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Hola como estas amigas!!!! I can't wait till this story is over so I can write my next story! I don't have much to say so this dedicated to everyone here on MJSite,Michael Jackson, and my wife!!!! Enjoy!!! -Samone:)) Great, just great Michael is really staying over. Why every time I think things are gonna get better, they get worse. For the rest of the night we just sat around watching movies and I also cooked for them. When it was finally time for bed all the rooms were taken, but there was just one problem; Where was Michael going to sleep? Michael:So where am I going to sleep? Me:You can sleep in the living room on the couch but at your own house could be much better. Michael:Whatever, well goodnight. Me:Umhm.(closing my bedroom door) I wasn't even comfortable in my bed for five minutes until Michael came knocking on my door. Me:(opening the door) What now? Michael:I'm cold can I have some cover and a pillow? Me:(sighing)It's in the closet right next to you. Michael:Alright, well goodnight again. Me:(shutting the door in his face) I found it really hard going to bed that night for some reason. I was tossing and turning and getting very frustrated. When I looked at my clock it read 2:30 am. I was pissed and all I wanted was sleep. In the middle of the night I heard another knock on the door. I just knew it was Michael, I was positive it was him. I opened the door and no one was there. Maybe I was just sleepy and imagining things. Half way going back to my bed there was another knock and I opened it and still no one was there. What do you know Michael just happens to pop up out of no where with a mask on his face. Me:(screaming) Michael:(laughing hysterically) Me:What the hell is wrong with you? I could of had a heart attack. Michael:Oh stop being over dramatic, it wasn't that bad.(laughing a little) Me:Are you trying to make my life a living hell? Michael:Maybe...maybe not. Me:Go to bed Michael.(closing the door) Michael:(stops it with his foot)Wait I'm sorry. Look that's not why I'm came here..... Me:Well.... Michael:I can't sleep is it okay if I umm...sleep with you? Me:You got to be kidding me? Michael:...No. Me:I don't know, I don't think I can trust you. Michael:Please I wont do anything I promise. Me:Alright. Michael:Thanks Oh this is gonna be soo good. I'm gonna get him back for all the things he's been putting me through these last couple of months. I waited a good hour to act like I was sleep. I know Michael was asleep, but I wanted to wake him up. I laughed a little in my head of what I was about to do. I began tossing and turning like I was having a bad nightmare and started kicking Michael out the bed. I heard him pop up and getting back in the bed. He shook me a little then I calmed down. Once things were relax I started tossing again and I slapped him in the face a few times and turned over. Michael on the other hand was groaning in pain and I'm just smiling to myself. Payback's a bitch, but he deserved it. After awhile I drifted of to sleep and waited for what the next day had to come. The next morning I woke up to the smell of food. I looked at my clock and it was 7 in the morning. I got out of bed and went to my bathroom to freshen up. When I went into the kitchen, Michael was cooking breakfast. I never knew he cooked and I was a bit surprised. He had to be up to something because this was so not like him. All:Good morning. Me:Good morning to you too. Michael:Would you like breakfast? Me:Sure. Michael:(smirking)Okay then. Me:Michael the food looks....actually..good. Michael:Thanks. Me:I never knew you cooked. Michael:I guess with the chefs I just stopped. Me:I see. Michael:(hands me my plate)Here you go, made especially for you(smiles). Especially? Okay that right there just told me something was up. I looked at the food and it looked pretty normal, I just don't know if I should trust it. I look back up at Michael and he has this grin on his face. Just the look on his face is soo strange. I look back at the food and pick up my fork. The first bite was okay then my tongue started burning. I look back at Michael and he has his fingers upon his lips giggling. Michael:Is it good? Me:(clearing my throat)What's in these eggs. Michael:A little Indian khan pepper. Me:Khan pepper...you mean the hottest pepper in the world? Michael:Something like that. Eat up you don't want it to get cold.(smirks) I didn't want to be ungrateful and rude for the sake of the children, so I just sat at the table and ate my food. I began crying,not because I was sad, but because that shit was hot. Little beads of sweat began forming on my face as I continued to eat. I hated Michael so much at that point and I knew he enjoyed every minute of it. After breakfast Michael and I helped the little ones get ready for them to go back to there other home. Ugh I hate saying that sometimes I just wish we were all together, but like momma said I'm going have to accept it rather I like it or not. All their bags were packed and they left. March 1, 2003. It was two days before the finalizing of our divorce. Life those two days were strangest days ever...... TBC.... Ugh this was boring, but the next one will be better I promise hehe! but if you liked it you'll vote!!!
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