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I Can Treat You Better...*Part Fifteen*
ENJOY!! <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- On that glorious morning, the sun was shining brightly, causing a bright light to hit the room, making the whole room glow. There, I woke up in bed, next to Michael as he was resting his head on my left breast, while he had his whole arm around me. We had nothing on but a blanket and there was still leftover sweat on our bodies. Last night was so amazing. I felt like a princess, and it was really the first time where I felt loved and wanted just the way I was. I was glad to share an incredible night with a man who truly was in love with me. This was the first time I knew what a man was really supposed to do for a woman that he cared about. I kissed Michael's caramel forehead gently, while whispering, "Michael, it's time to get up..." His eyes awoken slowly, and there he greeted me weakly, "Good morning, beautiful. Some night we had, huh?" I replied, "Oh, yes." Just then Michael got out of bed, walked into his bathroom completely nude, where I did nothing but stare at his cute, little buttcheeks. He turned the shower on and while he walked back to pick out some clothes he would wear, the door opened and it was Chelsea. Chelsea: (gasps) Michael flinched and really was flabbergasted. Michael: (embarrased) Uh...Chelsea...(covers his body with a random shirt) Chelsea: Wow! So, that's what happened last night. (looks at me) Me: (looks down) Uh... Chelsea: (laughs) I'll just leave you two alone, and uh...Michael? Michael: Yes? Chelsea: Nice butt. (winks and closes the door) Now, I just had to laugh there. That was hilarious!! Michael's cheeks were the reddest I had ever seen. I kept on laughing, and I was laughing so hard, I thought I was going to die! Man, I was so weak! Michael: Uh... Me: Well, she does have a point. (gets out of bed) I started to walk past him to get in the shower. Me: Shower with me, you sexy thing. (squeezes his butt) He squealed like a little girl, playfully hit my arm, and yelled, "Stop it!" I laughed even harder. He was such a drama king! :) He entered the shower beside me and we started to wash each other with soap as he was caressing my wet naked body and sweetly kissing me on the back of the neck. He was stroking my hair back and forth while applying sweet-smelling lavender shampoo to it. While the warm water were all over us, there was firery lust going on in there as well. We were doing all types of kissing, from regular kissing to french-kissing. We were navigating each other's bodies with our bare hands as well as soap. It was amazing and it was something that I would never do with Rick. Michael would do all of the great things that Rick would never do. Instead of being physically pushed in the shower with cold water hitting your body, making me scream, I was comforted in the shower with warm water, being secured by a man who loved me dearly. Instead of sleeping cold and naked on the floor, I slept in a warm bed, naked, but warm with the man who I would spend everyday with. After our shower, we got dressed and later on in the day, I would stop at my house to pack my things and say goodbye to Rick. I knew that he sobered up while I was away, and I knew that he was going to be pissed. As I walked out of Michael's limo, I walked up to the steps in pure fear, but I didn't really have anything to fret about, because I brought Michael with me, just in case things went wrong. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Rick sitting on the table with eyes just red from anger and hatred. Rick: Where in the hell have you been? I was scared as hell, but I was angry as hell also. I finally had my anger show, because I was tired of being mistreated, and I had to put a stop to it. Me: Rick, I am sick and tired of you putting your hands on me. You think you're a man, just because you think you can control me, but I'm standing up to you now. Let me tell you something right now. You can treat one of your other bitches like this, because I am NOT putting up with this anymore! I'm leaving you for good and don't think that you saying "sorry" will make things better, because your charm is gonna wear off. Rick, you are not a man, and you don't love me, because you're nothing but a little bitch! Rick forcefully grabbed me by my hair, and said in my ear: Rick: Bitch, what did you call me?! Me: (gets in his face) I SAID YOU'RE NOTHIN' BUT A LITTLE-- Before I could yell out, "bitch," he gave a sharp slap on the face. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me and pushed me on the floor. I screamed for Michael to help me. Me: (screaming on the top of my lungs) MICHAEL!! MICHAEL!! Rick: Michael ain't gonna do nothin'! I'll beat his ass too! Michael sprinted inside immediately, and gave Rick the most stern and enraged look he ever gave anyone. His voice was deep and serious, and very stern. Michael was totally pissed off. He was so mad, you could make a boiled egg on his face. He turned into the Incredible Hulk, I tell ya! Michael: (gets in his face) First of all, you're not gonna beat anyone's ass. Rick: (scoffs) You think you bad, don't you? You ain't gon do nothin'! Michael: Touch her and you're dead. Rick: Psh! Whatever... Michael: (grabs him by his shirt) MAN, I'M SERIOUS! Rick: (pushes him) GET OFF ME, PUNK! (to me) Imma beat the hell out you, ho! (kicks me in the ribs) I started screaming bloody murder, and Michael grabbed him away from me, and slapped the hell out of him, making Rick fall to the floor. Rick: (getting up) Oh, hell no! You're gonna get it, punk! Michael: Bring it! (balls up his fists) I will do anything for the woman I love! Rick: WHAT?! You love my girl? Michael: (stands bravely) Yes! Yes, I do love her! I had loved her from the start! You don't deserve her and she deserves me! Rick: Did you sleep with her? Michael: Yes, I did! In fact, I had her grabbing onto the sheets, moaning and groaning! Rick looked directly at Michael with such burning, piercing eyes that looked almost animal-like. He was soooo livid! Michael: (to me) Melinda...I LOVE YOU with all of my heart and you don't have to deal with this anymore. Melinda...will you-- Just as Michael was about to ask the complete question, Rick's fist came in contact with Michael's face and it knocked him straight down, causing him to collapse onto the floor on his stomach and he didn't move. His body didn't make one movement, whatsoever. He looked dead. Me: (gasps) MICHAEL!!! Just as I got off the floor to check on him, Rick grabbed complete hold of me and slapped me senseless. He did worse. he busted my head into the wall as Michael was still laying there, looking lifeless. I guess my screaming attracted the neighbors, because within two minutes, the police barged in the house, and forced Rick to the wall, handcuffed him and dragged him off to prison, while the ambulance came in and carried Michael away on a stretch bed. Blood was all over Michael's face, but the good thing was that he was still alive. I was running to get to him, but some police officer held me away from him. I screamed for him to let me go so I could get to at least hold Michael's hand, but I couldn't. Michael was at the hospital all week and all that week, the tabloids were all over the place, and they were barging me as well. The "National Enquirer" had this posted: "Michael Jackson Violently Attacked!" The magazine, "Globe" had this reported: "On April 28th, pop icon Michael Jackson had been physically assaulted by actress's Melinda Sanders-Smith's ex-boyfriend, Rick Chavens at Smith's home after Jackson had a heated confrontation with Chavens, declaring that the superstar had had sexual intercourse with the 'Sandra James' actress. It was reported that upon hearing the news, Chavens then punched Jackson directly in the face, causing him to land on the floor. Chavens then continued to assault Smith, and her screaming had disturbed neighbors, causing them to call local police. As reported, Rick Chavens had been abusive to Smith since January, 1989. The night before the incident, Smith snuck out of the house to Jackson's Neverland Ranch, and there, Smith and Jackson engaged in sexual activity..." *May 10, 1989* Michael came back from the hospital and I was so excited to see him again. He didn't look any different, except for a black eye and an almost-healed lip. While he was away, I had gotten the shock and the suprise of my life, and I wanted it to be special. TBC... Pretty long, huh? lol! Just vote, please!! :)
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