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Dare To Love 2

They were closing up the club and I was in the restroom washing my hands, face and chewing on alot of mints. Lytrell was out of site at this point so I walked home in the wee hours of the morning. I couldnt help but think of Michael Jackson giving me his number. I mean really, folks! It's not everyday a mega star hands out their number to you. And who cares that I'll be Liz in his eyes. I was getting closer and closer and my heart was beating at a million times per second. I crept in hoping to go unnoticed when the light flicked on and I yelped and even tumbled over in fear. Hovering over me was a man with this chilling look  on his face. His big hands balled into fists and his teeth gritted together in anger. "Ch-Chad you scared me." I said shakily trying to get up. Instead he pushed me back down roughly on the floor my back hitting the planks hard. "WHERE WERE YOU, YOU UGLY BITCH?" he asked screaming every word in anger. I didn't answer him. He shook me and tears formed in my eyes as he did that. "Out with Lytrell at a club. I'm sorry." I said crying. He slapped me hard across the face and my head banged onto the floor. I feel I deserved that. Who was I to go to a club picking up guys and smoking funny things knowing Chad was at home? "NEXT TIME I'M GONNA KILL YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!" he yelled. "Yes sir. I mean yes Chad." I said to him. i slept on the couch that night and could barely even think straight. That last hit on the head stung. I rumaged through my bag and seeing Michael's number made me guilty all of a sudden. So, I tried my luck and called him. "Hello?" someone said drowsily. I could tell it was him. "Oh hey, there. It's me Jord- I mean Liz. How are you?" I asked whispering so Chad wouldnt come down and get all suspicious. "Oh hello Liz. I'm fine just a bit drowsy." he said giggling a little. "I won't be calling you ever so please don't call me. It's for the best. Bye." I said all too quickly before hanging up. The next day, I woke up and made Chad blueberry pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, and a hamburger from scratch. "Hi." I said cheerfully. He just gave me a dry hello and sat at the table muching away. "Would you like freshly squezzed orange juice or some coffee?" I asked sweetly. "I would like to go to work. Something all responsible adults do." he said gathering his food opting to eat in front of the tv. I decided to let it go and start doing the dishes. The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" I yelled leaving the dishes and rushing to the door. It was none other than Michael Jackson. I closed the door and we were outside. "How did you find out where I lived?" I asked. "Your friend Yvette told me. You know the one you were with yesterday." he said. Lytrell told him. "Oh yes. Isn't Yvette the darling of the year?" I said hoping Chad wasn't seeing any of this. "Liz, let me help you." Those 5 okay 4 words just did something to me. My heart just warmed for a while. Here was someone willing to help me a proven loser. "I need a job." I said. A job is a start dont you think? "A job? Well are you any good at hair stuff and all? I could use a-" "Totally. I used to work part time at a hair salon before  oh never mind." my voice rose in excitement. "When do you wanna start?" he
asked. "You tell me,boss." I said smiling. Just then the moment was ruined by Chad showing up eating a pancake I made. "Oh, umm Michael this is Chad and umm he's my husband."

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