𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 (1)

(It is recommended to read the context for you to understand)

The clinking of silverware against china sounds like gunshots in the Jacksons' dining room. You're sitting right next to Michael, and even though the air conditioning is on, you feel a bead of cold sweat trickle down your back. Michael, under the table, reaches for your hand and squeezes it gently, noticing that your fingers are icy and trembling slightly.

Michael: "Are you feeling okay?" Michael whispers, leaning towards you, his dark eyes filled with genuine concern. "You're very pale... and you've hardly spoken all night. If it's because of today's rehearsal, don't worry, Dad's calmed down now."

But Joe Jackson drops his fork and looks up, fixing his small, stern eyes on you. A profound silence falls over the table; even Marlon stops joking with Randy. Joe's gaze travels from your face to your trembling hands and then to Michael.

Joseph: "The boy looks like he's seen a ghost," Joe says in that raspy voice that makes everyone tense up. "Either he has something to say, or he's regretting coming here. We don't want people bringing bad vibes to the table. What's wrong with you? Speak up or go home."

Michael squeezes your hand tighter, trying to give you courage, while Katherine watches you with furrowed brows, as if waiting for you to release the breath you're holding. You feel the weight of the paper in your pocket. Your heart is pounding so hard you swear everyone can hear it. You're about to speak, but fear of Joe's reaction has your voice blocked.

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