my knees not being able to support my weight anymore, and collapsed on the floor. My face in my hands, I cried all the tears I had in me.

"Everything makes sense now," I said to myself, and then look at Jessica in the eyes. "That's why you didn't let me touch you or come near you, that's why you never let me come to see the doctor with you," I paused for a second, and shook my head, looking at the ground again. "How stupid I was to believe everything you told me. I never thought you'd be able to do something like this to me. Never," I declared, sniffling. "Why?" I asked, adressing Jessica, the world, and even God. "Why me? What did I do to deserve such a thing?"

"Michael, please stop," Jessica said, kneeling in front of me. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't think."

"You made me love something that didn't even exist! It's like I lost my baby, while it wasn't even here! What kind of person are you to do this to me?" I cried, looking at Jessica.

"Michael, I love you! I just wanted you to love me back. I wanted to have more time to make you love me before the contract ends. I didn't think! Please forgive me. I swear I will make it up to you, I –"

"Make it up to me? You speak like it's no big deal!" I yelled at her, the tears never stopped from falling from my eyes. "What was your plan when your due time would be there, huh? Did you at least think about it?"

"Yes," she said, burrying her face in her hands, crying more. "A friend of mine is pregnant with a baby she doesn't want. She's ready to give it to us. We can still be parents!"

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "Are you out of your damn mind? You wanted to take the baby of someone else and make me believe it was mine?"

She stayed quiet, so I guessed it was really what she was planning on doing.

"I want you out of this house and I want you out of my life," I said, standing on my feet again, still sobbing.

"Michael, wait! Please, don't leave me, I need you!"

"Go get your son, and leave. Fast. I don't want you here," I spoke in a low voice.

Jessica stood up as well, and looked at me with sadness in her eyes, "I'm so sorry," she murmured before leaving the bedroom.

I followed behind her, and stopped at the nearest window, which gave onto the front of the house. I could see my family in the distance, and I was relieved they didn't hear all of this. I knew I needed to tell them, I knew I had to find the strength to tell them all what happened with Jessica. I felt drained from every ounce of happiness I had. I felt like I died inside, just like I felt my baby died while it didn't even existed. How can someone sane do this to someone they claim to love? I couldn't understand, and I probably won't ever understand. The tears wouldn't stop falling from my eyes, and I didn't even try to stop them. I needed to let everything out. Eveything I kept locked deep inside of me that was silently hurting me: my untold love for June, my needs to have her beside me knowing I couldn't, my love for a baby that never existed, my insecurities about my physical appearance, my loneliness... All of that. All of those things that my already broken heart couldn't bear anymore. I thought I had Jessica figured out, I thought she was really this sweet girl I loved to talk to and share my biggest secret with, the girl that made me laugh and smile when I was feeling blue and sad... But she just turned out to be evil. I didn't know her. I guess I only knew one part of her.

A few minutes passed until I saw Jessica hopping into her car with Josh, and leaving the property. I was sad I didn't get to say goodbye to Josh, and tell him that things between him and I wouldn't change a bit, that I won't stop checking up on him just because his mother was a horrible person with me. I had no idea if he knew his mother wasn't really pregnant, but all I was sure about was that, wether he knew or not, he wouldn't have the best role model to follow.

After some time, I decided to come downstairs, where I was greeted by Pit and Bill, a sympathetic look on their faces.

"Is there anything we can do for you, Michael?" Bill asked me, patting my shoulder gently.

"Where's June?" I asked the both of them.

"I think she's out there with your family. She's quite shaken up," Pit said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Michael. Really."

"I'll be fine," I said, wipping my eyes and my tears stained cheeks.

I headed outside, and walked back to where my family was when I left them earlier. A knot was forming in my stomach while on my way there, while tears threatened to fall from my eyes again. I thought them back, trying to be strong. I knew I had to tell my family about this all, and just the thought of it made me wince in pain. My heart was broken, my life seemed to completely fall appart, but at the second I saw June hugging my mother and father, I knew things would be alright. I was an idiot with her, just like I was an idiot not to see Jessica was lying to my face.

When I approched my family, Janet spotted me, and ran towards me.

"Hey, what were you doing? Trying to think of a plan to get us?" she asked, laughing, but as soon as she noticed the look on my face, her laughter died down, and she looked at me dead serious. "Mike, what's going on?"

My eyes were glued on June's back, talking to my parents, "I need to talk to all of you."

"What's going on?" she asked again, patting my shoulder. "You've been crying, I can see it."

"Bring everyone together in the house, please Dunk," I asked my little sister.

This was going to be tough.

Happy Birthday to myself.

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Hey guys! 

So I've been updating quite frequently since I last told you that it would be hard for me to update on a regular basis, but it looks like I can do it! However, college starts again on Monday, so we'll see how things are going with classes and my other book on the way. I really hope you liked this past chapters, 'cause I try to make them better and better all the time. There will be a "(Un)Happy Birthday" part three that I'll try to update before Monday, until then; THANK YOU ALL FOR READING, COMMENTING, AND VOTING AND I LOVE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

Julie