I sigh, standing at my mothers door, trying to mentally prepare myself for my mothers sadness. Michael stands next to me, squeezing my hand tightly. My mother opens the door and welcomes me inside with a hug. "Hi mom..." I say somberly. She gives Michael a hug as well as we walk in. I sit on the couch and look at her coffee table, covered in old pictures of her and my dad. I still don't believe this is real. "I was just here going through old pictures to put in his program. I found a really good one." She hands me a photo of my father and I when I was about 5. My hair in two curly pigtails and a huge smile on my face. He held me close as he looked as if he was passing me a microphone. I smile at the picture stifling my sadness. "You said he left a note?" I ask. My mother looks through an envelope and passed me a folded piece of paper. "He left a considerable amount of words for you Jay." My mom adds. I begin to read the note out loud.

"I haven't been the best. I left my mark, but there is nothing here anymore for me. I finally give up. How can anyone love an old soul singer that's hooked on drugs like me? To my ex wife, you gave me all the love you could. You stood by me when life got bad and took on the struggles with me. You are amazing and I thank you. You gave me a beautiful daughter with an amazing talent, that she is sharing with the entire world. Please tell her, I loved her. My words may not express how I feel, but I could never be more proud. My heart is tough. I never wanted her to hate me...just learn from my mistakes. I hope she can tell my Grand daughter about me. I want her to remember the good things we did. I hope that she will continue my legacy and build her own into an empire that can prosper for generations to come. My resentment to her was more for myself. Tell her I am sorry and I hope she can forgive me. Once my dream died I lost my belief. My life on earth was not a great one. I did things I'm not proud of and said things to people I shouldn't have. But know that it ends today. I love you Angel,Mary, and Jayla."

I let out a gasp of emotions. My father loved me. "Are you ok?" Michael asks softly, his arm holding me close. Every time I tried to breathe my chest felt more closed in. "Jay?" I hear Michael ask again, though slightly more faint. I feel my stomach get weaker and my vision began to blur. "Jayla?!" My mother yells. My hearing vanishes and my eyesight is darkened as my body goes limp.

"We are standing outside the hospital that Jayla Pearson is inside of. No one is sure of her condition at this moment. Fans have begun gathering outside with flowers and gifts. Some crying, others praying, and some just here to show support."

I hear a television blare as I wake up in a cold sweat. I blink my eyes to adjust to the hospital lights. I look around the cold room grabbing the blanket closer to me. My head was aching and my mouth was dry. I see Michael walk back inside. "You're awake." He sighs with relief. He sits next to me moving my hair to kiss my forehead. "Thank God." He adds. I lean back on my pillow putting my hand over my eyes. "What happened?" I ask groggily. "You passed out." He answers "We were at your moms, remember?" I nod my head slowly. "Maybe I should've waited until tomorrow to go to moms." I shake my head. Michael strokes my head. "I'm so glad you're alright. You scared me half to death." "I know I'm sorry. Where's mom?" I ask. "Your mother is in the lobby waiting for you to wake up. I'll go get her." He gets up. "No. Mike...don't leave. Can you lay with me.." I whine. My emotions were higher than usual. All I wanted was his arms around me. I needed him. Michael crawled into my hospital bed and put his arms around me bring my head closer into his chest and rubbed my head. He softly kisses my temple, resting his chin on my head. "Don't ever do this to me again" he mumbles.

After two days in the hospital, I was welcomed back into Neverland by get well soon cards from Prince, Paris and a lot of fans. I wish I could thank everyone individually but I couldn't, I had to face my problem with my fathers death. I sat on Michael's bed with my pen and pad, as Michael sat next to me reading. "I just cannot think of anything nice to say about this man!" I exclaim tossing my pen angrily. Michael looks over at me out the corner of his eye. "I sit here and think and think of something...I can't. He was not a nice man at all and everybody knows it!" I rant to myself. "Mike....help." I whine as I dramatically lay my head into his lap on top of his book. He giggles and shakes his head "I've got nothing." He says placing the book back in front of my face. I scrunch my face and lift up the book. "What do you mean you've got nothing?" I sit on my knees facing Michael. "I can't help you with this one. I didn't know your father, from what you told me he was never a nice man. I only know him as Jackie Wilson's background singer turned solo artist." He shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you babe. Tell the truth I guess." I pout at Michael and sulk back in my spot, crossing my arms. I feel him sneak a hand around my back and tickle me. "No!" I laugh. He manages to push me on my back and lay in between my legs. "Mike, I've gotta figure out what I wanna say!" I laugh out still pushing his arms from tickling me. "Stop pouting!" He laughs, blowing raspberries in my neck. I continue to laugh until he stops and leans his forehead into mine with a smile, his eyes meeting mine. "Just go with what your heart says baby. You will figure it out. Don't stress over it ok?" He kisses me and sits up to read his book with a slight smirk on his face. I lay there in awe of him, rolling myself closer to his leg to rest my head on his thigh. "You're perfect. Do you know that? You always find a way to lift my mood." I smile. "I'm far from perfect. I just don't like seeing you angry or stressed." He says flipping the page in his book. "Well... I think you're perfect..." I say childishly smiling at him. Michael was perfect to me, I was completely in love with him. I sat there for another minute simply watching him read. His side profile left me in amazement. His long eyelashes fluttered over his beautiful brown eyes that sat above his nose which hung over his sculpted lips and chin. I was in love with every piece of him. "Take a picture, they last longer" he says laughing while still reading. I giggle and pluck his stomach.