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morning always comes (part 6)
hey everyone, sorry i have been kinda rushing everything, i'll try to make this one better... _________________________________________________________________ __ weeks have gone by, michael has been very busy figuring this whole thing out. he is usually either out of the house, or just sitting quietly outside. we hardly ever talk anymore. its starting to turn into a love-less relationship. the only interactions we have is sex. i feel like it's the only way i can make him remember i love him. he is always really upset, but he refuses to talk to me about it. i dont know why, maybe its because he just wants to protect me or whatever. i just feel like trash at this point. (8pm, in our room) i was lying in the bed reading a book when i heard him come home. i was sooo bored, i decided to call my friend sister Jillian. me: hmm, thats wierd... i couldnt call anyone, because apparently our phone line was in use. i pressed the talk button to listen in. michael: -thanks lisa. how are your kids doing these days? lisa: they're alright, life is pretty docile over here. what have you been up to? michael: (sighs) well the same stuff i've been doing for a while now. i dont know what these people want from me. maybe if i just give them money they'll leave me alone- i lifted the phone from my ear and hung up. i slowly put the phone down as i let it all register. so i guess its true. michael doesnt feel like he can talk to me. so he talks to this LISA girl. what the hell? i thought about marching downstairs and just telling him off, but i decided that wouldnt help me. i lied down on my side and tried to get some sleep. -ok. not gonna work. its been like 20 minutes and i am still wide awake. maybe i should go talk to him- just then i felt michael get in the bed. he turned me over and began kissing me angrily as he caressed my thigh. i stopped kissing him back, and he just kissed my neck. i was so not feeling it. me: michael. michael:(immediately stops, sits up, looking confused.)...yeah...? me: (gets up, not looking at him) i dont think i can live with this anymore... he doesnt say anything, but i hear him stand up. me: why am i hear if you cant talk to me? what am i, your personal whore, piece of meat?! maybe lisa (i say her name in a nasty tone) should be the one living with you instead so you wouldnt have to call her. you could talk whenever you want-and you wouldnt have to look at me. that certainly seems to be what you want- i didnt know how to finish that. i just started crying. i didnt dare look at michael. i was sure i would just collapse if i looked his way. michael: (trying to stay cool) ...its..alright, ann, if you feel like leaving me....i wouldnt want to live with me either at this point...i...hope we can stay in touch though... me: ...(i picked up all my things, and started down the hallway to the guest room.) that night i didnt sleep at all. i just cried until the pillow was soaked. ....
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