Michael Jackson Remember The Time Novels & Stories

" Now you listen to me and listen to me good, you'd better take your sorry ass and that thing, you claim is mine out of here. This better be the last time you show your filthy self here or else I will end you. ~~~ End of flashback ~~~ I'm here again, I'm back here again. I take a step back as the words play repeatedly in my mind, I feel my eyes well up as it sinks in that I am here, where I was humiliated and kicked out. I am back here as if nothing had happened and that is wrong. The ice cream slips from my hands when I'm hit with the memory of Mr Cullen, dragging me out and I landing on the ground. I almost lost the baby because of that.

The longing was so intense that it hurt. I looked outside the window. The moon was gone and dawn was about to break. It was extremely quiet with no breeze, no sound except Marcus's soft breathing. The sky was fringed with blue and pale silver clouds. Out of nowhere, I started humming Michael Jackson's Break of Dawn. I have fond memories of singing and dancing to random tunes with my dad while cooking, doing laundry, out on a picnic, almost anything until the age of eight before he left me. Michael Jackson used to be his favorite artist, and he doubled up with laughter every time I sang made-up lyrics for Smooth Criminal because I couldn't understand the real ones. I listened to MJ a lot beca

Berry bit the tip of her fingers until it began to bleed and Aileen swatted her hands away from her mouth with a sigh. “If you don’t remember, you don’t have to force yourself. You can just keep on trying to remember later. Your memories might still be jumbled up.” ‘No, I can remember, I have to remember! Was it a star? A symbol? What symbol was it?” “A moon?” Elysia asked and Berry nodded, “Yeah, a moon!” ‘It’s your mother, Aileen.”

I promise,” I pleaded, my hands clasped in supplication. He looked at me for several seconds, before turning the laptop to face him. After a few clicks, Whitney Houston’s sonorous voice filled the room. I closed my eyes in bliss, the song having the same effect it had on me fourteen years before. Years before, I’d fallen in love with the melody, but sitting there and listening to the lyrics, hearing the words for the very first time melted my heart. “I haven’t listened to that song in years,” Jacobi said, a sad smile on his face. “I guess there are too many painful memories.”

Across the street, I froze when I heard that familiar voice, and I instinctively turned around. The moment I saw Dante, I was filled with a mix of emotions. It had taken me three years to finally escape the past, and now he was bringing back all those memories. I wanted to pretend I didn't know him, but my son tugged at my sleeve. "Mommy, that man seems to be calling you. Do you know him?" I had no choice but to turn and look at Dante coldly. "Sir, you have the wrong person."

Scarlett's POV Michael’s hand trembled slightly as he slammed both fists onto the edge of the table. His eyes were bloodshot, red with fury and exhaustion. “You want the truth?” His voice echoed through the room like a gunshot. “Fine. I have regained my memory!” The air snapped. My breath stopped. Michael’s voice cracked again, louder this time. “I remember everything now! Every single thing! And you,” he pointed a sharp, trembling finger at Rosa, then my father, “...you were the ones who gave me those damn drugs! You were the ones keeping me from recovering!”

He kicked open the bedroom door, splintering the frame. The empty room stared back at him. “Voss just texted that the Elders have started investigating. Do you want her to go to prison? I’m counting to ten—get out here now!” His voice rose, harsh and commanding. “One. Two. Three. Mira, do not test me!” Watching his impatient face, I thought: three Winter Solstices had passed, and he still spoke like a man who believed the world owed him obedience. But no matter how high he counted, I would never step out again.

The little boy’s sweet gesture makes him laugh, exposing his white sharp teeth. Leo glances at his watch. “Well, I have to go now”—He pinches his thick eyebrows that nearly meet. Tommy grins. “Remember that smart boys listen to their mommies and daddies. And you surely are one of them, right?” “Uhum..I sure am. I promise I won’t get lost.” Tommy recites. Leo smiles and bids goodbye to the family. With his shoes and secret socks in his hands, water sogging out of his black suit, he walks away.

I said as we eased into the place that was now more familiar than even our bedroom. Doctor Griffin was just about to leave when we arrived. He looked particularly pleased to see the king, and I looked at him, wondering why the grumpy old man was now all smiles, like there was something else involved. "My King! He has made a full health recovery, but his memory will return little by little daily. I don't want you to pressure him in any way to remember anything. You can have random discussions with him that would include mere mentions of what you want to know. Don't probe harder if it's not working" he instructed as the king shook his hands.

said the voice, realizing something Mike apparently didn't. Sarah turned and looked directly at him. "Mike..." He turned and looked at her. "You said you couldn't remember anything about the past year." He felt a wave of heat sear his face and a single thought passed through his mind: 'Fuck.' He stood, holding his hands out. "Sarah..." he started. "Your memory is back?" "Sarah," he started again. "Let me explain." "Your fucking memory is back?" Mike fell quiet. "Please don't be upset," Danni whispered. "Mike just wanted some time alone with us-"