Michaels POV

Me and Layla walked out of suite and approached the elevator. We linked arm and arm contented with the way our day is going to go.

I was about to speak up until the sound of the elevator opening interrupted me.

I looked over at Layla and she had a strange look on her face. She intensely stared at the folk in the elevator.

We stepped back and let the two people out.

That lady looks quite familiar.

"Mom?" I heard Layla say.

Aha.

"Mom? I thought you went to breakfast? What are you doing?" She asked her.

I just stood back and watched the whole conversation take place.

Layla's POV

I closely scrutinized my mom and the man beside her. I know this man but I can't put my finger on it.

"Wait," I said; tapping my chin. "Are you the taxi man who wanted my mom's number?"

He looked up from the floor and spoke up "Yes. Me and your mom had breakfast."

"And it looks like you're going to breakfast with him." She pointed to Michael.

"Okay, well you and," I paused. "What's your name?"

"Freddy," he greeted. "Freddy Brown." He put his hand out to shake it.

I shook his hand and smiled.

"Well you and Freddy, better not have too much fun." I teased, pointing at them.

"Alright Layla, but who is he?" She quizzed.

"Well, this," I pointed to Michael. "This is Bonsworth Fangsley." I told them.

My mom began to snicker as did Freddy. Hell I even snickered too.

I couldn't tell them his real name. Michael looked at me and raised his eyebrows giving me a that was all you got look.

Oops.

"Nice to meet you Bonsworth!" My mom said, winking.

Um?

"Hello there Mr. Fangsley" Freddy said, suppressing his giggles.

"Hey y'all." He said; non enthusiastically.

I laughed slightly at him and walked towards the elevator.

"Y'all have fun. Nakupena mama." I waved to her.

"I love you too baby. Tell me about your day when you get home."

I nodded and went in the elevator. Michael followed and I watched as the elevator closed. I pressed the lobby button and sat back.

I looked over at a pouting Michael.

"Mike? Hey? What's up?" I nudged him.

"Bonsworth?" He scoffed. "You made me look like a looser."

"You're an adorable looser!" I smiled.

He gave in sighing. "Okay."

The elevators opened and closed when we got out. We slowly walked to the exit. When I pressed the glass doors open, I was greeted with bright and sunny rays of heat, bright blue skies, and abstract clouds.

"How beautiful." I gasped, looking around.

Michael had his mouth agape by the wonderful sunny day provided by God.

"It's a sight. I thank God everyday for being able to witness nice days like these." He started. "And people to enjoy them with." He told me.

"I know." I sighed. "Well Mike, let's stop fangirling and pick a cab."

He nodded and we walked over to the taxi in the front.

Michael held the door open for me and I smiled.

"Dork." I teased.

"Only for you, and God of course." He winked.

We plopped on the cold leather seats and closed the door shut.

"Where to Miss?" The driver asked me, looking in the rear view mirror.

"Take me to the nearest KFC please." I told him.

"Alright ma'am." He nodded.

The car began to rev up and the car began to turn off the curb.

I sat back and sighed. Cold winds from the A/C chilled my skin, causing the hairs on my arms to rise.

I looked out of the window observing my surroundings.

I really don't trust taxis.

I guess Michael saw my mood change and shook my shoulder. "You alright Layla?"

I shook my self mentally from my muse and spoke up. "Yeah, I'm good. I'm great. Why?"

"You look shooken up." He raised an eyebrow.

"Nah," I waved my hands. "I'm fine."

He surrendered and sat back at his seat, admiring the nature through the windows.

Sometimes I forget that I killed 3 people yesterday. I didn't really have time to process it all.

I murdered kin, I stole money, I almost got raped, I moved to America, and I met Michael Jackson.

That's a lot of shit to take in.

I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes.

After a few minutes alone with my thoughts, I felt the car come to halt. I looked around and we were in a KFC parking lot.

"Your fare is $12.78 ma'am." He told me.

I frantically rushed into my purse. I looked over at Michael who already had his credit card out.

"Beat ya!" He smirked.

"You always trying compete with Me." I laughed, shaking my head.

He giggled, and swiped his card.

The machine let out a ding, letting us know his credit card wasn't rejected.

Why would it be?

Michael said his thank you's as did I, then stepped out the car. He held it open for me.

I rushed in my purse pulling out 27$.

"Here's your tip sir." I said smiling.

His saddened and annoyed face, began to glow with joy.

"Thank you so much ma'am." He smiled.

I smiled back and stepped out the car.

Once I shut it, he sped away; honking his horn at us.

We waved and walked towards the entrance of the KFC.

"That was really nice Lays." He breathed, smiling.

We stopped right in front of the doors of the eatery. "In Africa, I was always down in the dirt. Food and clothing was scarce. Now that I have an opportunity to help others, why wouldn't I take the chance?" I said honestly.

Michaels face went from excitement to sympathetic. "I'm so sorry."

"Stop taking people's burdens on yourself if it's not your fault." I scolded.

"I know, I ju-." He started.

I put my hand on his soft, tender lips and hushed him up. "Michael, hush. Let's get chicken okay?"

He nodded excitedly and we opened the glass doors.

I've never been in a KFC so this should be interesting.

As I walked further into the restaurant, I saw the same dreaded line, like the one at the airport.

There wasn't even a long line like this at the Cajun eatery.

I treaded behind Michael and stood behind these steel bars.

I looked up at Michael who was staring down the menu.

I shook my head giggling and continued to watch the line shrink.

Bzz! Bzz!

I grabbed my fancy fangled phone Bill gave me when Michael was complaining about his butt.

Good times.

It was yesterday but still.

I slid the swiper thing on my phone and pressed this mail emoticon.

I looked at my glistening screen to find an anonymous email. I scrunched my eyebrows at the sight of this.

Who is this person.

With a bit of reluctance, I opened the email.

Hello Layla! It's Us. Well we are keeping a close eye on you. Mr.Charles Hendrix will be joining the Ganja Gang again. You're own kin will watch you fall to your bloody demise.

P.S: We're back.
-Anonymous

My face turned white and and legs began to wobble. I fell to the ground and cried in my palms.

Michael whipped his head towards me knelt down to my level.

"Layla! What's up? Wanna leave?"

I nodded, whipping the tears spooling down my face.

Michael

I watched as Layla sobbed on the floor. I felt helpless.

And worse, I didn't get my chicken.

Now is not the time Michael.

I pulled her up by her arms and she stood up. She wiped her tear stained face, then walked out of the restaurant.

I sighed exhausted, and called bill; asking him to bring a regular car.

"Thanks bill." I told him.

"No problem man."

I hung up the phone and exhaled loudly.

I'm no expert but I think she's on her monthly.

I followed her trail, and soon after my Volkswagen pulled up.

I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

We walked into the car and closed it. I pulled Layla close to my body and played with her hair.

She began to un-tense herself and lay down on my shoulder; sniffling.

"Layla, what's wrong?" I asked, looking down at her.

She sat up and looked unrecognizable. Her eyes were bloodshot red.

She looked deep into my soul before speaking up. "They're watching Michael. They're watching." She simply said before resting on my shoulder again.

I scrunched my face up in complete confusion.

Who are they?

I updated twice today like said. Thanks so much for all those votes, and comments y'all left. You guys mean a lot to me. I wish this chapter could be longer but I'm tired.

Goodnight y'all
~Kenny