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1987 lovers part 16
Michael and I headed to the photo shoot, everything was quiet but I could hear Michael humming which made me smile, he looked at me and smiled. When we got to the place where the photo shoot was being held we got out of the limo, there were some paparazzi roaming the streets circling us. But we ignored them and walked in to the building. I went to make-up while Michael went to wardrobe. While I was getting my make-up, Joe and a couple friends came in to talk. Joe: Hey Michael Michael: (a little surprised) Hello Joe, whatâ??s up? Joe: I just wanted to wish you guys luck today with the photo shoot Michael: Well thank you Joe: So whereâ??s Kelly, I wanna wish her luck Michael: sheâ??s getting her make-up done, down the hall first door on your right Joe: Thank you Joe smiled and so did his two friends; they walked down to my room. My make-up artist left to go get the hair dresser. Joe and his friends walked into my room and closed the door; one of his buddies locked it. Joe: (smiling) Hi Kelly Me: (I get up out of my chair and turn around) um, Joe Joe: (his face looked filled with anger) Me: Joe? Right as I said his name he gripped tightly onto my neck and slammed me against the wall gripping tighter and tighter onto my neck. I was un-able to speak Joe: Listen, youâ??ve got everyone in the family fooled but me. You just got pregnant so my son wouldnâ??t leave you. Get out of my sonâ??s life; get out of my familyâ??s life. Do you understand me?! Me: (trying to nod my head) Joe: I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! (He slammed me up against the wall again bruising my back) Me: (I mouthed) yes Joe: If you ever, I mean if you EVER come back here or back to Michael, my buddies and I will kill you and that baby youâ??re carrying. (He threw me onto the floor) Get out of my sight, get out of America, donâ??t you ever come back. I ran out of the building crying, I was scared. I just ran and ran and ran! I ran up to Michaelâ??s house and got in my car and left, with out leaving Michael and note or anything. I drove to the airport and got onto the next flight to London. When I got into my seat I sat near the window and just bawled my eyes out I cried myself to sleep, before I knew it I was in London. I got off the plane and went to my hotel, until I found a place to live. *6 months later* Iâ??ve been secluded in London now away from Michael for 6 months. Iâ??m now 8 and half months pregnant, and Iâ??m ready to pop like a balloon. One of my family members had actually come to visit me, Nadi. She came by to see if I was okay, and she wanted to check in on things. I already had a crib for the baby and clothes; Iâ??m having a girl I found out about 2 months ago during my ultrasound. Iâ??m very excited, and Iâ??ve been thinking of names. Nadiâ??s still with me. Today Iâ??m sitting on the couch watching TV while Nadi is cleaning up in the kitchen, I felt something warm and liquidly run down my leg. Me: NADI!!! Nadi: (runs into the living room) Whatâ??s going on?! (She ran over to me) Me: (I gripped onto her shirt collar) I just went into labor thatâ??s whats going on!!! Nadi: Oh god! Oh God! What do I do?!! Me: GET ME TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL!!! NOW!! Nadi: OKAY!!! She helped quickly to the car and drove to the nearest hospital. I already felt the contractions and I had to close my eyes tightly a few times from the pain, when we got into the hospital I was quickly wheeled to the delivery room. Doctor: Okay, Ms. Burn we need you to push Me: (i started thinking about Michael) Then I felt a sharp pain. Doctor: come on push!! Me: I CANâ??T DO THIS WITH OUT MICHAEL!! To be continued...
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