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Do I Know You?....Part 21

Okie Dokie, last part for tonight. Hope you guys liking the story :)

I don't stop running. I look around rapidly for someone. I spot Jackie. As i've mentioned before (other than Michael) Jackie's the toughest and tallest Jackson brother. He looked at me  with a confused expression. I felt safer as I got closer. It was quite dark, except for some outdoor street lights. Only the brothers were there, the audience members and performers had left. Katherine, Joseph, La Toya, Janet and Rebbie had left as well. There was no sign of Michael though. I started crying as I hugged Jackie.

Jackie: (Hugs me, confused) What happened, Angie?
Me: Ohh Jackie! (Starts crying again)

The brothers all crowd around asking if "everything's alright?". I just continued to cry. That's when I felt some familiar, cool hands turn me around. I look deep into his dark brown eyes. He cringed as he saw the "scared out of my brains" expression. He pulled me against his body. His smooth hands rubbed my back as he shusshed me.

As I started to calm down, he helped me into the car. But I begged for Jackie and Tito to come as well. I was terrified Dereck would do something to Michael if we were alone. The whole ride home was silent, except for my occasional sniffle and whimper. I had my head on Michael's lap as he stroked my arm.

When we arrived at Jess and Leon's house, I gave Michael a pleading look. He followed me to the door.

Me: (Quiet voice) Michael..-
Michael: I'll stay. I promise.

He walks me inside. Jess and Leon were asleep. I trudged upstairs, gripping Michael's hand. I layed down in my bed and Michael layed on the other side of the doulde. As I fell asleep in my dress and heels, he stared at my exhausted expression, searching. I remember cuddling as close to him as I could. I remember feeling the heels being taken off. I remember feeling his cool hands stroking my tear stained face.

The next morning, I woke up to a lonely bed. But it was bright and sunny outside. I searched my room for Michael. Although I did hear muttering downstairs. I opened my door to hear better.

Jess: So what happened, Mike?
Michael: She left for ten minutes, Jackie told me she was hysterical. Like she had witnessed a murder or something....(He trails off in thought)
Jess: And then?
Michael: She couldn't talk without bursting into tears. In her sleep she kept muttering a name. (Oh god!)
Jess: Do you remember the name?
Michael: Lemme think.....Darryl, no. Drake, no.
Jess: D..Dereck?
Michael: That's it.

I heard Jess gasp and something smash. Must have dropped a glass.

Michael: Who is he?
Jess: I think it's better if she tells you. 
Michael: Okay.

I decide to go downstairs. Jess runs towards me and gives a big bear hug, then flinches. I walk past a mirror. Okay, it was fair to say I looked hideous. There was smudged lipstick and dried mascara run down my cheeks.

I sit on a stool and sip from my usual morning coffee. I tried to rub my eyes, but they hurt. I looked at Jess and whispered;

Me: Jess, he escaped. 
Jess: Oh my god.
Me: He had a gun. 
Jess: (Slowly gasps) Ange....Look at your arm!

There was a long scratch mark down the inside of my arm and it sorta resembled Michael's scratch from that fan. But this one had gone purple and blue. There was dried blood and my arm twitched as I poked it.

Me: (Starts crying) Jess, he said he'll get me.....and Michael. Michael, i'm sorry....i'm so sorry....
Michael: (Hugs me) It's okay. Come stay with me. You'll be safe there. Leon, can you take good care of Jess?
Leon: Will do.

I go upstairs to pack my things. I pull out my bag that I used when I first came to Jessica's house. I cringe as a photo falls out of Dereck and I when things were happy between us.

Here it is:

http://www.thesportstruth.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/10/curtis-grandeson-layla-el.jpg

I threw it in my bag. At least i'll be safe with Michael. Or will I?

To Be Continued....
(Hope it wasn't too sad and depressing, hope you liked it. Goodnight MJSite!)

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