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I Can Treat You Better...*Part Eleven*
Enjoy! <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- On that Friday night, I was ready to leave the house to meet Michael at the Mocha House at 6 pm, just like we had discussed that night. I wanted to get out of there, pronto, because Rick and I had been really going at it, and I didn't feel like dealing with his crap. Without saying anything to him, I headed out the door, while he was in the bathroom, combing his hair and forever spraying it with hairspray. He was destroying the ozone layer!! lol! By the way, I had a disguise on myself, since I was a well-known person also. I had on a blond wig and a brown fedora. Those were the only things that could make me undetectable. In my Mercedes, I drove over to the cafe', and to really make sure I was undetectable, I...well, let's say, "contrified" my voice a little bit. Me: (in a southern accent) Gimme a double caramel frappachino, please. When I got my frappachino, I sat in a small booth, just waiting for Michael to show up. I kept keeping my eye for a white man with a long, white beard and a plaid fedora. Five minutes later, I saw a white man in a long, white beard and a plaid fedora. Somehow, he didn't know who I was. Michael: (in a deeper voice) Um...excuse me, Miss. Have you seen a woman who looks just like Melinda Sanders-Smith? Me: Michael, it's me. Michael turned his head to me and smiled. Michael: Wow, I didn't even notice you. Amazing! Me: (smiles to myself) Well, I guess I'm cool like that. Michael: Yeah, you are. He sat down in the booth across from me and he didn't seem to want to order anything. Me: Michael, aren't you gonna order something? Michael: No. I just came here to talk to you. I really want you to come to Neverland. I have a theater, a pool, a Ferris wheel, a zipper ride, a carousel, bumper cars, go-carts and a track...I have a lot of things you would enjoy. If you want to get away from that crazy boyfriend of yours, come to me. (smiles and holds my hand) I looked down at his hand grabbing mine, and I looked up at him. I liked it when Michael grabbed my hand, but at the same time, I felt so guilty, because I had a boyfriend at home. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. I was very tempted to share a few stolen moments with Michael, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to come off as a two-timing slut who would sleep with anybody, because I wouldn't. I quickly took my hand away from his and I just continued on drinking my frappachino. Michael and I continued to have a normal conversation, such as his Bad tour and plans for a future film and all that good stuff. After the Mocha House, I drove back home, exhausted, just wanting to take a nice, hot shower and go to bed in my clean, soft sheets. But...I didn't get to do any of that like I thought. Me: (gasps) WHAT THE HELL!!! I caught Rick naked in bed with this chick I actually knew, named Gloria. I knew her from high school way back. I thought we were cool, but I guess we weren't since she went ahead and had sex with my man. Rick: (to me) What do you want? Me: Why you havin' sex with this whore? Gloria: (gets up) Who you callin' a whore, you bitch? Me: (gets in her face) YOU! Gloria actually pushed me onto the ground, and at that, IT WAS ON!!! Me: Oh no you didn't! (gets up) BITCH! After I yelled that, my fist came in direct contact with her face, and I punched her hard! I did more while she was on the ground, and from there, we started scrappin'. Gloria was a fat, ghetto whore, who thought that she was the crap, but I showed her who was the boss! Like a livid lioness, hunting down her prey, I forced her onto the ground and like a mad chimpanzee, I ripped the bitch's weave out of her head, while she was screeching uncontrollably. Man, there were weave tracks everywhere! There was so much hair on the floor, it looked like I was shaving a gorilla, which she basically was. She looked like one, by the way. lol! All of a sudden, Rick forcefully grabbed me away from her. Rick: STUPID BITCH! He gave me a sharp, harmful slap across the face, causing me to drop on the floor, holding my cheek, which was stinging red. There were tears coming out of my eyes because it hurt so badly, but I was pissed as hell! I wasn't gonna let that bastard do that crap to me! I got up and tried to hit him back by lifting up my fist and it almost came in contact with his face, but just in time, he caught my fist by quickly grabbing it, and he punched me dead-hard in the face, making me fall to the ground and making my lip bleeding insanely. Rick: What do you say now, bitch? HUH?! Me: (sobbing) Rick: That's what I thought. Do that again, and I will crack at your ass, you whore! I'm in f***** control and I'm in charge! I own your ass now, and you better do what I say, or else, I'll make your life a living hell! With me continuously crying my eyes out, he pushed me out of the room, and I was told to sleep downstairs, without a pillow or a blanket. I had to sleep with nothing to keep me warm. Not only that. He barged in on me, laying on the couch, and he forcefully took off all of my clothes and he left me, sleeping on the couch, completely naked, without anything to keep my body warm. And to add to that, it was a really cold night. It was very chilly, the chilliest it had ever been in about thirty years. I just wanted to call someone, like Elizabeth or Michael for them to help me, but Rick had complete control of the phone, so I couldn't. I had to deal with it. I would never forget this night. It was the night that initiated the abuse that I had endured for some time. TBC... What do you think? Please vote and if you have any questions, comments, suggestions, complements or anything about this, let me know and I'll get back to you.
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