Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 15

I spent the rest of the day sitting on our bed, hoping that Michael would change his mind. He didn't. I sighed heavily, but every time I did, tears choked me up. I was never this emotianal. Michael walked into the room, grudgingly, dragging his feet as if cinderblocks were attached to them. He looked very tired. "I need some sleep," he said, echoing my thoughts as he pulled up the blankets. "I'll give you some privacy," I muttered, getting to my feet. He sat up and argued, "No, Alissa...stay here." "Why should I," I retorted, angrily. I felt so betrayed; but how was I supposed to hold a grudge against someone with those puppy eyes? He frowned. "Okay," I said giving into him. If I was to survive life without him, I needed to stop doing that. "So when do I move out," I whispered. I felt the tears building up, but found the strength to hold them back. He stared at me with shocked eyes, swiftly moving to my side. "I never want you to leave me," Michael said, stroking my palm with his thumb. "Your still my best friend." I smiled; but this time it was real. "Really?" He laughed a whole-hearted laugh. "Of course you are." I sat silently, Michael still stroking my hand softly. "You mad at me," he asked, a concerned look on his face. "No...not mad." I began. "Just really.." I searched for the right words. "Dissapointed, Jealous, Sad." He nodded, understanding. "Baby..I am so sorry. I truly do love you...I would never say that if I didnt." I knew that this was true. He was wonderful, so sweet, so breakible. I could only imagine how much stress this was putting him under. It hurt to know that his brothers approved. They were thumping him on the back, congratulating him. Jermaine was continuously talking about how "sexy" Lisa Marie was. When he did this, Michael grabbed my hand, and rubbed my back, whispering in my ear, "Your beautiful Alissa." Before I had met Michael, 6 years ago, when we started dating, I thought I was the ugliest being to ever walk the planet. But, when he told me I was beautiful, I felt beautiful. I felt confident...I felt...happy. His arms were where I wanted to be. That ugly feeling began to rise before me for the first time in years. I was awoken from my thoughts by the sound of a doorbell. I had been too dazed to even notice how handsome Michael looked. He was wearing a black suit and tie. His hair was tied neatly back. He ran to the bedroom door to greet the doorbell-ringer, but stopped after I tapped him on the back. He turned slightly. His eyes softened to see mine, puffy and red. He pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I love you. I love you. I love you. Be strong for me okay?" I nodded, sniffling into his shoulder. He lightly took my hand, and held it as we descended the stairs. He let go after a hard squeeze, to answer the door. He opened it. The door swung to reveal a petite woman, in a glittering silver dress, complimented by the moon's shining gaze. Lisa Marie. Her hair was wavy, high heels were placed on her tiny feet, her eyes....I had never seen anything like her before. I sighed, quiet enough so that no one could hear me. What did I have that could compare to her. I watched as Michael's jaw dropped. "You look amazing," he said as he emphasized the word "amazing." With no reply she asked, in a raspy voice, "May I come in?" Michael nodded, following one step behind her. I stood, keeping out of the way at the foot of the stairs. "Lisa," Michael said, pointing towards me. "This is my best friend, Alissa." I politely stuck out my hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Lisa. I've heard nothing but wonderful things." I smiled a fake smile. Michael gave me a thumbs up. Her back was towards him. She gave me a smirk. What the heck was that supposed to mean? A worried look entered my expression. My eyebrows creased. Michael, noticing my expression, took Lisa's hand, and motioned towards the kitchen. "Why don't we all eat?" The Jacksons, myself, and Lisa Marie entered the kitchen. Sitting at a beautiful Mahogeny Table, the food was prepared. Mashed potatoes, followed by peas, and baked cinnamon rolls sat, as my mouth-watered. Katherine sat down next to Michael, leaving a chair next to him on teh other side for Lisa. She stared down on Katherine as she sat. "Umm...thats where I want to sit," she retorted, rudely. Katherine nodded patiently. "Do you mind giving me a hand dear? My hips dont work like they used to." Lisa rolled her eyes. I quickly got to my feet. I walked over to Katherine and gave her my hand. "Don't hurt yourself, Mom. here you go." I softly pulled her to her feet and escorted her to the other seat besides Michael, making sure that she sat down safely. "Thank-you Alissa," she said, gratefully. We filled our plates modestly. Except for Lisa Marie. She piled food upon food on her plate, then refused to eat it. "Where's the chicken," she spat. "It's running a bit late dear," Katherine replied. "UGH!" Lisa Marie got up and stormed out of the room. Michael followed. Katherine looked at me with a surprised look on her face. I mouthed back the words, "I know." They had been gone for quite some time; maybe 20 minutes. I got to my feet and decided to go and check on them. I walked into the living room and my heart just about split in two. They sat, kissing on the couch. I dont even think that they were breathing. Michael saw me and immediantly stopped. I left before he could say a word. A half and hour later, Michael said to us..."I'm going to get all of us lemonade." The Jacksons stood, and followed. That left Lisa Marie and myself. "So....what are some of your interests?" She walked over to me. "Oh shut up. I know u and Michael had a thing. I will rip your head off and eat the pieces. So stay away because he is MINE!" She slapped my across the head. Katherine watched from behind teh stairs. "HEY! DONT TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!" she bellowed. I smiled upon hearing "daughter." Michael ran out of the room. "Whats going on?" Lisa Marie faked these huge puppy eyes. "Mikey, Alissa tried to hit me." She cuddled into his arms. My eyes begged. "No Mikey I-" Michael glared at me. "HOW DARE YOU!" "Michael shes lying to you," I said, desperately. From behind Michael's embrace she mouthed "You will lose." Katherine grabbed my hand. Michael looked at us with the most betrayed look I had ever seen. "I love Lisa Marie. Alissa control yourself or I will have to ask you to leave." "How could you believe her," I sobbed in disbelief. "I have known you for six years and you have known her for less than 3 hours. Michael I am telling the truth," He stood torn between us. He sided with Lisa Marie and grabbed her hand. They walked out and didnt return for the rest of the night. (TBC)