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At Last (Part Fifteen)
Hello, yall! This is part fifteen and I want to dedicate this to the mjsite peeps, MJ, and those over in Japan who are going through rough things right now. I pray for those who are affected by this. enjoy ---------------------------------------------------------------- *A Month Later, September of 1992* Life was very hard for me at this time. I know that having a baby should be a joyful time in your life, but it wasn't. It was hell on earth. Having two small children and a partner who doesn't have time to help you take care of them is very stressful. Natalie would cry all night long and every five minutes, I would check on her. That would make me not get enough sleep. If I was lucky, I would get 4 hours of sleep, but on average nights, more like mornings, I would only get 2 hours, not even. Little Michael would also cry everytime he wasn't around his father, and that was all the time. He would throw temper tantrums and he would scream, begging his father not to go. It had gotten so bad, he would have accidents on himself, so that just made motherhood hell times two. I was also stressed about my love life. My life would've been easier if I didn't have to worry about that. One night, Michael and I had a serious and heated discussion. We were in our Romanian hotel room and I wouldn't even look at him. Michael: Are you alright? Me: (has my head down, crying) Michael: (sympathetic) Look at me. (lifts up my chin) Relax. Just then, out of nowhere, I snapped and snarled at him. Me: NO, MICHAEL! I CAN'T RELAX! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO RELAX! Michael: Why did you just snap like that? Me: BECAUSE YOU'RE TELLING ME HOW TO RELAX, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO RELAX, YOURSELF! SO SHUT UP! Michael: What is your problem? Me: Maybe my problem is you! Ever thought about that? Michael: (looking hurt and suprised, about to cry) I looked back on what I said and what I did. I felt bad. Michael didn't do anything wrong. I was just being a bitch, that's all. It wasn't Michael's fault; it was mine. I realized what I did was so mean. I regret it and I take my words back. Me: Oh my God...I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean it. Michael: (has red, hurt eyes with tears falling) Then why did you say it? Me: The stress is so aggravating, I'm just taking it out on you, which is wrong. (starting to cry) Veins are starting to pop out of my head, my hair is falling out, I've been losing weight, my blood pressure's up the roof, I have bags under my eyes from no sleep...I can't take it anymore! (sobs) Regardless of what I had just said to Michael that hurt him deeply, he still managed to console me. Michael: (holds me) It's okay. (kisses my forehead) He kept whispering in my ear, "Just let it out, honey." It reminded me of when I first cried in front of him and he comforted me. I held him as I cried in his arms. I couldn't take the stress anymore. It was just too much to handle. If I went on with this stressful life, it would eventually end up killing me. It was killing me already. I had to do something to take the stress away and it wasn't going to be easy, but I needed to do it. Me: Michael...(gets off of him) There's no easy way for me to say this, but...I think we should go our seperate ways. When Michael heard those words, "Go our separate ways," his face just crumbled into a million pieces. It really broke his heart. Michael: What? Felicity, we've been together for five years. (starting to cry) Y-You can't do this. Me: (crying also) Michael, I'm sorry, but...you'll move on. You don't need me. Michael: NO! I definitely need you. You're the only one that I love. You satisfy me and you understand me. I can't possibly have another woman who can do that like you. Me: No, it's true. You don't, but it's not like we can't be friends. You will definitely see me because of our kids. Michael: I know, but...I love you. Me: I know you do, and I love you, too, but it's good for the both of us. Michael: How? Me: You'll find out. Trust me. I'll definitely see you again, and maybe in a couple years, we can get back together, but I'm too stressed to be dealing with this. Michael: (has head down) I understand. (looks up again) What about the children? Me: We'll have them back and forth. Michael: Well, where are you going to live? Me: I'll just stay with Daisy, until I earn enough money for a job and an apartment. Michael: I don't think so. I'll give you $2,000,000 for a mansion. Tears fell out of my eyes at the thought of this. He was going to give me two million bucks, despite the things I said to him. Me: (starts to cry) Michael...after everything I did? Michael: I love you. You deserve the best to me. Me: (hugs him) Thank you. Michael: You're welcome, sweetheart. After our hug, I looked up at him and I got lost in his eyes. Gosh, I was very in love with him. Just because I planned to break up with him didn't mean that I wasn't in love with him anymore. I planned to break up because it'll relieve this severe stress on my shoulders and it would make my life easier. I held the back of his head and gave him a sweet, mild kiss. I looked at his face with passion and he had these desirous eyes, full of savage lust, and I had the same. He leaned into my face and kissed me. I felt a lustrous, burning sensation all around my body, and my body temperature went up high. I laid him down and I kissed his soft lips madly and passionately. The kisses were pretty intense, and they led to his hands reaching the back of my shirt and unzipping my zipper, making it slip off of me. As my shirt slipped off of me, showing me in my bra, I laid back with him and gave him the most motioned, sexy kisses I ever gave any man. We were getting pretty close to go all the way, but he stopped me. Michael: Wait. (gets me off of him) Me: (concerned) What's wrong? Michael: We just broke up...We can't be doing this. Me: Michael, I just want to make love to you one last time. Can we do that? Michael: Uh...I guess. Me: (smiles at him) Good. Now...(puts his arms around my waist) Where were we? I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his lips, and his hands traveled all over my back, until he unhooked my bra. All through the night, we gave each other one last night of passion for each other. The next morning, I was ready to leave Michael in Romania with our children, to head back to the United States, and saying goodbye to Michael was the hardest thing I could ever do to him. Me: (crying) Say bye-bye to Daddy. Little Michael: (crying) Bye-bye, Daddy. I love you. Michael: (with tears in his eyes) I love you too. I'll be with you always, okay? Little Michael: (nods his head) Just then, Little Michael ran into Michael's arms and Michael held him with so much force. They didn't want to be away from each other, and it was so emotional. Little Michael left with one of Michael's bodyguards onto the private jet, while another bodyguard took Natalie there as well. So, it was just me and Michael. Michael: Well...I guess this is the end. Me: Aw, Michael. We'll see each other again. Michael: Thank you for showing me what I'll miss last night. Me: My pleasure. A long silence went on, until I broke the ice. Me: Well...I have to go now. Michael: Bye. Me: (starts to walk away) When I walked away in the corridor, I stopped. Then, I ran back to him, jumped on him, and I gave him a wild, sloppy, passionate, steamy, kiss for five long minutes. Me: (jumps off of him) I love you. Michael: (suprised) I love you, too. We then waved our goodbyes and then my two children and I headed back to California. TBC... Vote!!!!!!!
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