Wow, it's the end guys! I'm gonna miss updating this like crazy! But I wanna say thank you to all the readers, cos you've literally all been so amazing! I'm gonna feel a kinda sense of loss from ending this book, but I still have You Give Me Fever, Remember The Time and Behind The Scenes to update!

*Narrator's POV*

*flashback*

Becky and Michael had settled their differences with Brooke on 17th June, 2009.

Brooke had gone home with a happy feeling in her heart, and Becky and Michael continued to live a normal life with their five children.

They even spent a day as a family, messing around, playing games and having fun.

You could say that everything was normal.

Becky and Michael left Ryder in charge whilst they went out for lunch one afternoon.

The pair went out to the local restaurant, "Gary's," and ordered, maybe shared a kiss or two.

The atmosphere was lovely.

"We need to go on vacation with the kids some day," Michael said, and Becky nodded in agreement.

"Yeah.. when was the last time we actually went somewhere, just to get away from real life?"

"I know, right? We're gonna have to book something."

But then it happened.

"Open the till and give me all the money, or you'll die!"

A masked criminal entered the restaurant sharply, sealing the doors closed before he made the deadly threat.

The owner of the restaurant said a simple "no".

This infuriated the criminal, and he forced every diner to the floor, holding each one at gun point in turn.

Soon, everyone was on the floor, except for Becky and Michael.

Why?

Because Michael was going to fight back.

Despite Brooke's mother's last words.

"Being bad gets you nowhere."

Michael advanced on the criminal, and shoved him harshly. "What do you think you're playing at, eh? Threatening innocent people?!"

"Back off me man," the criminal responded slyly, aiming the gun at Michael.

"Michael, stop! He's got a freakin' gun!" Becky had cried, pulling at Michael's arm violently to force him to the ground.

That didn't stop Michael.

"No! I will not let this punk go 'round hurting people!" Michael had retaliated, squaring his shoulders and trying his hardest to appear dominant towards the criminal.

"Wait.. Michael?" the criminal demanded, his tone more calm. "As in.. Jackson, Michael?"

"Yes? Why does that matter?" Michael asked angrily, his eyes locked on the criminal's.

"So you're the guy that murdered my sister!" he growled, removing his mask.

"Who the hell are you?" Michael asked, staring at the man.

"I happen to be Jordie Scarlettson, Rachel Scarlettson's brother. And now I've found you, I can do what I set out to do as soon as I heard about Rachel's death!"

Jordie's voice was quiet and low, as he didn't want any other diners to hear his name, and get him arrested.

"Rachel has a brother?" Becky asked in shock.

"Seems like it," Michael replied quietly.

Jordie turned to face the other diners, and aimed his gun at each of them in turn.

He decided to change his plan entirely in that moment. "You guys got 20 seconds to leave, otherwise you die!"

With that, every person ran for the back door, as the front door was locked.

Becky and Michael got up to run, but Jordie pivoted and faced them quickly, aiming the gun at Michael.

Michael remained still, and swallowed nervously, having had a gun digging into his temple.

His face looked pained, scared for his life.. and he had the right to be in a situation like that.

"You," Jordie smirked. "Are not going anywhere."

He pressed the gun further into Michael's temple, and Michael winced in pain from the pressure Jordie was applying.

"Stop it!" Becky cried, standing up and trying to force the gun away from Michael's head. "Why do you want to get us so bad?!"

"Ah, Becky--"

"And how do you know my name?" Becky asked.

"I knew who Michael was, and Rachel told me that you were his bird.. simple as, really."

"And you still haven't answered my question!" Becky hissed.

"Ah, Becky, you just don't get it, do you?" Jordie asked mockingly. "I don't want you, I just want Michael! He's the one that led my sister to kill herself."

"What?" Becky gasped. "No! You aren't doing this!"

She shoved him, and the gun fell from his hand.

He stood up, and took the gun back in his hand.

"Tryna be clever, are we?" he asked. "Well, let's see how funny you think this is."

He spun the gun around on his forefinger and aimed it back at Michael.

"Well, Mrs Jackson, say goodbye to your husband here," he demanded with an evil laugh.

Becky's eyes filled with tears, as she prayed for a way out of this.

Michael had no tears in his eyes, he was perfectly calm, as if nothing was happening.

He was almost in a trance at that moment in time; a daze.

"Michael.." Becky murmured, her voice breaking from the upset. "I won't let you go.."

"You're gonna have to," Michael replied dejectedly, no emphasis in his words whatsoever.

It was almost as if he'd given up, and accepted defeat; he knew he was going to die.

"I won't," Becky asserted, sitting down by Michael's side, and placing her hand in his. "You and I will never seperate, remember?"

Michael lost it in that moment. Tears formed in his eyes, as he remembered the vows he had spoken with Becky during their wedding. He knew how much those vows meant.

"Jordie.. please don't do this," Michael finally begged.

Jordie pressed the gun further into Michael's head, causing Michael to wince in pain once again.

This had been an event that occured too many times in Becky and Michael's life, only those times before weren't as bad as this.

Becky began to feel dizzy from what was happening, and closed her eyes to try and remove the stress.

It was kind of hard when there was a gun being pointed at her husband's head.

"I'm losing my patience.. Michael, say your last words now, I'm sick of waiting," Jordie spat.

Michael knew he wasn't getting out alive. He just had that feeling.

He took a hold of Becky's hand, and Becky opened her eyes and sat opposite him.

"Becky, look me in the eyes," he demanded softly, and she looked at once. "Listen, I need you to take care of the kids for me, ok? They're gonna need you to look after them, and you'll find another man, and be happy with him, and I'll be alright in heaven--"

"No, Michael!" Becky sobbed, burying her head into Michael's shoulder. "I won't let you go!"

"You have to baby," Michael exhaled.

Seeing the tears in Becky's eyes made tears form in his own eyes.

"I won't," she whispered painfully, squeezing his hands tight. "I won't."

"You're gonna tell the kids.. that daddy's gone to live with.." Michael swallowed to avoid crying. "The angels in the sky, and that he'll come see you soon, like my daughter came to see me.. it'll be ok.. I'll be ok.. I'll come back to you."

"Michael--"

"And baby, I love you more than anything in this world, excluding the kids, and that'll always be the same.. I need you to be strong for me, ok? Cos if I know you won't be, that'll make this harder for me.. and I don't want that," he said, his voice breaking gradually.

"Are you done?" Jordie asked nastily, pushing the gun further into Michael's head. "Cos I'd like to get outta here today."

"Wait," Michael replied sadly, wincing from the feel of the gun in his temple.

His face was red, and beads of sweat were dripping from his black curls and forehead.

He leant his head against Becky's, and looked into her eyes. "I will always love you, and I'll always be here with you. Just remember that."

"Don't let him do this, Michael," Becky cried desperately.

"It's in God's hands now," Michael replied quietly.

Becky nodded, still wishing this wasn't happening, and the pair embraced tightly.

Jordie removed the gun from Michael's head at this moment, and Michael pressed his lips against Becky's with more pressure than he'd ever done before.

He wanted this kiss to be the best they ever shared, as he knew it'd be their last.

He stroked her hair gently, soothing her, letting her know it'd all be ok.

But she wasn't convinced.

She was about to see her husband die.

They slowly pulled away, and looked into one another's eyes.

Michael wasn't even going to try and get out of it now, he had no hope of living.

Unless..

Someone may have called the police?

"Maybe someone's called the police," Michael whispered into Becky's ear, and a dash of reassurance dawned on her.

Jordie, however, was far from entertained with all this.

"You guys are wasting my time. You've said your last words, now you're gonna die!"

It was unbelievable that he hadn't shot before this moment, really.

He seemed pretty laid-back for a gun-toting criminal.

Michael closed his eyes, and held Becky's hand tightly. "I'll miss you, y'know. Always."

"And I'll miss you, too," Becky cried, tears streaming down her face by this point.

"I'll be alright in heaven," Michael assured her.

Becky couldn't answer this, as she was crying too much.

"I love you," she told him quietly.

"I love you more and most, baby," he replied.

They turned out to be his last words.

Jordie pressed the gun against Michael's head once more.

He said no words, just simply looked down on Michael, who looked defeated and weak.

He let out a quiet evil laugh, before..

BANG!

Michael collapsed to the floor with a thud, blood staining his black curls and face.

Jordie dropped the gun to the floor, and fled the building.

Becky, however, sat numb, clutching Michael's hand, rocking backwards and forwards from the trauma.

She gradually felt his pulse drop, until it was nothingness.

And once that happened, she let out an agonising cry of pain for the loss of her husband.

She watched as his deep brown eyes, the ones she had obsessed over so much as a young girl, gradually grew shallow.

She never thought she'd see the day that Michael's eyes grew shallow.

She tried to close his eyes with her fingers, but they remained open, and stared up at the ceiling, glazed over.

This was a sight she never thought she'd see.

She buried her head into his chest, and sobbed.

"Michael.." she cried, wishing it was all a dream. "No, come back, please! I need you! I need you Michael!"

She lifted her head and saw the gun lying on the floor.

Tears blurring her vision, she looked at it, then back at Michael sadly.

It was an in-the-moment decision.

But she made that decision.

She reached her shaking hand out towards the gun, and took it from the floor, feeling the weight of the metal in her hand.

Her breathing was rough and shallow, as she lifted the gun, her gaze fixated on it.

"If you can kill my husband.." she muttered logically. "Then you can kill me, too.."

And within that moment, she lifted the gun to her own forehead, and closed her eyes.

"Goodbye, sad, cruel, bad world," she bid farewell, tears in her eyes. "I'm taking the easy option out. You may be bad to others, but you ain't bad to me."

"Ryder, my oldest baby, I love you. Electra, my wonderful young woman, I love you. Dexter, my little Prince, I love you. Alex, my little man, I love you. Alexa, my little Princess, I love you. Little brother Ryan, I'm going to see Jack, mom, dad and grandmother now. Don't feel pain or sadness for me. I'll be in a better place. I love you. And finally.. Michael, my perfect King, I'll see you very soon. I love you."

She inhaled deeply, knowing that would be her last breath.

She set the trigger with her finger, and felt a tear fall down her cheek as she pulled it.

BANG!

She collapsed alongside Michael, and the pair lay lifeless on the floor of Gary's restaurant.

--

The children got word of their parents' death through a passer-by of the restaurant, who walked by as the gunshot that killed Becky sounded.

They immediately rang the police and ran inside, cautious in case any criminal was lurking inside.

They caught sight of Becky and Michael laying there, and gasped in shock.

"Becky! Michael!"

The passer-by was Brooke.

She rang an ambulance, which took Becky and Michael to the hospital, and then she called all their children.

All five of them arrived together at the hospital, and awaited the report on their parents.

"I'm so sorry, guys," the doctor came and said. "But Mr and Mrs Jackson passed away earlier this afternoon."

--

Becky and Michael were pronounced dead in the early afternoon, on June 25th 2009, at precisely 2:27pm.

Michael was just 50 years old, and Becky only 44.

A simple lunch had caused the deaths of two people who would be missed dearly by all that knew them.

To Becky and Michael, it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

But to those who loved and cared for them, the pain would last a lifetime.

--

"They were good people, but sometimes they tried to act too badass for their own good," Ryder told family, friends and relatives at the pair's funeral. "And we know one thing for sure, mom and dad.."

His siblings agreed tearfully, as Ryder blew a kiss into the air, aiming at the heaven that would be home to their parents for eternity.

He concluded his eulogy, blinking back tears.

"We know that.. you're just not like that. You're not badass at all. You're respectable, and we're gonna miss you like crazy. I love you, mom and dad. You're amazing.." he said, a smile on his face. "And, my God, for sure, You Ain't Bad.."

So..... were you expecting that? It's certainly.. well, crazy. Obviously there'll be no sequel, the reasons obviously known based on this chapter :( I almost cried writing this, seriously. But that's it! You Ain't Bad is over! Again, I wanna thank every single reader of this story, cos without you, I would be nothing. You're amazing! And I know this book isn't as popular as it started out to be but... it's been fun. It's the end of an era. Bye guys. You Ain't Bad is officially over <3
~MissJackson777

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You Ain't Bad – completed May 15, 2015.