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Tough Love Part 33
Iâ??ll be Santa for now: Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas! My gift to you! :) Dec. 25 Dec.25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Chapter 33 Joseph Like he promised, I could say that Michael and I hid. Not REALLY hid, just walked away from all the hoopla of Joseph getting home. â??Iâ??m sorry if youâ??re scared, but donâ??t be worried,â? he assured me. â??I want another orange,â? I said after a silence. He looked up and pausedâ??mainly pausedâ??by my statement and demand. â??Iâ??ll go get you one.â? He said. I watched him walk in the house. I knew he was going over to the kitchen for me. Okay, so I sat there, and it felt like I sat there some more! I was there for about five minutes. I know his house is big, but his feet arenâ??t slow, so WHY am I still sitting here. I saw him walking faster towards me. â??Hereâ??s your orange. I just wanted to make sure I wasnâ??t caught,â? he said while laughing a little. â??So tell meâ?¦â? I trailed off as I peeled my orange. As I started taking the wedges apart, Michael spoke up again. He kicked me lightly once I when I didnâ??t say nothing, but I only looked up at him, and ignored him on purpose with a slight grin. â??What?â? he said in a punctual toneâ??on purpose! â??How could you be so giggly when this is not a time to?â? I asked him, half-joking. Sorta half-not. â??Because you make anyoneâ??s skin crawl. Youâ??ll do fine.â? He told me. Once I finished, he asked me if I wanted him to throw it away, too, and of course I said yeah. He was longer this time. He came back outside. â??Joseph wants to see you now.â? He said at the doorway. â??Okay,â? I stretched my hand out to him, and he gently grabbed it. For a second, he stared in my eyes. â??Feels like Iâ??m on Death Row.â? I said as he scooted my chair up for me. â??I know,â? he said laughing. We kept hands as we swunged them up to whatever place his father, Joseph Jackson, wanted to meet me. I wasnâ??t his biggest fan because he seemed to wear a scowl, and that scared me, but while holding his boyâ??s hand, I felt the complete opposite. I was awed by Michael, and I believe he knew it. But it felt as we got upper in elevation, my breath started to be caught shorter. â??God, Lyric, if I was another kind of boy, I would smack you on the butt and tell you youâ??d be fine. And TRUST me, you would be convinced.â? Michael said. I looked over at him. I couldnâ??t think right off what to do to get back at him, so when we got to landing, I stopped walking, and wouldnâ??t budge, so Michael was on the second to last step. He GRIPPED me by the waist, and lifted me some. â??Michael, stop.â? I said laughing. â??Told you I would do it, now stop being so loud.â? Then he let me go. SADLY! We started walking again, but I surprised him by yanking his arm back to me, and I wrapped his arms around my waist. â??For good luck.â? I said. â??Girl, you is crazy,â? he whispered in my ear. We got to the door where Joseph was wanted to meet me. Of course Michael detangled us. Then he looked down and gripped both of my hands. â??Look,â? he said, â??You donâ??t have to sign your birth rights off to me or my family. Weâ??re no better. Iâ??m not gonna lie, but my father is intimidating. But Iâ??m not. And Iâ??m going to be sitting in the room with you. Now you donâ??t have to throw yourself at me to make you feel safe.â? He started cracking up a little on his last sentence. â??Okay.â? We stood there. He looked at me, and I motioned for him to do it. â??Knock.â? I said. â??No, Iâ??m gonna make you.â? â??Fine,â? I said as I got antsy again. I knocked. â??Harder.â? He whispered. So I knocked my frustrated, but usual defined knock. â??Come in,â? we heard a voice said. This is the first time Iâ??ve heard his voice live! Well better yet in person! Despite him being behind the door and me being in front me of it. I decided I would open the door as Michael lightly put his hand on my waist. Probably for encouragement. I looked up, and I saw a light Joseph Jackson staring back at me. His hands were clamped together underneath his chin, and he wasnâ??t really smiling. I guess for Michael, he was just unsmiling. â??Close the door Michael.â? I he said. He breathed in then. I knew Michael would do that anyway, but he did without speaking. He mustâ??ve sped up his stride, because he lightly grabbed my arm, which slid down to my hand. There were two chairs in front of Josephâ??s desk, but one was filled with what must be all his things in it. â??Leave it there.â? He said. â??She can sit. Seems like yâ??all done already shacked up together.â? He said. So I sat in the chair to my left. Michael stood behind me. I felt his hands on the back of my seat. â??Sheâ??s a little nervous if you can tell,â? he told his father. He only stared at me. I looked down once, â??Look me straight in the eye. If you can hang around one of the Jacksons, then you should be able to look me in the eye.â? I focused on him, and his eyes were intense. He had me so focused, then I could tell he had hazel. â??So youâ??re Lyric?â? â??Yes, sir.â? â??Just call me Joseph.â? He grinned then, and stood up. I could tell by his gesture that he wanted me to follow, so I did. He pulled out his right hand, and I did the same. I thought I was prepared enough for his very firm hand, so when I shook it, I believe my grip was too tight, so I noticeably loosened it. â??Hot damn, she think I was about to take her hand off.â? He said laughing. He say down again, so I followed him. â??Knew I had good taste.â? I heard him mumble. He looked back at me. â??I say that because when I saw that picture of you, I just KNEW my boy had to fulfill his mission.â? â??What, what mission?â? I said as I scooted back in my chair. My first intentions were to looked back at Michael, but then I reconsidered, so I put myself in a quick, awkward position. â??Michael, you havenâ??t told her YET?â? â??Joseph, it ainâ??t the right time.â? He said. â??Well, it is for me.â? â??Joseph, donâ??t tell her!â? Michael said, cutting his father, well Joseph since he likes to be called that, off. â??Boy, donâ??t you interrupt me! Just because sheâ??s cute to your eye, donâ??t let her get you over your head. â??Now like I was saying, you donâ??t know how we met your father, do you?â? â??No, I actually donâ??t. Iâ??m sure itâ??s obvious how I believe itâ??s a mystery that Michael, you know, stays at our house. I was just guessing that he was striking his own independence. But I must say I thought my father was hiding the fact that he knew Michael Jackson.â? â??Lyric, during the summer, your father was having a hard time paying for groceries in this mini-market, and I donâ??t think he had the money.â? Oh my God, I remember that time! He SO he lied to me! He tried to make the situation not as bad as it really was. â??I remember that time.â? I whispered as he started talking again. He cleared his throat. â??And he was holding up the line. I couldnâ??t take it no more, and I made me and Michael bombard the line. I donâ??t think too many people was in line, so we didnâ??t have to worry about being seen too much. Not like that would stop me anyway.â? He chuckled a little. â??Patiently, I asked him and the clerk what was the situation. He tried brushing me off, but I would be a force that wouldnâ??t be wiped away, so I said I would just pay for it; becauseâ??if you would like to say itâ??Iâ??m not a â??Christianâ?? who likes to see my brothers suffer. Iâ??ve been there, and Michael fair-well knows it.â? He looked at Michael, then back at me. â??When me and Michael walked back outside, your father was still there. He hadnâ??t even put his bags up. He said he wanted to thank us, because I guess he was so traumatized that first time, he couldnâ??t utter a single word. He even tried to hand us the receipt in the market, but then I brushed him off and told him to keep it. â??He said he would pay for us to get dinner, but then he remembered about his recent ordeal.â? He breathed in noticeably. â??On a whim, I handed him my business card, and told him if he ever needed me again, just call. â??Never got a phone call that I could think of. Iâ??m sure I woulda remembered him though.â? He thinks for a second with his right hand on his chin. â??Yeah, I KNOW I wouldâ??ve! I even helped him put his groceries in his trunk. I seeing Michael look like he was about to shit his pants because I guess he was a little TOO intimidated, but your daddy ainâ??t THAT big.â? He said. I looked up at Michael, and he looked like he was confirming what his daddy was saying. â??Then one day, Katherine gave me the most BORING thing to do: take Michael around to bid people to become a Jehovah. She told us to go to a random neighborhood that wasnâ??t as rich-lookinâ??, so we drove around, and we approached your neighborhood. It looked good and such. â??Now, not everybody answered Michael; whether they were home or not.â? He breathed in again. â??I got tired of seeing my son being rejected. He had on this cap with a bulky rusty-orange, and a non-matching scarf with aviators, so no one could catch him right off. I saw those license plates before that was in your fatherâ??s lawn. I guess Lord was having me mighty-mighty that day, because I told Michael letâ??s stop of there also, and see if itâ??s that same man we saw. It was him.â? he said smilng. â??So that was the FIRST time I got out with him, and we walked up to his door. Your father answered, and he let us in. He offered us something to drink. I got a beer, but Michael being SO different, he didnâ??t want one. He smiled and said that his daughter would like that in him if she knew him. I asked how old and he said sixteen. Thatâ??s when we continued our conversation about you. â??We didnâ??t have to ask about how you looked because we saw pictures of you. I believed Michael, here was awed by all that.â? I looked up at him again and smiled. â??We got talking, and I believed that to get Jermaine back, I should let Randyâ??.â? â??Joseph, STOP please! Let me tell her. Just donâ??t.â? Michael whispered the last part. â??We have a connection.â? He said in a whiney tone. â??Fine.â? He said, his hands surrendering. The he pointed. â??But donâ??t let NOTHING happen.â? He slid his chair back and got up. â??You canâ??t have it all Michael.â? Then he walked out the room as I sneakily watched as he walked passed me. His atmosphere was still in the room though. After Michael and I were silent for about a minute, he let out his breath, and told me to follow. He held the door for me, and closed it. I was still a little shaky, so he gripped onto my arm for me. Dec. 25 Dec.25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Dec. 25 Mind blower, isnâ??t it? ~Aariyan:)
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