Faith's POV

"Really!?... of course i'll do it!" I hear my mom excitedly say to someone one the phone. "I'll call you back" she quickly says hanging up when she sees me.

"Hey, your awake!" She smiles, putting her phone in her pocket. "Who was that?" I ask "just the producer asking me to report on a story"

"Your not leaving me here alone are you?" I say nervously "sweetie, you'll be fine and..."

"Can't I come with you?" I cut her off and she shakes her head. "I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to stay here. You don't want to risk the people stalking getting you do you?" She says softly and I shake my head nervously. "But, I'll be with you and..."

"And people are also still talking about what Michael said in that interview and if they see you they'd go crazy trying to get your side things"

"So what? I'll have to see them eventually" I shrug. "I know sweetie, but people are still saying a lot of nasty things about you and if they found out something did happen between the two of you it'll be even worst"

"So I should just hide in here forever?" I frown "of course not. Just until the baby's born. If people find out your pregnant with Michael's baby you'll never live it down. So once the baby's born and adopted out we can go back to how things were" she smiles, reassuringly. "I never said I was gonna..."

"It's for the best sweetie. Trust me" she cuts me off. "You wouldn't be able to take care of a baby and especially this one. With you and Michael being related who knows what problems that kid will have and you really don't need the stress of all that. "

"Why are you so sure they'll be a problem with our baby?" I frown annoyed by her comments. "You and Michael share the same DNA of course they'll be problems and it's not like Michael's gonna be around to help you. He disappeared the first chance he got. Trust me on this. Adoption is for the best " she says casually and leaves the room to call back whoever she was talking to before I came in.

I understand why my mom thinks I should put the baby up for adoption, but this is my baby and my body and whatever I decide is my choice nobody else's. if Michael doesn't want to be apart of this baby's life then I'm not going to force him.

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After my mom leaves for the studio I start thinking more about what my mom said and also about Michael. I haven't seen the interview Michael did, because my mum still refuses to put the internet and cable back because of the nasty things people have been saying about me, but mainly so the people that are after me don't contact me through any kind of social media and stuff and I understand her looking out for me, but I'm going to be 18 in a few days and she can't shield me from everything.

I was telling the truth when I told Joseph, Michael hadn't contacted me and that I don't know where he could have gone and I am worried about Michael because it's strange that he's just disappeared the way that he did.

I'm in the kitchen fixing myself some breakfast and when I reach into the cupboard to take out the cereal, I see something at the back and frown confused seeing my phone. I've been looking for it for days and it weird that I would have put it in there of all places.

I switch it on and see I have a whole bunch of messages, mainly from Kylee and I'm about to read the first one when I hear a noise from outside. It's raining and really windy outside and it was probably nothing, but with what my mom told me about those people and the fact that I'm alone in the house makes it even more creepy and really freaked me out.

I called my mom and it goes straight to voicemail so I leave her a message.

"Mom I know your working but I'm really freaking out. I can hear something outside. I think it's them. Please come home" I sob shakily down the phone and there's a knock at the front door that makes me jump and scream slightly and I hang up the phone and quickly rush towards the back door.

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Julie's POV

"How many times do I have to tell that woman? Filtered water with four ice cubes not three" I roll my eyes at Debbie, who's a good friend of mine and who will be working on the show with me today.

"I know what you mean. I fired my last assistant. Its not like they have difficult jobs" she chuckles. "Well I'm gonna fire her if she tries to question me again"

"About what?"

"Just stupid stuff. I'm so sick of people doing that today. You know Steve was asking me why Faith doesn't come to the studio with me anymore? Like it's his buisness"

"I thought that would be pretty obvious why she wasn't here" she chuckles "I know right? I still can't believe that freak did that!"

"Probably for the publicity. You know what celebs like him are like" she shrugs. "I know but to say that your attracted to your own neice?" I scrunch my face. "That was pretty messed up. What did Faith say when she found out?"

"She thought it was just as fucked up as I did. Can you imagine if She actually like him back?" I chuckle slightly under my breath. "I know. It's bad enough she's even sharing the same gene. I still can't believe you hid that from me all these years"

"Well it's not my proudest moment. Still luckily she doesn't look like any of them. Poor girl has enough problems with her looks without looking like them especially when that lupus thing flares up. And let's face it, even without that weird skin problem she gets on her face, Faith's not exactly the prettiest of girls" I shrug. "She does have a nice skin tone though" Debbie shrugs. "I never would have guessed she was part black though. More slightly tanned"

"Well she has me to thank for that one"

"What do you mean?" She frowns confused. "When Faith was born She was black as hell, but luckily that was before I went on that teen mom show"

"Faith looked black!? Really!?" She widens her eyes surprised "mhm"

"So how did you get her skin so light?"

"I just used some different creams. You know the ones that lighten your skin?"

"You bleached her skin!? Didn't Faith notice?" She frowns confused. "She was only a few weeks old and there's no pictures of her from before then" I shrug. "Can you put that stuff on babies?"

"Sure! It never caused her any problems. Plus could you imagine if I'd gone on the show with a white husband and a black baby?" I chuckle "that's true" she chuckles back.

"shows starting in five girls!" The shows director shouts from behind the door and the two of us start getting ready to leave "we keep what I just said between us ok?" I turn to Debbie and she nods "of course! You know you can trust me" she smiles and I smile back as we leave the room.

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Faith's POV

"Faith!?" Stacy from the sound crew gasps seeing me walking down the hallway. "What are you doing here?" She smiles giving me a hug. "My mom's working here today and I thought I'd surprise her" I lie not wanting to go into detail or look childish by telling her that I was just scared to be alone in my house.

"Well your mom's just gone on set"

"That's ok. I'll just come hang out with you until she's done...  if that's ok?"

"Of course you can! I'll show you how everything works" she smiles "Sure" I smile back following her into the sound room.

*
"So this button turns their mics on?"

"Mhm"

"And what about this?" I point "that one does a voice over"

"So if that's on. They can here us?"

"Mhm.. but don't worry it's switched off right now" Stacy reassures me and I nod. "So.. um.. about that interview Michael did" she mumbles. "I haven't seen it" I shrug "Really!?" She widens her eyes. "I've heard about it, but that's it"

She's about to speak, but I cut her off, seeing my mom and her friend going on set. "Showtime!" Stay says in a goofy tone, making me giggle and switches on their mics.

"So how do you feel about that? What Michael said?" Stacy asks as I'm watching the screen. "Would you?" She asks "you don't think that's kinda weird?" I ask
"Hell no! Uncle or not if Michael Jackson! Went on tv and declared his love for me. I'd be banging him like crazy!" She chuckles making me do the same then I turn back to the monitor watching my mom. "Sooo... would you?" Stacy asks "honestly?" I raise an eyebrow and she nods and I shrug not giving her an answer and smirk at her reaction. "C'Mon. You can tell me. I'll take it to the grave I swear" she pleads for an answer "yes or no that all you have to say"

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Julie's POV

The show has started and Debbie and I are discussing the latest celebrity gossip which is (shockingly) about Madonna.

"I have to say it's absolutely shocking even for her!" Debbie says shaking her head. "I absolutely agree 100% and as a mother myself I would never allow my daughter to drink alcohol or have a boyfriend sleep over" I shake my head. "I'm not a mother myself, but I couldn't imagine letting my 16 year old do half the things that woman allows her's to do" Debbie shakes her head at the thought. "I guess some people aren't ready to be parents. If their not prepared to raise their children properly then they shouldn't be having them. My daughter wouldn't dream of doing those things because I've always made sure I set a good and wholesome example and raised my daughter with love and.."

I'm cut off mid sentence by the sound of canned laughter comming through from the sound room. "Very... funny... Stacy" I frown annoyed knowing it's obviously her, then turn back to the audience and smile. "As I was saying.. I think it's very important to bring up a child with love and teach them to love themselves and respect themself and I've always made sure my daughter felt loved and..."

"When Faith was born She was black as hell. but luckily that was before I went on that teen mom show"

"You bleached her skin!?"

We hear loudly over the set and the whole audience gasps.

"That um... that's obviously not me talking" I say awkwardly to the audience who are now staring at me in silence. Im about to speak and again I'm cut off.

"let's face it, even without that weird skin problem she gets on her face, Faith's not exactly the prettiest of girls"

Can you put that stuff on babies?"

"Sure! It never caused her any problems. Plus could you imagine if I'd gone on the show with a white husband and a black baby?"

*
"What the fuck what that!? How dare you!" I scream at Stacy storming into the sound room. "Nothing to do with me" she shrugs. "Well I don't see anybody else here" I frown "because they left"

"Who!?"

"They didn't say their name... sorry" she shrugs and turns her nose up at me. I'm about to speak when a security guard comes over. "Mrs Owen's. I've been asked to escort you from the building"

"What!? I work here! You can't..."

"Not anymore" he shrugs coldly and walks me out of the building.

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After being humiliated on live TV and then walked out of the building with everyone staring at me I make my way home. luckily Faith wouldn't have seen that since I turned off the cable and internet.

I get home and call for Faith, but she doesn't answer. I go upstairs and she's not there and I start to feel nervous that she could have found out somehow.

I take out my cell and see I have a voicemail.

"Mom I know your working but I'm really freaking out. I can hear something outside. I think it's them. Please come home"

Faith sobs in her message then I hear her scream and the phone cuts off.

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"It's been eight hours! People don't just vanish!" I say shakily to the officer.

"Ma'am we're doing all we can. We've checked the entire house and there's no sign of forced entry we've spoken to her friend's, her father and other family members and nobody has seen or heard any..."

"He must have taken her again! Michael! He did it before an..."

"We've already been there and his staff said they haven't seen Michael or Faith and we've looked all over his house and.."

"Well he must have taken her somewhere! You need to find him and lock him up"

"We have no proof Mr Jackson has been anywhere near your home or your daughter. We can't just arrest people and as for what happened last time Faith claims she went to his house willingly and.."

"That's bullshit!" I cut him off "if he's not taken her then who has!? You heard that message. Somebody was in this house and they've kidnapped my daughter!" I snap shakily. "We will find your daughter" he tries to reassure me. "You've been saying that for eight hours! Please? Will you just find my daughter" I croak and begin sobbing.