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The Way He Loves Me(PART24) by Candice

I sat down on the bench below the shady tree and started crying. It was painful. I 
was thinking and figuring out what had happened between him and his father and 
why didn't he want to share this with me? Was it really THAT serious? I spent the 
whole morning in the garden, not wanting to go back and see him that way. For 
some reason I wanted to visit my father and talk to him. Without a word, I sneaked 
out into the garage and drove his Benz on my way to the Encino compound. 
Nobody knew I was out and I didn't want to tell them where I was going, not even 
Michael. The drive was more than 3o minutes. At this point, no one still had any 
idea that I left the house.

I arrived at the doorstep of my father's beautiful new home with a red nose and 
puffy eyes. I cried all the way from the garden to his doorstep. I wondered how he 
would react once he saw me. I rang the doorbell and waited. "Candice!" He was 
surprised. I let out a halfhearted smile and hugged him. "Come in." He said as he 
led me to the living room. "What happened to you? Why are you crying?" He was 
asking impatiently. I sat down and composed myself. He sat down beside me and 
held my hand. "Dad, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I just really needed someone to 
talk to. It's Michael.." I replied. I trailed off to another sob. He looked at me intently 
and he was asking me what was going on. "It's just that, I get hurt every time he 
pushes me away like that. I want to help him dad but he just won't let me through." 
My voice was getting a bit faint and as I begged him for comfort, I was feeling more 
and more depressed. "Okay, I want you to start from the beginning of the story." He 
said. He got me a box of tissue and listened as I went on ranting and telling him 
about what happened.

Later that afternoon...

I was already feeling better. My dad and I spent the afternoon together over tea and 
we reminisced our good old happy days, especially the time when mom was still 
alive. He told me stories that sure did cheer me up. As we exchanged stories my 
Blackberry kept on buzzing. Michael was calling me. Aside from that, his bodyguards were also already contacting me. I started getting nervous. I didn't 
want to answer him. "You better take that phone call." My dad said as he took a sip 
from his cup. I let out a sigh and picked up. "Hello?" I said as I walked out into the 
porch. "Where are you?" Michael's voice was calm and this surprised me. I thought 
he was going to be mad. "I'll be home in a while" I replied as nonchalantly as 
possible. "I'm asking you where you are, not what time you'll be home" he fired 
back with a hiss. I put the phone down and went back in. "What did he say?" My dad 
asked. He was already fixing up the messy table. "Dad, I need to go." I said. He 
smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Alright then. Take care." He added. I 
smiled and made my way hurriedly to the car.

As I drove carelessly on the way home, Michael kept on calling me endlessly. I 
needed to get back right away. I knew he was going to be mad.

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