Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 12

As dissappointed I was, Michael zipped my dress back up. He put his belt back on and dissappeared through the door. I wiped my longing tears away and followed him. "Stay back, hone," Michael whispered. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He glanced at me. I gave a fake smile; I really wasn't all that happy. He quickly kissed me. "No matter what happens, remember that I love you." I hugged him tight as a response. As we neared the living room, Joe was sitting on the coach, a rifle tucked carefully under his arm. "Joe what have you-" "Michael calm down I havent killed no one." Michael was sly, and well....not stupid. He looked around the rooms to be sure that no carcass had been laying, decayed and...lifeless. "Oh no.....," he exclaimed after entering the kitchen. "Lissy, stay back." This had only made me curious. He carried something into the living room to show to Joe. He locked me out behind the door.Pressing my ear against the wooden door, I tried to overhear their conversation. "Joseph, you are going to ruin that poor girl's heart once she finds out," I overheard Michael say. "HOW COULD YOU?" Joseph breathed out, deeply. "I-I don't know....it was an instinct." "An instinct to kill," Michael retorted, disgusted. "Why, Joe? You just love to kill?' Joseph sat silent. Michael opened the door and swiftly kissed my forehead. "I am so sorry, baby." I wrapped in his embrace. His breathing was warm against my cold skin. In his warmed hands was a fishbowl and inside of it Michissa lay dead, floating at the surface. Her eyes were vacant, a thousand miles away. Her last look was pleading. A small hole from a gunshot was plagued in her side. My eyes watered. I was not trying to make a big scene out of this...but I really had grown to care for that little fish. Now she was dead. I rushed to our bedroom before Joe had the chance to question or insult me. Once I landed on the bed, the tears spilled. Michael grabbed me. "I'll get us a new one, baby." "I dont want a new one." The stars had stopped dancing, pausing in memory of Michissa. "I know." My eyes felt as far away as hers. "I dont wanna do this tonight anymore." "Its okay, babe, another time." His eyes paused a moment. He was stroking my palm. "She was lucky to have you." I smiled a sad smile. "Yeah I guess." "But why did he do that?" Michael sighed, embarressed. "Alissa...my father has strange actions. I do not know what goes on in that mind of his." "He already doesnt like me." Michael became silent. A few minutes later, he responded "Liss I would be lying if I told you that he liked you...he doesn't...but you are definetly not the only one!" "I WISH he would just like me," I responded, frustrated. "Alissa," he replied, randomly. "Hmmm?" "That fish really is like me now...." "What do you mean, Mikey?" He felt the silk blankets under us. "Its dead." I became wide-eyed in a mix of confusion and terror. My questioning eyes met his. He turned away. "I will end up the same way some day..." he muttered. "NO! DONT EVER SAY THAT!" I exploded. "Michael Joseph Jackson when you die, I die." He grabbed my hand, comfortingly. But something that I could not detect was hiding in his eyes. "Baby, thats a strong statement to make." I knew that was true. "I mean it," i said equally as fierce. He smiled a.......mysterious smile...and whispered "Bed time, love." I climbed under the silky bedsheets and smiled, for real this time. He smiled back. Our hands intertwined in a hold of passion. I cuddled closer. He opened his arms to me. We held each other for an endless amount of time. His hair smelt so good, like an array of lilacs, roses, and oranges. His thumb rubbed my lower back. It was making me tired. "Go to sleep, princess." I yawned in response. I heard a small, gentle laugh come from him. "Night night." I could not fight it off any longer and after awhile, fell asleep in his welcoming arms. (TO BE CONTINUED)