The interview between Michael and I went extremely well! Before we knew it, it was already half past midnight but luckily I was able to submit it to my boss in time. I also kept the questions about his wife, ahem well EX wife out. Mallory had already left after putting India to bed, but not before hugging Michael for what seemed like the hundredth time. I swear, she was in such awe and acting like such a fangirl in front of him, it was hella funny to see. Michael didn't seem to mind it though, he was probably used to getting that from people over the years. Getting up from the couch, he let out a little groan and stretched. I could tell he was pretty tired. Hell I was too. Today had definitely been a long day. "Well that went well huh! We're finally finished" he joked, looking down at me. I still sat on the couch, my legs tucked under me. "Thanks again for coming over. I know you probably had better and more important thing to do..." "Oh no it's fine! I didn't mind it. This was pretty fun..." Michael's voice trailed off as his eyes continued to linger on me. Not knowing how to respond, I simply slumped into the couch, closing my eyes. Damn I was so tired. "Well thanks again...for coming" I said, my eyes still closed."No problem" Was his response. Silence had settled over the living room and I assumed at that moment Michael had left. My assumption was proven wrong though when I slowly opened my eyes again, he still stood there, his hands in his pockets. "So um, India's yours?" I made a face. Why was he asking me that? "Yeah she's my daughter....why?" "She's absolutely beautiful! Looks just like her mother..." he commented. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I replied. "Thanks" "She's really smart too for her age. She must get that from her mother too or father..." Michael's voice trailed off once he noticed the look on my face. "So I take it she gets it from her mother then?" He asked, taking a seat next to me on the couch. "Y-Yeah...her father's not in the picture anymore..." my voice cracked slightly. Damnit. That's the LAST thing I needed, for Michael Jackson to see me break down. I quickly turned my head to the side as I felt the tears begin to well up, some of them already making their way down my cheeks. Shit. "I'm sorry" I apologized, laughing a little. I always did whenever I was about to cry. "It's okay...don't be" Michael whispered, reaching out to touch my face. His fingertips felt soft against my face. I turned around to face him. "M-Marcus...Marcus never wanted anything to do with India...." I started, my eyes locked on my hands that were folded in my lap. "When I told him I was pregnant, he laughed and had the nerve to question if the baby was actually his when he knew damn well that I never fooled around with anyone yet he'd always cheat on me but I'd always take him back because I loved him too much. My family and friends called me crazy and pathetic for always taking him back even though he hurt me so bad. When India was born, he wasn't at the hospital. He claimed he had to work overtime for work but in reality he was at some friend's party getting high and fucking some random girl who he also ended up getting pregnant. Whenever he would come see India though, he'd never really pay her any attention yet she continues to love him with all her heart. She keeps asking me when she'll get to she her daddy..." It seemed like I was talking a mile a minute, barely stopping for a breath but I needed to get this off my chest. By the time I had finished, I glanced down at my hand that was somehow intertwined with Michael's. I guess through my rant, he had reached out to grab hold of my hand and I didn't realize. I guess it was his way of trying to calm me down since I could feel myself getting worked up. "Why? Why can't he just love me? I don't get it. All I've done over the years was be nothing but faithful...and he just leaves my daughter and I like he doesn't have a fucking care in the w-world! What's wrong with me?" I whispered the last part, feeling the sob escape from my lips. By now I was fully crying and I felt Michael slowly pull me into his arms. "Shhh" I heard him say, rocking me back and forth. "Something has to be wrong with me..." I managed to choke out. "Nothing's wrong with you. If anything, it's HIS loss. Obviously he's not a real man if he doesn't want to step up and take the responsibility of taking care of his family. You're an amazing strong woman who deserves so much better than what he could ever give you..." Michael said, rubbing my back. "I'm gonna be alone forever aren't I...." I whispered, my face buried deep in his shirt. God, I didn't even wanna imagine how I must've looked at the moment. At least I stopped crying. "No you're not. One day you're gonna find a great guy who'll treat you and your daughter like the beautiful Angels you both are..." Michael said, the top of his chin resting on the top of my head. Sniffling, I looked up at him. Was he for real? From the look on his face I could tell he meant every word. I then looked down at his arms still wrapped around my waist. "Why, why are you holding me?" I whispered. "Because you needed to be. You did the same thing to me earlier back at your office remember? I'm just returning the gesture" he joked. I laughed a little as it hit me. I held him while he had his breakdown. Now he's holding me while I have mine...go figure. "Thank you, Michael" I removed myself from his embrace, giving a small smile. "Your welcome. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone as long as you don't..." he joked causing a giggle to escape my lips. "I won't" A comfortable silence had fallen over us as I wiped at my eyes. "Damn it's late..." I glanced upbeat the clock which now read 1:30 in the morning. I had to get up later for taking India to school and for work. "Well um I guess I better get going then..." Michael got up from the couch and started to head for the front door. "Wait" I stopped him. "Yeah?" "I, I thought you said you didn't live around here? Where are you going to go?" Truth was I actually didn't want him to leave. I was enjoying his company plus I just didn't wanna be alone. Was I catching feelings for this guy? ....HELL NAH of course nooot! "I was gonna stay at a motel for the night. It's no big deal really. Thanks for everything. Can't wait for the interview to be published!" Michael opened the front door, placing on his disguise back on but I quickly walked in front of him, closing it back. Lord I can't believe I'm doing this..."Listen um, you don't have to go to some dirty old motel. You can spend the night here if you want. I mean, a motel's probably not even open this early anyway and since you're already here...I don't mind" I stuttered, feeling nervous as hell, playing with my fingers. Why the hell was I even feeling this way to begin with?! I mean it wasn't like we were gonna do anything anyway. Sensing this, Michael chuckled, removing his disguise. "You sure?" I nodded a little too quickly and he let out a laugh. "Alright I'll stay. Thanks so much. I promise I'll be gone by the morning" "Not after I make some breakfast though!" I joked. "Okay" Michael chuckled. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy that he was staying over. Bitch I was ECSTATIC AF. "Well um, there's a guest room upstairs. It's down the hall from India's room and across from mine" I said, trying with all my might to hide the smile that was just waiting to show up on my lips. "Thanks again" Michael said with a smile, the two of us heading upstairs. "Let me check on Indie first..." I whispered, opening my daughter's bedroom door. She was fast asleep underneath the blue and white 'Frozen' covers. I swear, she was obsessed with that movie. I quickly gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving, leaving the door open a crack. Once we reached the guestroom, Michael quickly turned around to face me causing me to jump slightly. "What's up?" "I uh, I never did get your name..." Michael said, embarrassed. I giggled. "I never told you?" He shook his head. "I only know you as Ms. Singleton" "Oh okay...it's Justice" "Justice...." I liked the way my name rolled so smoothly off his lips. It sounded sexy. "Like the law huh?" "Excuse me?" I quickly snapped outta my thoughts. "Your name...it's like the law huh" he repeated, walking into the guestroom. I nodded. "I Guess you can say that...goodnight!" I started to leave. "Wait!" I turned around in the doorway. "Hm?" "Um, this may sound like a silly question but um, I was wondering where-" "There's some clothes in the dresser" I cut him off, having a good feeling he would ask that. "Oh okay thanks" "No problem....night" I started to leave again. "Justice?" Michael called my name out. "Yep?" "This may sound like another silly question but um, how'd you get a name like that?" I continued to leave as I replied, letting out a deep sigh. "Trust me...you don't wanna know that story...Goodnight" Michael didn't argue as he responded "goodnight" back and I headed inside my bedroom, closing the door.