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Me & Michael's Forbidden Love Part 32
Sorry it took so long, but here it is. Dedicated to MJ and everyone on MJSite. What the hell is happening!? First we loose the damn tape, and now its everywhere in the media! How worse can it get? Geez, this is rediculous. I looked at Michael, and tried to read his facial expression. I saw confusion, frustration, and alittle pain. I moved to grab his hand, but he just snatch his hand away and walked dowstairs and outside. A part of me wanted to follow him and talk to him so we can deal with this situation properly, but another part of me just wanted to give him some time to himself. I followed him. He was walking towards his "Giving Tree". He told me, he named it the Giving Tree cause it as given him so many ideas and its also one of his places to escape. Michael loves trees and the changing colors of leaves. Its inspiring to him. He climbed the Giving Tree and totally ignored my presence. This is gonna be difficult. Me:Michael, please talk to me. Michael:There's nothing to talk about. Me:What? Did you not just hear about us on TV? Michael:I did, and I don't want to talk about it. Me:We need to talk. Please come down here, please. Michael:(climbing down)Fine. Happy now? Me:(smiling)Very. Michael:You know, this is all your fault. Me:My fault? Michael:Yeah, it was your idea to make the damn tape! Me:Ok, I'll take the blame, but don't you dare curse at me. Michael:I don't give a fuck! Now I have to deal with this crap because of you! Me:Michael, listen to me, Im gonna have to deal with this crap too. You're not the only one in this situation. Michael:Why should I listen to you? Give me one reason why!! Me:Don't yell at me! Michael:(coming closer to me)I can do whatever the fuck I want! Me:(backing up scared)Michael, stop. Michael:Give me a reason why I should even be with you after you caused all this shit!! Me:Because Im pregnant!! That's why. I gave you your fucking answer are you happy now!? Michael:(mouth open)I...Im sor..... Me:Save it. Now that I see who you really are, Im out of here. I started walking towards the entrance of Neverland to leave, when Michael ran after me and grabbed my arm. He didn't say anything and I didn't say anything. We were just staring at each other. I was in shock that Michael even cursed and he cursed at me! I think Michael was shocked at the fact that Im pregnant again. He moved in closer and hugged me. To my suprise, I was crying with my head buried in his chest. First, I was happy, then I was mad and now Im crying. I've got mood swings and Im only 3 weeks pregnant. Michael was holding me close to him while soothing my down. I was crying cause Im so confused about how the hell our private stuff end up on the news and who would have took it. Michael:Im so sorry, Ali. I didn't know. Me:Its ok. Like you said, it is my fault. Michael:No, its not. I never should have blamed you, and cursed at you the way I did. Im really, really sorry. Will you forgive me? Me:Don't worry, I forgave you 8 seconds ago. Michael:(smiling)So, you're pregnant, huh? Me:Yep, I hope nothing happens this time. Michael:Nothing with happen cause I'll protect you. *Later that day* Michael and I were answering phone calls left and right from our family and friends. It was pretty embarrasing that they found out. I just turned off my phone cause I didn't want to talk anymore. Michael was still talking to his manager, Frank Dileo. I was patiently waiting for him to finish. I tried to narrow down to who would do this to us. I just thought of one person. Tatum O'neal. Deep in thought, I didn't hear the door bell ring or noticed that Michael went to answer it. I came back to reality when I heard this: ?:Hey, Mike. Michael:Hi, Tate. The only person Michael calls Tate is....Tatum herself. Damn, I was just thinking about her. She walked to the kitchen, where Michael and I was at. She saw me a gave me a fake smile. Tatum:Hey, Ali, how are you? Me:(sarcastic)Great. Just peachy. Tatum:(lowly)Too bad. Me:What was that? Tatum:I said Im glad. Michael:Im gonna take this call in the other room, ok? Me:Sure. Michael walkes upstairs, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. How dare she come here and show her fake rubber face. I want her to say something to me, I want her to. Tatum:(smiling)So, did you like my suprise? Me:Why the hell did you do that? Tatum:I wanted to show you who you're messing with. Me:I am sick and tired of your fake ass ruining our perfect life. Tatum:(curling my hair with her finger)Well, not so perfect anymore is it? Me:(slapping her hand away)Don't fucking touch me? Tatum:(pushing my shoulder)What are you gonna do about it? Me:You'll see. I grabbed her by her hair, and punched her straight in her jaw. She would've fell, but I was still holding her hair so I punched her again in her eye. I let go of her hair and she fell to the ground. She tried to get up, but I kicked her in her stomach. Me:Stay down, bitch!! She got back up, and whiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. This bitch won't stay down I grabbed the sides of her face and head-butted her. She moved back against the wall, and I slapped her across the face and banged her head against the wall. She moved her arm up to cover her face and then she pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground and hit my head on the counter as I fell. She pulled me upand started chocking me against the wall. I knew if Michael didn' come back now, Im gonna die, but she suprisingly let go of me. She turned around for a split second and when she turned to face me, she had a knife in her hand. Ok, I'll be damn if someone pulled a knife out on me. Im not dying at the age of 16 and being pregnant. She darted the knife towards my stomach, but I moved out of the way behind her. Since I was behind her, I grabbed her hair and banged her head against the wall again. Over and over and over again. I let her go and she fell to the floor crying. She had blood running down her face from her forehead and blood was coming the corner of her mouth and her eye was swollen. Me:(out of breath)Yeah, slut....Im the head bitch in charge! I picked her up and pushed her against the wall, holding her jaw. Me:You got that!!?? Tatum:Ye...Yes. Me:I can't hear you! Tatum:(crying)Yes!! Me:Good. Don't fuck wit..... Michael:What are you doing, girl!? I turned my head, and saw Michael standing there looking at me like I did something wrong. What did I do? I was just defending myself. I let go of Tatum and she fell to the floor. Me:Michael, she's the one that gave the ta..... Michael:What did you do to her!? Me:(shocked)Her? What about her? Michael:Look what you did to her? He actually went to Tatum, and checked on her. She tried to act all innocent, and started crying in to his chest. Michael was comforting her instead of me!? What has the world come to where you don't even check on your own pregnant girlfriend after she just faught. I can't believe what Im seeing right now. Michael:Don't worry, Tate its gonna be alright. (to me) What the hell is wrong with you!? Me:You can't possibly care about her than me. Michael:You could've killed her! Me:She's lucky I didn't! Tatum:(crying)I didn't do anything to her, Michael. Me:Now that's a damn lie, you touched me first! Michael:C'mon Tate, I'll take you to the hospital. Me:No, you ain't going nowhere. Michael:Look at what you did to her! Me:What about me? Michael:You look perfectly fine to me. Me:Michael, she sold the tape to the press!! Tatum:No, I didn't. I don't even know what tape you're talking about. Me:Lying bitch!! Michael:That's enough!! Alisyn, I think you should leave. Me:You believe her instead of me!? Michael:Well um...Yes, Yes I do. Me:Alright, then you both can kiss my ass and go to hell. Pathetic bitches! Michael:(pointing to the door)Leave!! Now! Me:Long-haired faggot. Tatum:(mouthing)Bye, Ali I stormed out of the door, and out of Neverland. I never cursed like that in my life! I may be white, but I don't take crap from anyone. Not even Michael Jackson. I can't believe he chose Tatum over me. If Im not mistaken, he told me when they were dating back in '79, she forced herself on him one night, but he wouldn't let her unbutton his shirt. She knew he wasn't ready and left. I never forced myself on him cause that's not why I was with him. Not for sex. Im confused cause he chose a girl that just possibly ruined his life selling that tape to the media, over a girl who been 100% with him from the start. I guess he doesn't want a real woman. I may be 16, but Im a woman. *1 year and 1 month later* To Be Continued........... *Its All For Love, L.O.V.E* P.S Im sorry for calling Michael a long-haired faggot. It hurts me that I typed that =( Michael please forgive me!
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