Chapter Nine

                                    

                                          
August 24th 
                          
This might just be the worst year of my life.
                          
It's officially been a year since Mia passed away. Thankfully, I was able to be with my children during that difficult time. We visited her grave and ate lunch over there. We "talked" to Mia and told her our plans and stories. It was a very quiet day in Neverland. Even the fans there mourned with us. They wouldn't shout. They wouldn't say a thing as they stood in front of Neverland's gate. 
                          
The fans just lit candles and placed photos of Mia and I all over our front lawn. It made me cry when I looked at some of those photos.
                          
Some were photos from Mia in her photo shoots. Some photos were of Mia and I that were secretly taken by the paparazzi. I even saw some photos I never saw. It made me cry. I cried because I was sad but I also cried because of all the love my fans showed to my family and I. I treasure their gifts.
                          
The bad thing is, Jordan Chandler, who I thought was my friend, is accusing me of sexual abuse towards him. At least his father is. I met the family in 1992 when my car broke down in Los Angeles. Their family helped me as long as I made a promise that I would call Jordan since he was a big fan at the time. The family gave me a free rental car and I called Jordan a few days later. We became friends immediately. His family even visited Neverland back in February. I didn't meet his biological father, Evan, until May. I haven't been charged with anything yet and I shouldn't be because it is all a lie! I would never touch a child in such a way. I would never hurt a child in such a way! That is disgusting!
                          
Jordan and his father met with Anthony Pellicano, my private investigator, and I to make a settlement. Yes, I do mean money. All his father wants his money and to use a child just to get money is disgusting. I've even heard some of Evan's telephone calls. He wants to destroy my name. He wants to destroy my reputation.  
                          
Just a few days ago, the Chandler's rejected the settlement of 350,000 dollars. I don't know what else they want. I know Jordan's father wants money. So why doesn't he just take it already? They even had policemen searching through my home. I had no choice in whether or not I want them in my home. I just don't want my children to find out. Especially April and Adjo. April is at a stage where she will ask all these questions and Adjo...
                          
Adjo is old enough to understand what is going on. The children and I went out to my parents' house. I had them each pack a bag just incase they would end up sleeping over there. 
                          
And they did. 
                          
I sigh loudly. Don't get too stressed about this, Michael. You're about to perform. Your fans love you. Your fans are here for you. 
                          
I frown.
                          
Saying goodbye is one the hardest parts of touring. Saying goodbye is simply the hardest part of life in some cases. I hate seeing my children cry. I hate seeing them hurt. Adjo softly cried and he held onto me tightly. Adjo eventually let go as he kept repeating to me three words I know so well.
                          
I love you.
                          
Rose and April wouldn't let me go and I wouldn't let them go.  My driver basically had to pull me away from my children if we wanted to get to the airport in time. I worry about my children all the time when I'm touring. I hate leaving them. I would take them with me but it would be too much for me and for them. I don't want them to be seen to the public yet. I never want them to be seen by the public. They should live a normal childhood as possible! That's all I want to give them! I do take them outside the country and all but never when I'm touring. I'm only doing this tour to raise money for my Heal the World Foundation.