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2nd of May, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Michael: An ambulance and a police car were sent to our house after I called 911.

They asked me to help Angela into some comfortable clothes, then the paramedics checked on her and the baby, and gave her a blanket to cover herself. Luckily, my wife only cracked a rib.

One of the police officer approached us as we sat in the living room, and introduced himself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, I'm officer Carey. I'm glad you and your baby are okay," he smiled. We shook hands. "I need to ask you a few questions about the man who did this to you. Are you feeling strong enough to tell me?"

Angela nodded.

"Great. I understand you know him?"

"We went to high school together, and recently got in touch again."

Officer Carry wrote that down. "His name?"

"Danny Raymon." I told him, knowing Angela was too sensitive to say it.

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson, you think you could describe to me what he did, exactly?"

Angela hesitated and looked at me.

"Mr. Jackson, maybe it's better if you don't hear this." officer Carey said.

"No, I'm staying." I shook my head and wrapped an arm around my wife.

"Is that okay with you, Mrs. Jackson? I know it's hard."

Angela quivered, "I- I guess..."

"Go ahead. Tell me everything, from the minute he stepped into your house."

Angela took a deep breath before beginning to tell him what happened. She told him that we were fighting so she's been talking to Danny for a while now, and yesterday morning invited him over.

"When he got here, he helped me overcome a contraction, and then we sat down in the living room, and he kissed me, saying that what we have is more than a friendship, which isn't true..." she closed her eyes. "So he took me to the bedroom, and I told him that Michael and I are working things out, so we can't do anything... But he got angry, and the next thing I know he tells me to take off my clothes. I was so overwhelmed I couldn't do it, then he punched me right here..."

Angela lifted her shirt and showed the bruise on the left side of her stomach. "So I took my clothes off, he said I'm beautiful... Then he ordered me to get in bed, but I told him I don't want to, so he punched me in my ribs."

She kept describing what that bastard did to her, and all I could do was flinch and listen.

"Then he choked me after I begged him to stop... And right after that he did it, you know... He entered me, hard. But after every time he kept saying he wasn't satisfied so he kept going until I was completely numb..."

Angela stopped and cried into my chest.

"I think that's enough for now. All we need is to take a few samples from your bedroom, if that's okay," officer Carey said, and I nodded. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, we're going to get him, I promise."

Everyone left, and I took Angela for a nice, warm, bath. It was just the two of us here now: the kids were at Angela's parents, and I gave the staff a few days off until my wife feels better.

Except for security, they were still here, along with a few more men I hired.

"Gosh, Angie..." I sighed as I helped her out of her clothes. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

"You were right about him..." she murmured as I helped her sit down in the water.

I grabbed a sponge and ever so slightly ran it over her body. I was afraid to hurt her, she had bruises everywhere. Even on her back.

"They're going to find that son of a bitch and put him in jail where he belongs, Ange." I told her.

"But what if he comes back?"

"He won't, because I'm not going anywhere. I'll be with you 24/7."

"You promise?" she wiped her tears.

"I promise. From the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, I'll be there." I ran my fingers through her hair as I washed it.

She smiled weakly before closing her eyes. "This is nice... Thank you."

I attempted to give her a small kiss, but she pulled away.

"I can't, Mike. At least not now."

I understood her, of course, but was still a little bit disappointed.

After her bath, I took her to the same guest room we slept in before our bedroom was complete.

"Goodnight." I kissed her cheek as I pulled her close.

But it wasn't a good night. She woke up every couple hours, saying she can't sleep, and I had to sing her to sleep. Then the nightmares started, and it all went downhill from there.

~

3rd of May, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Michael: "Mike, I need to go to the bathroom..." Angela whispered while tapping my shoulder so I'd wake up.

I sighed and helped her limp all the way to bathroom and stayed outside as she did her business. When she came back, that horrified expression covered her face.

"Contraction?" I asked.

"No... I was alone in there, it was scary..." she answered.

"Oh, babe, it's okay. There are over 200 bodyguards all over the ranch, 50 around the house, and policemen are guarding the gates."

I knew she needed to know she was safe, so I had to tell her what was going on.

"Okay," she sighed in relief. "I- I think I'm hungry, can we go eat something?"

"Of course, I'll just go brush my teeth, alright? You wait for me on the bed."

I took her back to the bed, then quickly brushed my teeth with the door opened.

Angela held her stomach and smiled down at it as I finished up. "She's kicking."

"That's good, at least we know she wasn't hurt..." I joined her on the bed and put my hand on her stomach as well.

I kissed the top of her bump where AJ's feet were still kicking, then heard Angela's stomach grumble.

"Okay, breakfast time." I announced.

~

Angela: I looked around the living room frantically, scared Danny might appear at any given moment.

"Here you go, baby," Michael came in, making me jump. "Two grilled cheese sandwiches, with a little bit of black pepper, just as you like it."

He gave me the plate and I took a big bite out of the first sandwich. I haven't eaten since before Danny got here. Not to mention I threw up everything after what he did.

My husband grabbed the remote control before sitting next to me. "Want to watch the Simpsons? I know how much you love that show."

"You love that show, I just watch it and laugh." I rolled my eyes while taking another bite.

He laughed and turned on the TV, and a news channel popped up.

"It is rumored that terror struck the Jackson family last night. Angela Brown-Jackson, wife of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, has been supposedly sexually abused by an unknown man-" the woman said.

Michael quickly changed the channel, and Homer Simpson replaced the news anchor.

"How did it get out so fast?" he groaned, taking out his phone that started ringing. "Frank, hi- No, just tell them 'no comment'... I don't care, I'm with my wife... Okay I will. Thanks."

"Frank sends you his regards and hopes you'll feel better soon."

Michael squeezed my shoulder, but I flinched as there was a bruise right where he touched.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, baby..."

"It's okay," I smiled and focused on my food. "Let's just watch."

He nodded, caressing my cheek before turning his attention to the show.

~

"Tired?" Michael asked when I yawned loudly.

"Very," I admitted. "But I won't be able to sleep... Let's just continue this movie."

I was cuddled against him, with my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, and for the first time in the last 24 hours, I didn't feel like shit. But most of all, I felt safe.

"Baby, you have to try and sleep." he sighed.

"But I'll just wake up again..."

"Maybe, or maybe you'll have a few quiet hours..."

"Fine." I gave up, knowing I'd need my powers or else my body would cave in completely.

Michael patted his lap, so I gently moved and placed my head there.

He started singing. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, wishing those awful nightmares about Danny won't come back.

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Michael: It was nice to see Angela so relaxed. She was even snoring a little, something she only does when she's completely relaxed.

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes as well. But opened them soon as I thought of that son of a bitch on top of her, a victorious smirk on his face as he tortures her to the point when she can't feel anything anymore.

Okay, I know who's not taking a nap right now.

After a few moments, my eyes travelled to Angela's big bump.

My baby girl got so big lately, it's amazing. I don't think any of my children were that big. But then again, mother always said we were huge when we were born.

Gently, I lifted Angela's shirt up, and shivers went though my spine as I saw those bruises again. I shook my head and ran a hand over her skin, hoping to feel my baby girl move.

And she did, a lot. It was such a relief she wasn't hurt from what happened.

"Daddy loves you, baby girl... You and your mother, you're both so strong..." I whispered, but deep inside, I knew that Angela was beating herself up for what happened.

~

10th of May, 2007
Michael is 48, Angela is 43

Angela: "Just ignore the bruises, okay?" I asked Dr. Haring as Michael helped me lay down on the examination bed.

"Don't worry, and tell me if hurts." he smiled sympathetically.

I exposed my bump, and of course his face fell when he saw it. He cleared his throat and put a lot of gel on my skin.

Michael rubbed my shoulders as the doctor pressed the scanner on my belly. We were both worried about this checkup, as it was the first since what happened.

All we knew was what the paramedics told us a week ago: the baby is fine. They couldn't do an ultrasound since they thought my body was too weak for anything like that.

But I was better now. Much better.

Michael and I sighed in relief when we heard AJ's heartbeat.

"Well, she looks healthy," Dr. Haring said. "A little big, but healthy-"

He stopped talking and I saw him zoom into what looked like AJ's kidney. He scrunched his eyebrows and after a few moments, he had a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything okay?" Michael questioned.

Dr. Haring sighed, "Um, I have a strong reason to believe that your baby's left kidney has failed."

"What?" I felt my eyes tear up.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. Many people can function with only one kidney," he cleaned my stomach. "But, with babies, it's a little different. They need both functional kidneys for the first few months of their lives, since they are important for filtering any fluids, like the amniotic fluid, or food..."

"So what do we do?" Michael asked.

"Well, we can try to find a donor for a kidney, but for that, we need a blood sample from your baby, to know her blood type. We need it as soon as possible so we could put you on the list as fast as we can."

"How can you take a blood sample?"

Dr. Haring rubbed his face. "With an amniotic fluid test. It's a procedure where we insert a long needle into your skin and extract a small amount of the fluid your baby is swimming in. There are a lot of blood and DNA particles in that fluid. After the we do the procedure, you'll have to rest for a couple of days, and there are risks, especially in the third trimester..."

"R- risks?" I stuttered.

"Birth complications, premature birth, more organs failing... Miscarriage."

I covered my mouth and started crying. Michael sighed, rubbing my shoulder. "Do we have to do the test?"

"No, we can always put you on the list after she's born, but there's a low chance she'd get a kidney fast, unlike what I offered. You could be on the transplant list for around four to six months before we get a kidney, and we all know there's no time to waste."

I have to help my baby as soon as possible.

"We'll do the test." I sniffled.

"You sure? You heard him, baby, there are risks..." my husband said.

"Yeah," I nodded. "We have to, for her."

"Good, I'll set you an appointment for Thursday afternoon next week." Dr. Haring told us.

Michael helped me sit up then slowly off the examination table.

"Babe, you think you could go with Javon to the car and wait for me there? I need to go to the bathroom." he said.

"Y- yeah, sure."

Javon helped me walk out of the room and into the car, and I leaned back.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. This is all my fault." I covered my face and started bawling.

~

Michael: "Doc, can I ask you something?" I said to Dr. Haring when Angela left.

"Of course, go ahead." he smiled, taking off his gloves.

"Do you think what happened was because Angela was hit, you know, around the baby area?"

"Definitely, I think it's the main cause." he sighed.

I rubbed the back of my neck. Angela doesn't need to know.

"Thanks, doc." I shook his hand.

"My pleasure. I'll see you next Thursday." he shook it back.

When I got to the car safely, I saw Angela curled up against the door with tears pouring out of her eyes.

"It's my fault," she said. "I invited him over, this happened because I was stupid enough to trust him. And now our baby girl might die."

I pulled her to me. "She won't, she's a fighter. And don't you dare blame yourself, Angela. Danny is the only one responsible."

My phone rang in my pocket, and it said it was officer Carey calling.

"It's officer Carey," I smiled down at her. "He's probably calling to give us some good news, I'm sure."

I pressed the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"Mr. Jackson, it's officer Carey," he said, loud and clear. "Good news, we caught him. I just need Angela to come to the station and confirm it's him."

"Uh, I'm not sure that's a good idea right now... We received some worrying news about our baby."

"Oh, is she okay?" officer Carey asked, sounding concerned.

"She will be." I sighed.

"Well, maybe you could come by tomorrow. We want to lock this guy up and we can't do that without Angela identifying him."

"Give me a second, officer."

"Baby," I cooed. "They caught him. But they need us to go there so you confirm it's Danny. Are you feeling strong enough to do it?"

Angela nodded.

I put the phone back to my ear, "We're on our way."

"Great. I'll see you soon."

~

Angela: Officer Carey led us into a room with a big window.

I figured it was one of those one sided windows, where I can see through but can't be seen.

Michael squeezed my hand tightly, "Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Bring him in." officer Carey said.

I saw Danny being walked into the room and sat down forcibly by two other officers. He looked straight at me, like he knew I was there.

My breath caught in my throat and I hurried to wrap my arms protectively around my big bump.

"Is that him, Mrs. Jackson?" Carey asked.

"Y- yeah." I answered, making Michael put his hand on my stomach as well.

"Thank you. He's going straight to jail from here."

The officers in the other room took Danny away, and I let out the breath I was holding.

I guess it was shakier than I intended to, because Michael pulled me close and let me cry into his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's over, Angie..." he whispered, rocking me back and forth. "He can't threaten you anymore."

And although he sounded very confident, I could bring myself to believe his words.