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I Thought We Were Friends *19*
Heyyy! Sorry I took soo long. Just had to think up somethings. This is gonna be short :/ I don't have much to say, so here goes nothing. This dedicated to MJ, MJsite, and my Ning ninjas!! Um yeah....Enjoy!! -Samone:)♥ 1993.. This year was probably one of the worse years I've ever lived. I was losing Michael, he just wasn't the same. It was like he was drifting away from me with his drug addiction and these new allegations. He needed help badly, but was I the bad person for letting it go too far? Me:Michael, I think you need help with this drug problem. Michael:What? I don't have a problem. When I'm in pain, that's when I take them. Me:So you're in pain everyday? Michael:(banging his hand down on the table) LOOK, I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH SHIT GOING ON NOW. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, YOU CAN LEAVE. Ugh, I don't know what's gotten into him. He's never yelled at me before. Me:You know what. That's exactly what I'm gonna do. You don't apprieciate me. I'm trying to help you, but it seems I can't get through to you. I'm so sick of your bullshit. I give you 150 percent and you can't even give me back fuckin' 50. Michael:(sighs) Just get out and leave me alone. Me:Yep, that's exactly how you'll end up. ALONE. I'm done with you. Michael:I don't believe you, but okay. Me:You think this shit is a game huh? I'm so glad I didn't move in with your ass. Goodbye. (grabs my keys and purse) Michael:(grabs me by the arm and yanks me back) You are not leaving me. You will stay with me. Me:(tries to pull away) Let me go. Michael:No, you're not leaving me. (digs his nails into my skin) Me:Michael, you got 5 seconds to fuckin'let me go. Michael:Or what? Me:(sighs) I'm not gonna play your little mind games. (slap him and yells) LET ME FUCKIN' GO. Even though I said I was done and walked out, doesn't mean I really meant it. I wasn't gonna give up on Michael so easily. He's the love of my life. All I want for him is to get better. Maybe if I got someone really close to him involved, he'd listen. The only person I could think of was momma K. Later that day I called her and she agreed to speak to him. I just hope he listens and not be upset with me. A few days later. I waited at the Jackson's family compound waiting for Michael's arrival. He would be surprise to see me. As he didn't know I would be apart of the little intervention with just me, him, and momma K. I got nervous just thinking about his reaction to it. Would he be angry with me? Would he understand where I'm coming from and cooperate? Who's knows. I guess we'd have to find out when he got here. Momma K came back into the living room to inform me that Michael's limo had pulled up. My heart instantly dropped as I heard him coming in. I stood as he approached the living room. Michael:(squinting his eyes) Samone? Me:(fumbling with my fingers) Yes? Michael:Babe, what are you doing here? (walks over to hug me) Me:We just need to talk. Michael:About? Me:(looking at momma K nervously) Uh... Momma K:(smiles & nods her head) Go on. Michael:Well..? Me:Michael, I just think you need help. (tearing up) I don't want you doing this. I can't sit and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Please stop, I love you so much. Michael:(looks at momma K) Is this why you called me over here? (sighs) Look, I'm sick of people telling me how I need to run my life. I'm a grown man. I can handle myself. (looks back at me) As for you, I'm sick of you complaining to me. I have pain, and when I'm in pain I take that to relax me. What part are you not getting? (grabs me by the arm) Come with me. I wanna talk to you. He pulled me out back to have a little more privacy. His eyes were filled with a lot of anger. Me:Let go of me. (snatching my arm away) Michael:What is your problem? Why you treating me like I'm some kind of druggie? Me:Because you are. You're not the same Michael I once knew. (crying) Michael, why can't you just understand that I love you and I want to help you? Michael:(shouting) I don't need your help. (calming down) Just shut up..okay. Me:(shakes my head) You're high right now. Michael:No..I'm not. Me:(wipes my tears) I don't know why I even waste my time on a person like you. Michael:WHAT?! (raises his hand and slaps me) Wtf? Did he just slap me? Me:(stumbles a little & holds the side of my face shocked) Michael:(trying to touch me) I..I'm sorry. (talks to himself) Damn, what did I do? Me:(trying fight back tears) I hate you. I'm done. (walks away) Michael:(follows behind me) No, please don't go. Okay, I'll get help. I'll get help. (gets down on his knees and grabs me) Just please...don't leave me. Me:Michael, please. (pushes him away) I'm sorry, but we're better off as friends. This isn't gonna work. This relationship just wasn't gonna work. Damn, he slapped the shit out of me. My face was still stinging. I went back in the house, grabbed my purse and keys, then hugged momma K and left. A couple months later... I was flipping through the channels when I suddenly seen Michael come across the screen. I had to see what he was talking about. He looked kinda sad. I turned up the volume and was shocked at what I was hearing. He talked about being photographed by detectives, but what really stood out is that he went to rehab to treat his drug addiction. I was soo happy for him, but a part of me was still angry with him for slapping me. Ugh, I want him back so bad, but he wouldn't want me anymore for leaving him. Would he...? TBC... Sorry I ended it like that. You'll see why in the next part. I hope you enjoyed it. I have lots of more interesting parts coming your way C: <- That's Kelly's smiley face! I thought it was cute! Anyways, until next time!! Don't forget to vote! :D
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