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Brooke's Story Part 2
~Hey guys, it's Brooke again. And this is the next part to my story. Thanks for liking it so far. This is where we left off at. This goes out to Shanice, Randy, and Michael Jackson, we miss you Mike.^_^~ XXXPart2XXX I just yelled at my father and told him the truth, I know it was the wrong thing to do, but I had to speak my mind. Now I'm talkign with Alicia. And my voice was breaking cause I was on the verge of tears. Alicia: what's wrong, Bre? Me: remember how I used to say I woudl never, ever cuss or yell at my dad when I was mad at him, anymore? Alicia: yeah... Me: (sniffles)...well...I-I-I...(crying) I did it again, but harder this time, I told him everything I felt, Alicia...everything... Alicia: oh, man, Bre...that's bad, really bad. Me: i know, AppleJackz....he's been the greatest dad I've ever had, he's my only dad. Alicia: I know, Bre... Me: do you think he hates me? Alicia: there is no way yo, daddy hates you Bre. Me: I know...but it feels like it... Alicia: you know he could never hate you, Bre, you know that Me: (sniffles) y-yeah, your right...I understand Me and Alicia were talking for a long time till she had to go. I was walking around the set when I saw the keyboard. I sat down and started playing "My Immortal" by Evanescence. I was down to my best part. And I didnt know dad was listening. Me: (singing and playign the piano) There's just to much that time cannot earse When you creid I'd, wipe away all of your tears When you screamed I'd, fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still had, all of me I've tried so hard, to tell myself That your gone But though your still with me I've been alone all alone I stopped when i heard someone clear their throat. I turned around and saw dad. I looked away fast and got up and started walking away. He caught up to me and pulled me to him. My eyes were still sore from crying while I was talking with Alicia. Dad: Brooke... Me: (rubbing my eyes) y-yeah? Dad: was that song you were singing about what just happened? Me: (nods) Dad: (gets infront of me and bends down to my level) Brooke, you know I love you, so much. But I also have to do this also. I know you never saw me when you were growing up cause I was on tour all the time, but I'm here now, yes working on a tour, but I'm doing this way your here with me. And I want to make up all these years I was out of your life when I was touring and doing concerts. Will you forgive me, baby? I didn't even answer him. My arms flew around his neck. I was crying into his chest telling him I was sorry about yelling at him and telling him what I did. He was "shh"ing to come me down. Dad's female dancer Randy came over to us. I really love Randy, she's so nice and caring. She kneeled down to us. Randy: Mike, what happened? Why is she crying? Me: (talking while I'm still crying) c-c-cause...I told daddy I was so sorry... Randy: for what? Dad: it's a long story, Randy...I tell you later. Randy: alright. *2 Weeks Later* It's been two weeks after that whole thing. And me and dad are finally getting along. Randy was helping me out with the "Smooth Criminal" dance, when dad came from behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek; causing me to laugh; he knows I hate when he does that to me. Kenny walked up on the stage with a women. I was wondering who she was. She looked like she was in her 30s, 37 or 38. I was wondering who she was. Kenny walked over to me, dad, and Randy. Kenny: Michael...ummm...this women wanted to see you. Dad: oh, hello, I'm Michael. And this is my daughter Brooke. Women: oh, um, yes...that's what I wanted to see you about, Mr. Jackson. Dad: o...kay... Shanice: well, I'm Shanice. It's nice to meet you. And um.....Michael, about your daughter... Dad: cute isn't she? (hugs me tighter) Me: daddy... Shanice: yes, about that, again, Michael... Dad: yes.... Shanice: do you remember back when Brooke came into your life? Dad: yes, April 2nd, 1996. Why? Shanice: yes, um, Michael....I'm... Dad: your what, Mrs. Shanice? Shanice: I'm Brooke's real mother... Dad:.... Randy: (gasp) Kenny: Mike? I was standing there; shocked...this women is...is my real mother...then what is dad to me? To Be Continued.................... ~Thanks for voteing again, more is on the way soon. I know it isn't so great, but I hope you guys liked it~ ~Not making more till, 4+ votes :)~
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