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At Last (Part Twenty-four)
Hey! Wanna dedicate this to mjsite peeps, MJ, and the Japanese people who are suffering. I really am praying for them. enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Me: You're his fiancee'? Lisa Marie: Yes, I am his fiancee'. He proposed to me...not you. Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did this bitch just say?! Really, I was pissed off that this broad just insulted me, but I had to be a lady and not lose my mind. Me: Excuse me? Lisa Marie: Let me slow it down for you...He..propsoed to me...not you. Ya get it? How rude! This bitch don't even know me, and already she tryna spit some game! If this was 1987, would've smoked that bitch right on spot, but I didn't. I've grown up since then. But she sure was lucky this wasn't back then. If it was, she would've been a dead ho walkin'. I just tried to be the bigger person and keep my cool. I was so pissed! I was pissed off at this chick, but I was also mad at Michael. After everything I had done for him, he decided to do this to me. I had wasted all of my valuable money and my time to help him and he just goes out and does this. He knew how much in love with him I was, and he knew that I would've walked through the firery pits of hell, just for him. This made me upset. I felt cheated, mistreated, lied to, and disrespected. I just wanted to march over there, and show those bitches not to mess with me! I was referring to Michael and that Lisa chick. I was just about to cuss her out over the phone, but I didn't. Me: You know what? I don't wanna talk to him anymore. (hangs up) Ooh, I wanted to start a riot. I know it sounds very violent and over the top, but I wanted to start a war and I meant it! There were only three words to describe what I was feeling: LIVID AS HELL...I was a mad sista! And you never wanna mess with a mad sista, because it gets ugly. I was ENRAGED! I wanted to punch something, like, seriously! Oh, I forgot to tell you, but when I was about 13 or 14, I had to take anger management classes, because sometimes, I would get so mad, I would break and rip things apart, and I would cuss out anybody in sight. I think my uncontrolled anger was kickin' in again after all these years...because I threw things across the room, and I was cussing up a storm to myself. Just then, my head bumped into a wall, and I slid down and cried my eyes out. I hated Michael at this point. I hated him! Everytime I would hear his name, I would feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't bear to see him, and I hoped that I never would see him again. To me, he wasn't my friend, and I damn sure wasn't in love with him anymore. He was my enemy, and I despised him! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Two years later, July 15, 1995* On that rainy day, endless clouds of gray blocked the sun, and rain was just pouring and pouring down on Earth's surface. I was in my raincoat and umbrella walking to my car from the grocery store, holding my umbrella with one hand and a bag of groceries with another. I was walking out of the automatic doors of the store and when I walked past a newspaper stand, my eyes went past the newspaper article, but my eyes had to go back. The headline said, "Michael & Lisa Semi-Naked in 'You Are Not Alone'!" and there was a picture of him and her kissing to go along with it. Tears started to come out of my eyes, but bravely, I brushed it off and continued to walk to my car, acting like it didn't affect me at all. I hadn't talked to Michael since I found out that he was engaged to that bitch, who is Elvis's daughter, by the way. She was a spitting image of him, and it was so sick that she was ten years younger than Michael. Ten years? I mean, c'mon! Anyway, even though I didn't have any form of contact with Michael anymore, that didn't stop me from letting my children see the man who brought them into the world. I didn't want to keep them from their father, because of the issue with me and him. That's not fair if I had done that. They eventually became affected by me not talking to Michael. I remember my seven year old son, Mikey, approached me and asked, "Mom, why don't you talk to Daddy anymore?" I had to tell him that he had been very busy lately. I couldn't tell him that his father was really a two-timing dog, who proposed to another woman while he and his mother were beginning to get back together. That night, while the children were peacefully sleeping in their rooms, getting some rest before homeschool the next day, I just sat on the kitchen table, just sitting there and staring into space, when my phone rung. Me: Hello? ??: Hi, Felicity. Me: Who is this? ??: Aw, come on, Felicity! It's me, Michael... I froze at that point. Me: Michael? Michael: Yes. I couldn't believe this crap! After all of the crap he had put me through, he sounded happy when he called me. This pissed me off. Me: What the hell are you happy for? Michael: (confused) What? What are you talking about? Me: You know goddamn well what i'm talking about! Look, just leave me the hell alone! Michael: But I'm sorry... Me: Did you hear the words that just came out of my mouth? LEAVE ME ALONE! Why don't you have some passionate sex with the bitch that you married? (hangs up) I slammed the phone down the table, I put my head down and shed a lot of tears. Why would he do this to me? He was my love for a very long time and he knew that. He knew how crazy I was about him, and then he just ripped my heart into endless broken pieces. I thought that we would get married and have a huge family, like we dreamed, but it was just to good to be true. I went upstairs in misery. Once I got to my bedroom, I searched for pictures of Michael and I when were two young fools in love, before all of the confusion came up. I looked at a picture of him and I on the set of "Smooth Criminal." We looked a little like this: http://photos.posh24.com/p/535991/l/michael_jackson/michael_jacksons_most_iconic_fashion_choices.jpg (The makeup that they put on me made me look very weird. I don't look like that at all. The makeup made me look ugly. lol) We look happy in that picture. Twenty minutes went by of me crying my eyes out, and then the doorbell rang. I quickly put on my robe,(I was only in my bra and panties) and I went downstairs to answer. Once I opened the door, my calm mannner turned into anger, because...Michael happened to be right in front of me. He hadn't changed, except his hair. It was now in a black bob instead of those long, jet black curls I had always known. He looked like this: (he looked ashamed like in this picture) http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yA6uhaC-Uac/SOWrM7k6OdI/AAAAAAAAAtM/ABXAOP-_Vf0/S1600-R/dvd_vi10.jpg I was so angry at him, I just wanted to actually hit him, but that wasn't very nice...but he hurt me so badly. He told me that I was the only one he could run to, but I wasn't the only one. Me: Look, what did I tell you? Leave me alone! Michael: But, I-- Me: (cuts him off) I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT! GET AWAY! Michael: Please try to understand. I admit I was wrong, but-- Me: (cuts him off once again) You know, I did everything for you. I took care of you, even though I had bigger and better things to do. I had a life to lie, but, no! I wanted to take care of you and make sure that you were okay! I flew across the goddamn globe, I ran inside the hospital, in the pouring rain, and i even fought three men, soaking wet, just to make sure your ass was alive! Was your wife there when you needed to be taken care of? Was she there when you collapsed? And was she there for you when you needed her the most for eight long years? NO, SHE WASN'T! You wanna know who was there? ME! I was there, not that bitch! I gave birth to your children, not that bitch! She wasn't there by your side, I was! I saved all of my love for you, Michael. I actually thought that we were gonna get married and die together, but...I was wrong. So, you can get out of my face now! Michael: (stands there with tears in his eyes) I feel terrible for this... I wasn't gonna listen to his cryin', boo-hooin' and all that shit. Me: BYE! (slams the door in his face) Since I didn't lock the door, Michael took it upon himself to open up the door and randomly walk into my house. Me: What the hell? (Michael grabs me close to him) WHAT ARE YOU DOIN', YOU IDIOT?! Michael: Talk to me, please! Me: GET OUT OR I WILL CALL THE COPS! Michael: (sobbing) I'M SUCH A FOOL! I'M SO STUPID! (falls down to his knees) Whoa...did Michael fall down to his knees, crying like a baby? That showed that he was sorry. I just saw the pain and regret in his eyes. I calmed down. Me: (trying to get him to calm down) Michael? Michael? He continued to sob, "I'M SORRY!" Me: Michael, it's alright. (helps him up) Michael: (has his head down) Softly, I lifted his chin up, and I gently wiped the tears away from his eyes with my fingers. Me: Michael...you really do care. Michael: I'm sorry... Me: Aw, it's alright. Michael: No it's not. I treated you wrong and I'm so ashamed. My life is falling apart. Me: (putting my hand on his shoulder) What do you mean? Michael: Uh...Lisa wants to divorce me. Me: What??? TBC... Vote ya'll!!!!!!!!
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