Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 16

I could not believe the betrayal that Michael had just shown me. Tears rolled down my reddened cheeks as the sky began to fade into an ironic gray. My mind raced as I remembered the kiss that Lisa and Michael had shared, her sarcastic remarks, my broken heart. What was I to do after the man I had devoted myself to, is dating a witch? How am I to interfere without hr twisting my words and playing with his heart? I knew that Michael's soul was pure after all of the laughs and hugs we had shared. If he had been an evil man I would not have been with him for nearly seven years. I hated myself for not meeting his expectations. I hated him for breaking up with me. But I hated Lisa Marie the most for stealing him from me. I could have bet my life that Michael and I would have made love by now if it had not been for that demon. He smile was deceiving, piercing the sky in a lie that sucked all of the oxygen out of truth. Her intentions were as wrong as The Sixteenth Street Baptist Church bombing. She was a fraud, a fake, seeking to win my baby's heart for the cash and the fame that came with being his girlfriend. I was interupted in my aching thoughts by a ringing of the kitchen phone. "Hello," Michael answered in a mellow voice. "Of course," he responded, curiously. He turned to me, a heartmelting smile upon his face. "It's for you Lissy." I nodded, trying with all of my might not to fall into his arms. My lack of reaction and sympathy offended him slightly. He shook it off and sat on the caoch. "Hello." I picked up politely. "Hello..Alissa..this is Oprah from the Oprah Winfrey Show..I am so sorry to hear of the news. I truly am, The rest of the world is quite saddened and questioning. Would you like to answer some of these on my show tomorrow at 4?" I gasped as my mouth went dry from the shock of the call. She spoke a mile a minute as my brain tried to process it all. "Of course..What an honor. Thank-you.I will see you at 4." I hung up the phone, my mouth still gaping open like an idiot. I placed my hands over my face. How would I explain what had happened to Oprah without hurting Michael or putting Lisa in a negative light? I held back my tears, but could not withstand a whimper. Michael was not fooled. He carefully sat next to me. He saw the tears building in my eyes. I fought them, refusing to be a fool in front of him. He had ruined my future since I knew he would not be in it the way I had once hoped. The last thing I needed to do was cry and show my weakness. I was a five foot eleven inch girl. I was not weak. I worked out for two hours plus, not including my daily professional softball tournaments. I had a six pack. Yet, why was I so sensitive to this man? His chocolate eyes stared at me. I felt like I was looking at a teddy bear. He looked in need of a hug. Sighing, I gave into him. I gave him a close cuddle. He smiled, inhaling slowly. "What was that call about?" I pulled my fingers softly through his hair, stroking each individual strand. He yawned. I remained silent for a few minutes. "Liss," he said, getting my attention. "Oh. Oprah asked me to come on her show tomorrow and explain our breakup." Michael grew tense, his hands tightened and his back erect. "But you can't." I became ignited, fire building up inside of my eyes. "YOU DONT CONTROL ME MICHAEL JOSPEH." He quivered, tears welling in his eyes. "Oh, Teddy." I sympathetically cuddled closer. "I love you Mikey. But this is my choice. I won't say anything to offend you..because...well...i still love you to death." He cried tears of mixed emotians. "It will be okay, Mike." He shook his head slowly. "Its not that...its that...I'm gonna miss the way we used to love each other." I sniffled. "Well you and Lisa Marie can rock it in the bed like nothing you"ve ever seen." His eyes grew wide. "Liss-I." I cut him off. "If you wanted me, you could have had me...forever." He glanced at the plastic ring and thought of its symbolic values. I nodded, meeting his gaze. "Yes. I would have worn it until the end of time. And have your babies." He cried again, Our hands, both clammy from confusion, met. We held on for minutes on end. I never wanted to let go, but did when I heard footsteps. Lisa Marie entered suddenly, and glanced at michael. "Ready for...you know what?" She teased. He nodded, and swiftly kissed my forehead. "I love you," he whispered. He left me alone as my tears finally escaped my weary eyelids.