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Graphic scene of violence - I recommend the reader to be 18+ to read further

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A year has passed since that day. That day where we said goodbye. I'd never in my wildest thought that I would ever meet him, or at least get to set him free.

I had quit being a ghosthunter, and focused on creating music for my fans. I always express my thoughts and feeling through music, and after that day I simply couldn't continue for a good while. I wrote a lot of new songs, some of them about him, some of them about the loss of a loved one. The worst part of it all, is the fact that i didn't really know him, but it was as if i could read his soul through his eyes. We had a connection as if we had met in another life.

I got asked many questions the following weeks from multiple reporters. It's like everytime that name pops up, the media go crazy and packs their brains in the trunk of their car.

"Justine, did you meet him?"

"Justine Skye, was he with a child?"

"Justine, what color was his skin?"

I never told a soul about the meeting, nor' what actually happened, not even my own mother. I've wanted to contact the Jackson family to tell them that their late son, brother, cousin and father has found peace, but in the end I've always talked myself from it. Why should they believe me? On top of that, there's no reason to step in their loss, just like there is no reason to step in my own, by the mention of his name.

I am walking home from the studio, when I see a paparazzi van coming towards me. I start running as i pull my hoodie over my head. I run though the buildings and ends in an alley with a dead end. I hide behind the big trash disposal, as i see the van drive by. They've lost me.

I start getting up as i hear footsteps behind me. I quickly turn around as I see 2 guys in black hoodies, and baggy pants.

"What are you doing out here baby girl? Isn't it over your bedtime?"

The guy on the left ask calmly, as he moves closer to me. I try to take a step back, but end up having my back against the container. Im trapped.

"Bro don't you think she's a present for us? I mean we never get any ladies out here with that kind of shape."

I can feel the other guy's hungry eyes staring at me, looking me up and down like i was a piece of meat. I defenitly should've worn other clothes or at least taken the car.

They move closer to me, so close that there's only thee feet between us.

"You know it is pretty rude not to answer, when you're asked a question."

The calm guy, states with a more hissing in his voice. If i let them get any closer it's over for me, so i take this as my shot to push myself off the trashdisposal and make a run for it. As soon as i move my feet the other guy grabs my arms and pushes me against the trash container again, now with so little space that i could feel his breath on my face. He is standing so close it's sickening. I try to kick him in the holy area, but fail as he blocks my legs. I am completely locked in his grasp. I look to my right, not wanting to look at them.

"Where do you think you're going? We were having a conversation?" i Keep quiet, not wanting to give them the satisfaction.

"She smells so nice!" He says desturbingly as he smells my hair.

"Look, baby girl, we are not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate, deal?" I continued to struggle in his grasp, not looking at either of them.

"Well you are making it rather hard for us not to hurt you when you keep struggeling."

The calm guy slaps me across the face, and grab me by my wrists. i get thrown off a bit from the slap, andd somehow he got my arms behind my back and has me bend over the trash disposal. I felt i needed to fight against the two guys as they pulled down my shorts and panties. I tried to kick them, but with no luck. The calm guy was keeping my back down as he got ready, while the other guy was holding my arms and legs in place. I felt resignedly. as if everything didn't matter. Either way, I am going to die from this. Either psysically or mentally. I am helpless.

"Oh baby girl i hope you are ready for whats to come. You are like an angel sent from heaven." He says as i hear his pants unbuckle from the belt. I just close my eyes and pray for this to end.

"Ugh, I'm so ready for you baby girl, here i come-"

As soon as i felt the push, i skreamed out -

"MICHAEL"

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I am so very sorry this is such  a dark chapter, but i believe you're going to love what comes next. But who knows what will happen? ;)

Moni*