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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 16
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Recall: After Misty and Michael shares an intimate encounter on the beach, they return at sunrise, only to find Lisa Marie about to confront them. My heart dropped to my stomach. Her anger was so strong. Her face was flushed red. Both of her fists were balled up. She was literally boiling livid. Michael and I stood, overwhelmed and obviously scared by her anger. We just had blank looks on our faces, not knowing what to do, nor what to say. "Where the hell have you been?" She asked in a deep stern voice, about ready to explode, "And what were you doing with her?" "Um, w--" I tried to explain, but she rudely interrupted me. "Shut up, I'm not talking to you," she lashed out while pointing her finger at me. "Answer the question, Michael. Where have you been and what were you doing with her?" "W-We took a walk on the beach since it's been hard to sleep." It was clear that Michael was lying through his teeth. "That's a bullshit lie," Lisa said, still in a stern calm voice. Her tone of voice scared both of us and it triggered her explosion. "I'll tell you what you were doing..." Then she slowly walked to the wall and took a picture of Michael, which was kept in a frame, from the frame hanger and held it tightly into her hand. "Lisa, what are you doing?" Michael asked, worried about his picture. The picture that she had taken was his most valued picture. It was a picture of Michael and I posing with Mickey Mouse when we had gone to Disneyland for my eighteenth birthday. "Please put my picture back on the wall," he continued. Lisa Marie ignored him. She then took her rage even further, and just let it all unfold. She smashed Michael's framed picture with the glass splattered into countless pieces and the pieces laid everywhere. Michael's face was plastered in shock, but also sudden anger. "LISA! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" he shouted as he ran to pick up the pieces of glass. She again ignored him. "Oh my God. Look at what you've done. This was my favorite picture," Michael continued, more heartbroken than angry. Lisa didn't say a word to him. "You pack your shit and you get the fuck out of my house," Lisa fiercely said to me. "Hey, you can't just throw her out. She's my guest." "Michael, I don't care. She needs to go. Ever since she's gotten here, she's been causing nothing but trouble," she said, "Do what I say, pack your shit and get the fuck out of my fucking house." My heart felt cold. I wanted to apologize for everything and let all of the tension come to an end, but it didn't matter. She hated me, and she always would hate me. "Please, let me expla--" "No, I don't wanna hear your mouth. Just pack your fuckin' clothes and leave my Goddamn house before I kick your ass." "Hey, hey, don't you dare threaten her," Michael said, coming to my defense. "I just don't believe you," she said, "She doesn't even know you like I do. And you're gonna side with her? You know what, Michael, you can get out of my house too." "You can't just throw me out of my house. I'm the one who paid for this whole ranch. Don't you dare tell me who leaves this house," Michael said fiercely, setting Lisa straight. "You know what? Fine, I'll just leave." "No, you can stay here. Come on, Misty, let's go." "Where are you going?" "We'll just stay at my condo in Los Angeles. At least you won't have any disturbances." Then he slammed the door in her face and we walked back to his car... TBC... **This part to me really sucked but I'll come up with something better, and if I run out of ideas fast, I'll just end it a little early. But anyway, hope you enjoyed! :)**
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