~Jada's POV~
I walk into Haley's place and she closes the front door behind us.

"Please, have a seat. Would you like me to make some tea or coffee or something?" She asks politely.

"No, thanks. I just really need someone to talk to." I sigh as I sit on her couch.

"Ok. I'm here for you." She smiles and I smile back.

"Okay. So, you know Michael Jackson? The one who released I Just Can't Stop Loving You?" I ask and she nods. "Well, I'm his girlfriend. Actually, fiancée and also, I'm the mother of his 2 baby girls."

"Oh, right! I knew that! How is everything?" She asks.

"Well, that's the thing. It just dawned on my earlier that I'm only 19 and I'm doing things that 30 year olds do. You know, settling down, getting married, having kids, almost dying." I sigh.

"Wait, wait, wait. What?! You almost died?! When did this happen?!" She shouts.

"Well, there was this crazy girl who is like, obsessed with Michael and she somehow, got into our house and she shot me in the arm. I was rushed to the hospital and I needed a surgery. Well, for a while I was not responding. Michael was by my side, crying and telling me stories for hours and he put the wedding ring he picked out for me, on my finger. The girl, her name is Tatiana Thumbtzen, is now in jail, which I am happy about." I explain.

"Oh my god, Jada! I'm so glad you didn't die! I don't know what I would've done if you had died without one last day together!" She says, hugging me.

"Okay, okay. I'm fine now!" I giggle.

"Now, what do you wanna talk about?" She asks seriously.

"Oh, right. Um, do you think I'm rushing my life too fast? Like, I already have 2 kids with Michael! I feel like Michael and I should wait until we're like, at least 22 to get married." I sigh.

"Well, actually, a lot of couples get married when their like 18! It's common, so there's nothing wrong with it. But it all depends on what you and Michael want. If you want to get married now, go ahead! If you wanna wait until you're 50, go ahead!" She says and I chuckle.

"You've always known how to make me feel better." I smile and hug her.

"Oh, anything for you, Jada!" She smiles back at me as we pull back.

"I should probably go home to talk to Michael." I sigh.

"Yeah. How did you meet him anyway?" She asks.

"High school." I smile. "He stood up for me to one of my exes and he won my heart. Fair and square."

"Aww, that's sweet. You really love him, don't you?" She smiles.

"Of course. He's my everything and so are our children." I sigh dreamily.

"Aww. Well, you better go talk to him!" She says, getting up.

"Okay. I'll call you later. We should hang out sometime!" I say.

"Yes, of course! Remember how much fun we used to have when we were little? Ooo, we should go for a coffee sometime!" She says, excitedly.

"Yeah, that'd be fun!" I smile as I walk out of the front door.

"See ya 'round!" She shouts, waving as I walk to my car.

"See ya, Haley!" I smile and wave back before hopping into my car.

I arrive at Neverland about 1 1/2 hours later and park. I sigh before getting out.

I walk to the entrance and walk in. I close the door behind me and walk into the living room, where I see Michael sitting on the couch, reading the paper.

"Hey." I whisper and smile weakly as he looks at me.

"Oh, hey baby! Wazzup?" He asks cheerfully.

"Where are the girls?" I ask.

"Napping. I literally JUST got them down." He says, emphasizing the 'just'.

"Okay, good. That's good." I smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"Are you okay? You seem distracted." Michael says sympathetically but seriously.

"Michael, we need to talk." I sigh and he gets a worried expression on his face.

"I'm not breaking up with you, we just need to discuss our relationship." I assure and he sighs of relief.

"Okay. You can start, sweetie!" He smiles.

"Okay," I sigh. "I think we should probably wait on the wedding. I mean, we're only 19 years old and we already have 2 kids and a big house! We should probably take sometime to just enjoy what we already have before we rush into marriage. Do you get what I mean?"

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Sure. I-uh-I understand. I, um. I need to go to the bathroom." He says, getting up and leaving the room with tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Okay, now I just feel bad." I mumble to myself, getting off of the chair and walking out of the room.

I walk into our bedroom and walk over to the door of the bathroom that's connected to it. I put my ear to the door and hear Michael sobbing and crying. I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I didn't approach the subject right. I shouldn't have started it the way I did.

I knock on the door and hear Michael softly say, "What?" without sounding like he was just crying.

"Baby, it's me. Please, open the door. I don't think I started out the way I should've. I think you misunderstood me. Please, come out and let's talk properly." I say.

After about 30 seconds, he slowly opens the door and I smile at him sympathetically.

We walk over to the bed and sit for a second in silence then I start.

"Okay, Michael. It's not that I don't want to be your wife, because I do. It's just that we're 19 years old and we're doing things 30 year olds do. Like, for example; we have sex regularly, we have 2 kids, we have a house, we're already settling down, and now we're planning a big wedding! We should probably slow down a little bit and wait on the wedding until we're like between 21 and 25, okay? Do you understand what I mean?"

He nods, looking down at his fingers and I sigh.

"Michael, please tell me what's going through your mind right now."

"Well, I feel like you don't wanna marry me now. Before you were all excited and cheerful for it and now you're like: let's not do that. Let's slow down. We shouldn't get married right now." He says.

"Well, Michael, think about it! I was pregnant for our children when we were graduating from high school! I don't know about you but I think that's a little young to be starting a family!" I argue.

"Yeah, well it isn't completely my fault that you got pregnant." He mumbles.

"Excuse me?" I gasp.

"I said that it isn't completely my fault that you got pregnant. I mean, you could've said no to having kids!" He argues.

"Well, I just wanted to have kids to make you happy because kids was all you would talk about! I mean, I love Rylee and Jedell, I do. But, I only wanted them so I could make you happy! By the way, would I have a fucking choice Michael? Would I have a choice of having a kid or not if you fucking came inside of me?!" I scream.

"You could've gone on the pill! You know what, I don't even know you anymore! Ever since you got pregnant with the girls, you've been different! Do you not love me anymore?!" He screams back.

"I do love you! I love you so much! Why the fuck would I give you children, move into a huge house with you, lose my virginity to you, and agree to marry you if I didn't love you?! I fucking love you, Michael!!"

"I'm not so sure if that's true anymore." He mumbles.

"Oh my god! You are unbelievable, you know that?! All I did was say that we should hold off the wedding until we're older because we're still teenagers and now you're saying I don't love you! You are just like your father!!" I scream then leave the room to go to the girls's room.

I grab a bag out of their closet and start packing some of their stuff in it. After I'm done packing their stuff, I walk back to Michael's room and pack some of my clothes and other things I need. I grab my car keys, carry the bags down to my car and toss them in the trunk.

I walk back into the house and walk up to Rylee and Jedell's room and pick them both up. I carry them downstairs and when I walk past the living room, I hear Michael's voice.

"Where are you going with them?"

"Away." I simply say and start to walk away.

"Where are you going, Jada?" He asks sternly.

"I'm gonna stay at my mother's for awhile so I can think whether or not to be with you now that you've changed into a monster. Michael, you aren't the Michael I fell in love with 4 years ago. What happened to you?" I ask as tears start to roll down my cheeks.

"Funny how people change, huh?" He says.

"I can't believe you. Goodbye, Michael." I say then leave, slamming the door behind me.

I call my mom on my cell phone and ask her if I can stay at her place.

"Yes, of course Jada! Anytime!" She says.

"Okay, Mom. I'll be there in about an hour. I have Rylee and Jedell with me, too. Ok. Bye." I hang up and take a deep breath as tears continue to stream down my face.

~Michael's POV~
I flinch at the sound of the front door slamming shut and realize that I just lost the love of my life and my children. I stand up and walk over to the window, watching as she hops in her car, with my girls in the back, and drives out of the gates.

I drop to my knees and start sobbing into my hands.

They're gone...and possibly forever this time.