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Not Ready To Make Nice: Part 4
*Hey this is Cait, and here's a new part to Not Ready To Make Nice, I hope you all enjoy this part. It might not be all that great, because I couldn't really think of anything really. I just hope you all like it. :) Not alot to say only I hope you like this part, and also this goes out to the guys that like reading my stories and also this goes out to Michael Jackson!!! :D* Daddy: JOE!!! Alright...maybe that wasn't the best idea I ever had telling him Joe slapped the shit out of my face but really...I had to... -Daddy's Point Of View- How the HELL can he slap her like that! He never puts his hands on my childeren! EVER! I walked down the stairs into the kitchen to see Sarah in the kitchen talking to Janet and Marlon while Joe was sitting in the kitchen as if nothing he did happened. I walked over to him, and he looked up at me. Joe: What do you want boy? I did something I never did before to him. I balled my fist up and slammed it into his face...hard! That earned me a gasp from Sarah, Janet and even Marlon. I had no idea Eliza was listening from the top stairs. Joe: WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? Me: DON'T YOU EVER LAY A HAND ON MY DAUGHTER, JOE! EVER! Joe: I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH THAT BRAT! Me: SHE'S NOT A BRAT! SHE'S MY DAUGHTER, AND YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER! IT'S BAD ENOUGH YOU SLAPPED AND HIT US WHEN WE WERE LITTLE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAVE TRIED NO TO FALL INTO YOUR FOOTSTEPS! I DON'T EVER WANT MY KIDS TO BE IN THE SAME SITIUATION THAT ME AND GUYS WERE IN GROWING UP WITH YOU! I saw everyone look at me with their eyes widened. I know this is the first time they heard me actually yell at Joe like this, but I have to settle this now, and here. I took a deep breath in and out, and walked out of the kitchen to see Eliza up at the top of the steps staring down at the bottom. I saw her eyes were saddened. I started to walk up the stairs, but just as I made it to the first step, she ran back to her room. I ran after her. She ran into her room, and flung herself onto her bed and started to sob loudly into her sheets to her bed. I sat down beside her and smoothed down her back with my hand. She still kept on crying her eyes out. Me: Babygirl, calm down. It's alright. Eliza: *Mumbling into her sheets* Me: Baby, calm down. Look at me, look at me. Eliza: *Gets up from her bed**Hides into my chest* Me: That's not looking at me, Eliza. Now look. Eliza: *Looks at me* Me: *Cups her face**Uses my thumbs on each hand and wipes her tears away* It's gonna be alright sweete. Daddy's right here. *Hugs her* I'm right here. I sat down with her somemore. Maybe her leaving is a good thing right now. I know she might not like it, but it just seems right for right now. I guess I gotta bring this up again. Me: Baby girl... Eliza: *Sniffles* Y-yes, Daddy... Me: I know you don't want too...but please, I think it's better if you go with your grandmother this time alright? Eliza: *Silent* Me: *Hugs her tightly* Eliza:...Okay, Daddy.... Me: Okay, baby girl. *Hugs her tightly again* This is gonna be hard for everyone. -Few weeks later- -Eliza's point of view- I was in the front of the house helping Blanket get into his car seat. Prince and Paris was holding onto Daddy, not wanting to leave. But I guess we have to for right now. Daddy came over and placed them into the car. He kissed them on their heads, and come over the Blanket's side of the car. He kissed him on his head as well. I got into the car before he could get to me. As I was looking down I felt someone kiss the top of my head. I blinked a couple of times, looked up and saw Daddy. I smiled some, then went back to frowning again. He leaned into the window and whispered into my ear. Daddy: Your gonna watch them aren't you? Me: *Nods* Yeah, Daddy. I will... Daddy: *Smiles**Kisses my cheek* Bye babygirl. Me: Bye Daddy. Granny Kathy: Alright sweeties, say bye bye to Daddy. Paris: Bye Daddy. *Crawls over on my lap**Kisses his nose* Daddy: Bye Princess. *Smiles* Prince: Bye Daddy. *Blows him a kiss* Daddy: Bye, Son. Blanket: ye, Addy! Daddy: Bye, kiddo. I love you guys. Me, PP&B: We love you too, Daddy. We started driving off. I looked out this window, and saw how all too fermilliar this feeling was. I just couldn't think of it actually. Maybe because I've been in this postition before. And that was back in '93. I guess you all need to know about that. I think I'll tell you... -12yrs ago; 1993- Me:http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://about-face.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/istock_000003385345small.jpg&imgrefurl=http://about-face.org/blog/archives/120&usg=__ZSRkBJkFgt5x1N4kFydG4cAd3TU=&h=848&w=566&sz=451&hl=en&start=0&sig2=DzuDd6uiMlxvibd7icotIw&zoom=1&tbnid=923ONbY-EiOcRM:&tbnh=163&tbnw=109&ei=q1WuTLrQDITGlQfsnPj2BA&prev=/images%3Fq%3D3%2Byear%2Bold%2Blittle%2Bgirl%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1276%26bih%3D602%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=1050&vpy=189&dur=1404&hovh=275&hovw=183&tx=101&ty=163&oei=q1WuTLrQDITGlQfsnPj2BA&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=15&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0 Daddy:http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://si.wsj.net/public/resources/images/WK-AM177_COVER__20080612174034.jpg&imgrefurl=http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121331476011469961.html&usg=__8_BEnh9o-ntpnktUgIrMcmHO8nw=&h=204&w=300&sz=17&hl=en&start=115&sig2=onCabvyGmu_KvP6aWAzRXg&zoom=1&tbnid=kY9ix4bIoKPUIM:&tbnh=129&tbnw=174&ei=X1auTO3PHcrAnAfVlY3uBQ&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmichael%2Bjackson%2B1993%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1276%26bih%3D602%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C2419&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=491&vpy=136&dur=2433&hovh=163&hovw=240&tx=159&ty=110&oei=HVauTPCODYa8lQfthIjoDw&esq=6&page=6&ndsp=20&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:115&biw=1276&bih=602 Daddy: *Coming back stage after singing "Man In The Mirror"* Me: *Running to him* Daddy! Daddy: *Bends down and picks me* Hey baby. You liked the show? Me: Yeah! Daddy: Really? Me: Yeah! Yeah! *Smiles big* Daddy: Well, that's good. Me: Mmhmm. *Hugs him around his neck* Daddy, can we go now? Daddy: Yeah, baby girl. We can go now. As Daddy was leaving with me in his arm, Ernie; one of his bodyguards, came over to us. Daddy looked at him. Daddy: Ernie...what's wrong? Ernie: Mike, we need to talk. Daddy: About what? Ernie: You? Daddy: What about me? Ernie: Just fallow me, and we'll talk about it. Daddy: Okay. Daddy put me down, and told me to stay there. I didn't know this was going to be the start of everything that happened to him. To Be Continued... *I know this sucked, but I ran out of ideas. But this is gonna get better as it goes on. And I'm not leaving, not even if Shari can I.P. us. I came to this site cause I love it. And this is where I feel I can love Mike, and not get made fun of because of it. Well, I'm gonna go now. I'm just out of ideas now. Well, see ya till next time. BYE!!! :D*
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