Chapter 10
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I had not been to Neverland since the grand opening failed. It was all over the news. Paris had done an interview only for "Entertainment Tonight" about what went on with the opening. She had plans to try to reopen it as soon as possible.
I had a feeling that was not such a great idea. I was nervous to go back into work. But it was my job. Michael and the Lost Boys clearly needed my help around there. Paris needed my help most of all of them.
"What is your plan?" gram asks me as I get ready to head into work.
I shake my head. "No plan. I do not know what I am going to do about the Lost Boys"
"What about Mr. Jackson? He is not at rest. He needs to be moving on. He needs peace" points out gram.
I really did not want to see Michael go anywhere until the Lost Boys were gone. The Lost Boys needed Michael. They needed his guidance. And his wisdom. And without Michael they certainly were not going to be listing to me at all.
He could not leave me any time soon. I needed Michael more than ever. I had to be careful not to get fired around there. Otherwise I would never be able to see Michael again. Or the Lost Boys.
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"I don't know what to do. But when the time comes, and I will know then I will do it" I tell gram. "Try not to worry about me" I say softly to her.
"I still think you should quit" my mother grumbles as she comes in the room. "You were nearly killed" she mutters. "Ghost are dangerous!" she warns me. "They do not play fair. They hate the living!" she warns me sternly.
"Mother it is the Lost Boys! They are scared is all. Misunderstood. Michael never once tried to harm me" I point out to her gently. "I am a big girl. I can handle it"
"Doubt it. Let me say one thing.... if you end up in a hospital due to paranormal activity when I warned you about this, I will not come to your aid" she sternly tells me. "You are on your own"
"Fine!" I agree.
She glares at me. "Fine" she huffs out before wandering away.
"She means well dear. She does not mean what she says. She is worried" grandpa tells me as she appears in front of me.
"I mean what I say dad! Every word of it!" my mom calls out from the kitchen.
"Go. They need you! Go help" gram tells me. "I can handle your mother"
"Thanks gram" I gratefully tell her.
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I hug her then head out on my way to work.
I get there to Neverland Ranch. Johnny is heading on his way out for the afternoon. He was not enjoying the ghostly activity we were getting from the Lost Boys either. But we were getting used to it around here.
Johnny hands me the keys to get into Neverland for the night. I had to clean some things. Where the Lost Boys made a mess out here. I wanted to get it done before night fall. Then it would be really spooky out here with the ghosts around.
I would much rather be inside Neverland at night then outside of Neverland at night.
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"Good luck" Johnny mutters as he tosses the keys in my hands.
"Did anything happen to you while you were at work?" I wonder.
He shakes his head. "No why? Should I expect it?" he asks to know.
"No" I lie.
He grabs my arm. "I saw you yelling at someone there at the grand opening. I heard you calling out Michael" he warns me. "Look at this"
He plays a video from YouTube on his phone for me. There I was chasing after The Lost Boys. And calling out "Michael!" just as the light nearly hits me on the stage. He replays the part where I am crying out for Michael's help.
"Tell me what is going on here?" he demands to know.
"There is something going on" I admit.
He nods. "I knew it!"
"But I really can't tell you! I will be breaking someone's trust in me" I say softly. "Let me get it under control. Please do not tell anyone" I beg him.
"Is Michael's ghost around here?" he wants to know. "Was he the one behind that?"
I shake my head. "His presences is always with us" I lie.
"Fine. Do not tell me" he grumbles.
"I will when I can" I promise.
He nods then heads out on his way. I hated to make my friend upset with me. But I had to get the Lost Boys to trust me. I could not tell Johnny anything about the Lost Boys.
Otherwise Johnny might tell others about the Lost Boys. They needed my protection and my help. I was the only one who might be able to reach out to them. I head into the house. I shut the door behind me.
I begin my chores around there. I had not heard a peep from Michael or the Lost Boys all night so far. I was nearly done with my cleaning. I was over in Michael's office. Dusting and vacuuming. I look over to find Michael sitting on his desk. Looking amused. I turn off the vacuum.
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"You startled me" I gasp as I place my hand on my chest.
"Sorry about that. How are you? Welcome back" he greets me warmly.
"Are you going to act like the other night never happened?" I say. "Your daughter's dreams were crushed in front of the world" I point out.
"I know. I never meant for that to happen" he tells me.
"What are we going to do about it? She will try to open again" I warn him.
"I know" he sighs.
"What are we going to do about the Lost Boys?" I demand to know. "They might harm someone. Even Paris" I point out.
He shakes his head. "They wanted to scare, others. Not harm them" he argues with me.
"But I nearly got killed. They went way to far" I argue.
"I know. I am sorry. That will never happen again" he tries promising me. He touches my cheek gently with his hand. "You can feel me?" he wonders.
"I can feel you. See you. Talk to you" I say softly as his eyes look into mine.
"It has been so long since anyone could contact me" he says softly. "This is so nice" he tells me.
I smile. "It is" I agree.
"I am glad you came here to work for my daughter" he admits.
"Me to" I say softly never letting my eyes leave his.
"Michael?" I say softly.
"Yes?" he answers me.
"Why are you not at rest?" I try asking again.
He sighs. "Many reasons. The boys mainly though" he admits to me.
"Those boys need to cross over" I try telling him.
"Please do not say that where they can hear you" warns Michael sternly.
"But they do need to! I know you care for them but that is harming them by staying on Earth" I say softly. "I do only want what is best for them" I try telling them. "And for you to!"
"If you want what is best for us then butt out of things" warns Michael sternly.
Now he was angry with me.
Great. He disappears on me.
"Michael!" I call out for him.
Nothing.
"Michael come on do not be like that!" I plead. "Please come back and talk to me!" I beg.
So much for the leverage I was making with Michael. I ruined that.
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