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DS... Part 15
FINALLY! :P This is specially dedicated to Natasha :) thankyou for reading my story! :D I hope everyone now enjoys! :D Vicky! <3 ________________________________________________________________ Oh god… I was passing around the hallway outside Danny’s living room. I kept knocking on the door hoping she would answer me. But all I heard was her crying and shouting telling me to leave her alone. What have I done? I’ve hurt my best friend… my girlfriend. I’m a horrible man. Mitchy came, as she heard the shouting of her mother and my banging on the door. No Mitchy, go away; I don’t want to hurt you too. I don’t know what I’m doing right now. I was feeling so dizzy. I couldn’t even see properly from what’s in front of me. Everything was blurry; I was in my own world, about to faint. “What’s going on?” Mitchy asked confused. “Nothing Mitchy, please leave!” I said. She looked at me, “Oh my god Michael, what the hell happened to you? You look so tired” soon enough, she heard the crying of her mother, “Mom?” she knocked on the door, “Mom, what’s wrong?” “I said leave Mitchy” I shouted. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I pushed her hand from the door, “Go away” She looked at me with disgust, “Asshole!!” and ran away. Now, I know I didn’t mean to do that. But I’m not even conscious. Eventually, I felt weak and bent down on the door feeling dizzier. And that was it… I fainted. I felt someone shaking me. Headache. God, what’s with this sharp headache? I opened my eyes slowly. Everything was still blurry; I closed my eyes and opened them a several times till I could see properly. I looked beside me, there was my beautiful Danny. I stretched my hand to hold hers, she pulled away her hand. I frowned and tried to speak. Before I could speak I realized I wasn’t in my room. I was in a white room, I looked around. I’m in a hospital… “Danny, where am I?” I asked. “Rehab Michael” she said faintly. My head turned from the room straight to her face, “What?” “Rehab! I’m not going to live like this with you addicted to pain killers, and then hitting me…” she said, “You’re staying here for a couple of months” she wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt. I was silent. I had nothing to say. Nothing to defend myself with, I just couldn’t say anything. I was feeling hurt already, for what I did to Danny. I looked at her, “I’m so sorry” I finally said. “What’s the use now? Just stay here! We’ll solve it when you’re out” she got up and left the room. I layed there alone in a white room with tears fuming from my eyes. Two weeks later in rehab. It was all over the damn news. I had to leave my tour for a while just so I could get better. People don’t really treat me nice here. They treat me like I’m some junkie. I’m not a junkie! Its a few pain killers I’m addicted to. That’s all. I hated being here. I hated it very much. I just wanted to run out and go to Danny and apologize to her. She has been visiting me from now and then. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted out. I packed my bag and just told them I’ll be out of here. They couldn’t do anything to me of course. I’m Michael Jackson; I do what I want to do and when I want to do it. I walked to the limo. My body guards were walking with me. As I entered the limo, they sat in the front with the driver leaving me behind in my own world thinking. What will I tell Danny when I’m back home? Will she let me back? I’m not even fully away from the pain killers. I was supposed to stay there for two months. I couldn’t even survive a whole month. Only two weeks… that’s nothing. Danny will be very angry at me! When I reached Neverland my maids took my bags inside the house while I walked alone to the door steps. I opened the door and went inside. I could hear Danny talking to my maid while I was still standing beside the main door. “What are you doing?” I heard her asking, “What is this?” “Mr. Jackson told us to get them inside the house” the maid replied. “What Mr. Jackson? What the fuck are you talking about? Michael is at rehab” she said with anger. I heard her footsteps approaching. There she stood in front of me with shock. I just wanted to go hug her and cry on her shoulder. But I stood there staring at her emotionless. I didn’t know what her reaction would be. She just stood there… looking at me! “W-What are you doing here?” the words stammered from her mouth. “Hi…” I simply said, “I missed you” “Michael what the fuck are you doing here? What the fuck is this? Why aren’t you at rehab?” she finally showed her attitude. “I couldn’t stay there Danny, that’s just not me” I said and walked to her. She walked backwards till her back hit the wall. I looked confused at her, “What’s wrong?” “Don’t come near me Michael…” “You said you won’t leave me Danny, you’re doing what Miranda did to me! Are you also going to get money out of me somehow?” I was furious. She looked shocked at me, “I can’t believe you just resembled me to Miranda, a girl I truly hate” “You all bitches are the same” I said in her face and walked into my room with tears in my eyes… _________________________________________________________________ I stood there shocked. I couldn’t Michael would say such a thing to me. I was scared from him from the beginning, since he hit me anyway. But this… this is horrible. Michael has never cursed me ever before. Where is my Michael? Where is the Michael I fell in love with? This is an unknown person. This is the person that Miranda made. She created a bloody monster. I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch silent. There was utter silent except for the TV working. I was exhausted. Since I put Michael into rehab I wasn’t even taking care of myself. I was neglecting my own child as well. I haven’t focused on Michael and the fact that he actually… needs me. I am so selfish. I shouldn’t have done this to him. I wanted to cry, but tears were stuck inside me. Nothing wanted to come out. I felt the pain in my throat and chest. I laid on the couch and closed my eyes, why is this happening to us? I love Michael. I should be there beside him kissing him and telling him that I love him. Not make this worse on him. He already lost his wife, children, money… Actually, I don’t blame him for being addicted to those pain killers. I’d be already addicted to heroin if this happened to me. I stood up and walked upstairs to Michael’s room. I closed my eyes, opened them and went inside his room. Michael wasn’t in the bedroom. I heard the shower on, Michael was taking a bath. I laid on his bed waiting for him to come out. Soon enough, Michael came out of the shower with the towel around his body, and water dripping from his body and hair. I was so upset, but at the same time I wanted to jump and kiss him all over. Michael looked at me confused and walked over to the drawer beside me, “What do you want?” he took out a pair of boxers from the drawer. “Um… I want to talk to you” I said. “Well talk…” he said and went into his closet. He came out seconds later with his boxers but he was still wet, his boxers were as well wet. He was looking in his drawers for a shirt, and I started talking, “I’m sorry for the past days… uh… you know the whole rehab thing, I shouldn’t have been harsh on you” He sat beside me with his shirt in his hand, “Danny, you were very harsh on me. But I’ve been worse. I shouldn’t have hit you, or cursed you” he smiled, “forgive me?” “If you forgive me?” He hugged me, “Of course I do” he pulled away making my clothes wet. He giggled, “Sorry” he looked deep in my eyes, held my hand and said, “I love you” I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt I was hypnotized by those beautiful brown eyes of his, “I love you too” I leaned to kiss him, our lips touched. I put my arm around his neck he had his hand on my hair playing with my hair. I giggled through our kisses. He layed me on top of him, “I missed you” he said between kisses. I put my hand on his bare chest and pulled away. We were staring at each other for a second. I started tracing his bare chest with my finger while looking into his eyes. Our faces were inches away, “you’re the best man I’ve ever met…” I said, “and the hottest actually” I gave out a giggle. He gave me a peck on my lips, “you’re the best woman and sexiest woman I’ve ever met” he said seductively. I was still on top of him. I hugged him and layed there with my head on his shoulder not caring that my clothes were wet with water. We laid there… enjoying the moment. _________________________________________________________________ I was in my bedroom with my friend Mark talking. I was lying on my stomach on my bed, with my head layed on the pillow, while Mark was sitting on the floor beside my bed. We were caught in a Disney disaster conversation. “Hey, you’re the one who loves Peter Pan okay? Doesn’t mean I can’t like Cinderella” Mark said sarcastically. I was still laughing. My stomach hurt from laughing, “You do know Peter Pan looked so cute in the movie, so I have the rights to love him” Mark stood up and made a pose, “I can be your Peter Pan” he winked. I started laughing, “Sure, I’ll be your windy” I stood up and posed for him. We fell on the floor laughing at each other. We then stopped laughing and there was an awkward silence between us. “So how’s your dad Katie?” He asked. “He’s doing well actually” I said, “He had some problems with pain killers I guess. I read it in the tabloid” “Why the hell do you even read those junk?” Mark made a disgusted face. “Uh… to cry?” I laughed. He hit me playfully, “Shut up Katie” he sounded serious though. “Tomorrow we’ll go meet him finally, I’m so excited” I looked at him, “You want to come with us?” “Oh I’d love to” Mark said with excitement. Mark was a really, really cute boy. He was my best friend. I love him so much. You may say, I have a little thing on Mark. A little crush. He worked with me on my last music video ***. The last day we saw dad actually. Sigh… Mark is 12 older than me, but I still like him. Sometimes I hope he likes me back. I wonder… Mark and I were now sitting side by side on bed watching TV. We were both watching cartoons. Suddenly I felt a hand around my shoulder. I felt my cheeks burning. I was blushing!! As far as I know I never blushed before… I was so embarrassed to look at Mark. So I didn’t look at him. It felt really nice being in his arms actually. Wow… Maybe he does like me after all. Someone opened the door and Grandpa entered in the room. As soon as we both felt the presence of someone in the room, Mark pulled away his hand and we both slid apart from each other. Grandpa started laughing while we both blushed. “What’s going on in here?” He laughed. “Nothing” Mark and I said. He smiled at us. He had a tray in his hands. Two glasses of milk and cookies, “there you go guys, enjoy the snack” he put it on my table. “Thanks Grandpa” we both said. He smiled and went out the room. Mark and I kept watching cartoons as we ate our snack. Mark would take a move from once in a while, and I…. allowed him to. ________________________________________________________________ Don't foget to hit the vote button below ;) Lots of love! <3
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