today im going to take Layni out of the hospital. i swear if my brother lays hands on her again and gets her in a coma, he is going to regret it! the nurse walks and says ''ms.combs have mr.jackson sign these papers so you can get out ok'' ''ok, mam'' the nurse hands me the papers and DAMN! there is alot of paperwork. there was 3 pages. i had to ask her a few of the stuff, i know i have known her since we were 8 years old but still, i dont know if she is virgin, pregnaut, in a relationship, or if she cuts her wrists. she says no to everyone. but i dont know if she is lying or not. (15 minutes later) i finished the paperwork, and i hand it the nurse in the front. i walk back to the room and grab layni's hand but i see cuts on her wrist and they werent there eariler. ''Layni did you cut yourself'' ''yes i cant handle this anymore, my boyfriend who is my ex to me rapes me, your brother tried to rape me, i almost died because of YOUR brother, my dad is in a coma, my mom is in jail, and i am alone'' ''you are not alone, i am here with you'' ''michael is that a new song'' ''no i just thought of it, i like that maybe on my next album i will put it on it'' ''michael what are you doing'' she sees me playing with her hair, and she kinda smiles. ''im not going to rape you, that needs to et out of your hair, if i had sex with you it would be only if you want me to'' ''michael, that isnt it'' ''oh''

~layni pov~
(3 hours later)

michael and i arrived at his house in neverland because i was at a hospital in LA just very far away from his house. i get out and michael helps me as i limp. i walk in his house and i turn on the news and there is something i never wanted to hear ''59 year old John Combs dies due to a coma that wasnt safe'' i turn the tv off when michael walks in and he says ''everything alright'' ''yeah nothing is wrong'' i walk out of the room and go to the bathroom and i grab me a wash rag and wet it and i put it over my face. i walk downstairs, and i see michael and he says ''there is something up with you and i dont know what it is but i know something is wrong'' ''ok there is something wrong'' ''tell me'' ''i cant say it, i-i-its hard'' ''just tell me i will hold you'' he sits on the couch and i sit on his lap and i say ''on the news they said my father died'' ''what that hard'' ''...'' i start to stare off at space and say to my self ''why? why? why did he leave me''