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Tough Love Part 14; Part 2

Hey everyone :).  I hope yâ??all have really enjoyed this story so far.  I decided to try and label the previous parts of Tough Love like I did with this one.  Here goes:
 
Pt. 1- â??I Decided Michael Wasnâ??t Going to be a Priority of Mineâ?
Pt. 2- I Havenâ??t Known Him for 24 Hours and Iâ??ve Hurt Himâ?¦Great!
Pt.3- Running Away
Pt. 4- That Disturbing Magazine
Pt. 5- Sarcasm Over the Magazine
Pt. 6- Our Day Out
Pt. 7- A New Found Friendship (Michaelâ??s Friendship)
Pt. 8- Going to the Dentist with Michael
Pt. 9- Going to Bed with Michaelâ??s Scent
Pt. 10- Wishy-Washy Feelings/ I Feel Like the Public Eye is Staring at Me when Iâ??m Walking Out with Michael Jackson
Pt. 11- My Girl Friends Meets Michael
Pt. 12- I Hope this Vacant Feeling I have About Michael Goes Awayâ?¦
Pt. 13 part 1- You Donâ??t Have to Have a Big Family to be Fascinating to People
Pt. 13 part 2- Another Turn of Events
Pt. 13 part 3- Talking Serious
Pt. 13 part 4- Making Michael Happy + Me Going Along With It = Furious Clarence
Pt. 14 part 1- Wistful Emotions

I tried my best :D.

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Chapter 14 part 2
My Escort?

Things happened so quickly.  My basic instinct was to start screaming.  I tried kicking.  I mustâ??ve kicked a shin because I heard a groan and a growl.
I attempted to try to lunge into the bathroom, but the one of the criminals grabbed at me.  Whoever grabbed me didnâ??t have the best strength.
Thatâ??s when I felt some thin cloth wrap around my eyes and it was tied tightly around my head.  Then one of the criminals wrapped their arms around me firmly and I felt duct tape go over my mouth.  Right after the first, I felt a second coating go over my mouth.
I was body-wrestled down to the floor, facedown.
I was about to ask what do you want with me when the reminder of the tape was more broad.
Tape was wrapped very tightly around my wrists and ankles.  It was more than two coatings.  Iâ??m sure it was three.
I was expecting to be roughly grabbed from the floor; I wasnâ??t.
I was turned back on my back and I was raised from the floor.  I knew someone was cradling as if I was their wife as I felt the slopes of the stairs.
Something that was so odd was I felt someone tickle the bottom of my feet in a teasing way.  Let me tell you, Iâ??m extremely ticklish.  I couldnâ??t really kick the way I wanted to.  The most I could do was waddle my feet around, trying to stop this person from tickling me so.  I heard the person laughing, then I felt a swift movement as the person who was holding me step towards the person who was laughingâ??and who had also tickle meâ??stop all of the sudden.
The door was opened.  Through the cloth that was over my eyes I could tell the sun was shining.  
Five seconds later I was in the back of a car.  Once the door was closed behind me, I felt my head lying on somebodyâ??s lap.  
I really tried moving around but I couldnâ??t!
I didnâ??t know who these freaks were, but I had a plan to find out!  Whether it did much to change things, I tried banging my head against this strangerâ??s lap.
Just like angels were singing, the person pulled on the tape gently.  It was no pretty gesture, though.  My lips were dry and the area around my mouth felt weird.  I licked my lips quickly, then I said, â??Who are you people?!  Whereâ??s my dad?!  Oh my God, where is Michael?!â?
Whoever held me started laughing and tickling me.  That laugh sounded familiar, whoever that person was.
â??Michael, STOP! This isnâ??t funny!!â?  Itâ??s crazy how tears really start coming when your mouth isnâ??t covered by tape anymore.
â??Shh, pretty lady,â? someone whispered, their voice sounding deep.
â??This is redundant, let me go, please!â?
The person turned my head to the right.  They untied the cloth behind my head.  I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid to see what I would see.  When I knew I was facing up again, I opened my eyes.
Randy held my head in his hands.  He was smiling, his head right over mine.
My eyes got big.  My mouth looked like a capital o.  I could not believe this!  What was happening?
Randy Jackson had his hands on my face, grinning at me.
If it was Michael, I wouldâ??ve been a little relieved, but I knew I would have played-hit him because I was given a true fright.
Thatâ??s when I looked over to my right again and I saw the outline of Michael, turning around, laughing along.
Then I saw Marlon in the passenger seat, pointing at me.  He saw the terror on my face as a joke.
I sat up so fast and tried to get at him.  The only thing was that I had tape around my wrist and forgot about it.  Having tape around my ankles didnâ??t help me either.
â??She IS a little cutie, Michael.  I donâ??t see why you try and talk around her now that youâ??ve officially shacked under her roof.â?
Michael looked over at Marlon with a severe expression.  He actually bopped Marlon over the head.  I only had eye contact when Michael looked in the rear view mirror.  He let his eyes drop back to the road swiftly.
Other than Marlonâ??s quiet laughing, no one else was talking.  Then so to speak, I was taped up so I couldnâ??t go anywhere.  Randy was so thoughtful to help me to sit up in the seat and helped me take the tape off.  I balled it up and tossed it to Randy, who tossed it to Marlon, who teasingly threw it at Michaelâ??s face, who threw it sharply at Marlon; but instead, the tape-ball whacked Marlonâ??s window.
He got it from the window, turned around and grinned at me.  He had the tape on the tip of his fingers.

â??So, why did you think Michael was tickling you?â?  Marlon put his visor down and the mirror was reflecting me.
â??Just did,â? I said quietly.
â??Has Michael tried to make a play at you?â?
â??Marlon,â? he angled the sun visor at Randy, â??shut up.â?
â??Marlon, Iâ??m not seeking to hang on her arm.  Iâ??m her tutelary.â?
â??What,â? Marlon and Randy asked.
â??It means protector or guardian.â?
When the two looked at me, I told them I heard the word totality which led me to finding the meaning of tutelary.
â??Yeah, heâ??s more than your guardian.â?

Michael deliberately slammed on brakes and stared at Marlon.
I looked over at Randy.  He leaned over and whispered in my ear.  â??Michael just gets that way when heâ??s under pressure.  He doesnâ??t like to be called out.  He knows Marlon is just poking fun at him.â?
â??Why am I in a car with yâ??all?  I was going to take a shower.  Where are we going because Iâ??ve had enough with surprises right now.â?
â??Relax hon,â? Marlon said.

I felt we werenâ??t getting anywhere with what we were talking about.  Every time someone opened their mouth, the convo would end up at a brick wall.  So I looked out the window.  I noticed the residential houses looked more polish than where I stayed.  
I sat on my legs and rolled down the window.  I breathe in the newly fresh air.
I looked down and reality reminded me that I had on my pajamas.  I remembered I took my scarf off earlier so I ran my hand through my tangled hair.  It wasnâ??t as gentle as it was before I fell in the lake.  It was a little grimy.

â??Ya know, I didnâ??t tend on being in Beverly Hills in pajamas today.  I really wanted to shower.â?
â??This isnâ??t Bel-Air Lyric because weâ??re not heading there.â?
â??Bel-Air, Encino, whatever.  Where we are is too grand for me.  Where are we heading anyway?â?
After a few seconds of silence, I looked stuck my head out the window again.
â??Hayvenhurst,â? Randy said.
Hayvenhurst?  That sounds familiar.
â??Why,â? I asked when my head leaned back in the car.
â??Iâ??m your escort,â? Randy said.

I know this was a bit of a cliff hanger, but it was a GOOD cliff hanger, right?  Have any idea why Randy is escorting Lyric?  Youâ??ll see!

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