Stranger In Moscow Ch. 8

Everything ended up being fine, for a few years. We had a beautiful little boy: Prince Michael Jackson I, and the next year, we had an adorable little girl, Paris Michael Katherine Jackson. Then came the 2000's, and the several child molestation charges. It seemed that everyone stole the idea from Devin's father. And since the suspicion was already there…
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I sat at the little desk with one of my lawyers and winced when they called Jamie's name. She promised to "Tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth". They began pounding her with questions, and I could tell it was awkward for her. "Have you ever seen Mr. Jackson engage in sexual activities with children?" Jamie, my Jamie, as confident and defiant as ever replied," Of course not! I was always there." They asked her a couple more, much the same thing as the first. She defended me, and then went to take her seat behind me. It was a long day, and we wouldn't know the juries' decision for three days. Every night was just as bad, if not worse, than that first night so many years ago… I never let Jamie stay, it would only hurt her.I felt horrible whenever I had to give in, and take a pill, each one I promised would be the last, and Jamie still didn't know. The morning we would find out the verdict, I was anxious, barely eating anything. Paris came and sat on my lap," We know that you're innocent, Daddy. If that's not enough, then I don't know what is." I smiled weakly and kissed her hair," I hope so sweety…" She hugged me and ran out of the room. I looked at the ground, watching my feet. "Jamie… What… What if… What if… They… They don't… What if they don't…" A tear fell down my face, and Jamie raised my chin, so I would have to look her straight in the yes," Michael. They WILL believe you, because we told the truth. And if they don't, then we'll just have to MAKE them see reason. Don't worry about it, baby."
We sat in our seats, and I couldn't stop fidgeting. My hands rubbed against each other frantically. The jury filed into the room, and my mind raced, each possibility worse than the last. Jamie leaned forward and took my hand in hers, smiling at me reassuringly. A man stood up, and looked at some papers in his hands. "The jury finds Michael Joseph Jackson to be…" I sucked a deep breath in through my teeth," Innocent." I exhaled, and grinned at Jamie, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.  She smiled back, and it was so big, that it didn't fit on her face. We walked outside, hand in hand to the huge crowd that was always there with their signs that said "We love you Michael!', "We know you're innocent!", and their never-ending chant of," F*** the press!! Michael is the best!" When they saw the look on my face, the obscene chant dissolved into cheers. It seemed like, for the first time in a long time, that things would go right for me.