I found your twitter today. It completely hit me by surprise until I remembered I found that exact account a few months after you left. I read over your tweets which was only 11, over and over again. Through the years that have passed since you left I’ve realized you used a lot of social sites and loved connecting with your fans. I was very confused the first time I found it. I didn’t know what to think. But tonight, I honestly feel as though you pointed me to it. Why I have no clue. Maybe you just wanted to show me you had a….God I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. I just feel like you wanted me to look at it once more and know it really was you. I was so shocked. Happy. Extremely joyful. But then reality hit me. You aren’t here anymore and there will never be another tweet from you. No new music. No new videos. No more love from the big heart you shared through endless hate thrown at you. I cannot imagine the pain you went through in your life but I pray to God every night that you are finally happy. I miss you so very much. One day I will see you for the first time. I love you so much. I miss you
Chapter 24- Love Makes Things Happen
Posted in <3 Prisoned Hearts <3 on April 23, 2012 by snookie2brie
A month later
Sandra’s POV
“So you’re telling me Michael Jackson is alive?”
“Yes! That’s what I’ve been telling you all this time!”
The fat hairy long bearded police officer looks at me incredulously….I knew it’d be a waste.
With a quick pick up of my purse I get up from the chair and leave the building walking back to my car wondering what I could possibly do to save Michael.
Makael! I reach in my purse and grab my cell phone quickly dialing his number.
“Makael? Hey it’s Sandra, listen I need you to do something for me. I cant tell you exactly what it’s for or why…or anything for that matter. Just please call the police and report them to 4576 west lakes burrow st….no im not in trouble…please just do this for me. Do it from a payphone! No this isn’t a joke please Makael I need you to do this for me it’s very important…thank you so much sweetie. Meet me at Olive Garden tonight, we need to talk about some things.”
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Shais’ POV
“What are you going to name him? …or her. Can he be another Jr if it’s a boy?” Michael asks of me with big bright eyes. I kept telling myself I wasn’t pregnant, trying to stress myself out so I wouldn’t have to make this child go through hell with us but it hasn’t worked. Obviously God has other plans for me…I just hope my baby lives a good life. I look to Michael and smile, all he’s been doing since he found out is talking about the baby, what he or she will look like, how he hopes the baby will have my looks…although I wish for the opposite, what he would have for the baby if we weren’t in this situation, and now he’s on the name…he’s been very busy with thoughts of his soon to be newborn.
“Michael…you have 2 Jr’s already don’t you think that’s enough?” I end with a small laugh. He bites his lip thoughtfully and looks up to the ceiling placing his index finger on the dimple of his chin.
“hmmm…..nope. Technically I have only one Jr. Prince…well he’s Prince Michael Joseph Jackson…that’s his first name…Prince. Blanket…he is the Jr. Michael Joseph Jackson Jr.” We share a simple laugh together at his little name situation with his boys.
“Well I don’t know Michael. That’s kind of confusing. How about Jaidine Michael Jackson? He still has your initials…just mixed up a bit.” He puts on his ‘thinking face’ again.
“hmmm..Jaidine…ok, that’s fine. I like that. As long as he has my first name somewhere in his name.” He makes a smug face. I have to laugh at how proud he is of his name. I place a hand gently on the side of his face as he lays his head on my lap and looks up at the ceiling once more and caress his cheek softly.
“So what about if it’s a girl? Can we name her Katherine? After my mother…” His glowful expression soon fades as he mentions her, I know he misses her dearly. I miss my family as well. I’ve even lost time of how long we’ve been in here.
“Of course, her name can be Katherine Denise Jackson. Your mothers first name and my mothers middle name…how’s that sound?” I try my best to cheer him up with a smile.
He looks at me and smiles brightly. “That sounds perfect. I can’t wait to meet our baby. See our baby. Hold our baby…*sighs* gosh, our baby is going to be so beautiful. I just wish he or she didn’t have to grow up in this…this…shit” He ends frustrated and gets up from my lap, sitting in his usual upset form with his back against the wall and hands clasped tightly in front of him, laying gently on his knees. He stares out into space, that frightful ‘lost’ look coming back…I haven’t seen it since the last time Tommy forced us to have sex. Since he’s found out I was pregnant he, shockingly, hasn’t given Michael any medicine whatsoever. No harm, no beating, no poison…nothing. I hate to say this but he’s actually been very nice. Other than the stupid room we’re in, it feels like we’ve been staying in a moderate hotel room, healthy, good and tasty food 3 times every day, clean clothes, showers, the whole shebang. Now that doesn’t mean we haven’t had sex…my hormones have been raging now that im in my third month of pregnancy and well..I’ve been wanting it a lot lately. I don’t know if Tommy still watches or not, he’s rarely in the lab room anymore.
“Michael…feel.” I grab his hand with a cheeky grin and place it directly on my stomach, a little to the right…the pitter-patter footsteps I felt for a quick second have left, almost disappointing me but come back full force as Michael’s hand warms up that spot. He looks up at me and reciprocates the same cheeky grin I gave him. His eyes sparkle with magic, joy and happiness.
“Awww” Is all he can say. I feel him relax tremendously and he then turns his body to face mine, placing his other hand in place of the one I grabbed before. He leans over and kisses me softly whispering he loves me before he does the exact same to my belly.
My heart fills with joy as he does this. I know im young but I’ve wanted a baby for a while now. Of course not like this and in this hell that I am currently resided in but I’ve wanted one. And for it to be Michael Jacksons baby…im starting to like being pregnant.
In my 3rd month, im wondering everyday what she or he will look like, how it will act, how big it will be, if it will have Michael’s eyes…and so fourth. I also, unfortunately had too much time to think about the terrible things that could happen. I might have a miscarriage, the baby might come out with a defect (not saying I wont love it any less), Tommy might take our baby away from us, and do God knows what with it. I pray these things don’t happen but with my mentality of being trapped here for so long, it’s hard to be positive anymore.
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Tommy’s POV
“Tommy, what the hell do you think you’re going to do with a baby? You can’t keep it.”
“Why not? It’s a helpless child!”
“Tommy! It’s a baby! You can not raise a baby in this place!”
“It’s a hospital and I know very well how to deliver babies, thank you very much!”
“…You can’t raise a child in this place Thomas” My brother walks away without another word ending the argument. I roll my eyes at him and ignore his request. How does he expect me to kill a child? An innocent baby that we can raise ourselves and teach our way of life to it. He would have known that was my plan if he had just listened to me longer…oh? What’s that?
I get up from my cozy chair and walk towards the window behind my desk, looking down at the entrance I see 2 police cars and 3 policemen at the door. I replace my white lab coat with a green sweater, remove my glasses for contacts and walk to the elevator. I push the down arrow and wait for my chariot. As the doors open I see Sandra, catching me by surprise, my breath catches in my throat.
“Sandra…what are you doing here?” This is very suspicious to me. I haven’t seen her in over a month. She walks out of the elevator smiling warmly at me.
“Hello Mr. Starkit. I’m here for work.”
“Work? You haven’t been here in almost 2 months and you still think you have the job?” I cross my arms at her, awaiting her answer.
“Well, I need the money sir. I’d really appreciate it if I could work with you again.” She looks down ashamed of herself. Her features are so beautiful to me. It’s hard to stay stern with her. I think about this for a while until the sound of hard knocking and “it’s the police!! Open Up!” burns my thoughts of anything I shouldn’t have been thinking.
“Go answer the door and see what they want. Come back up here and we will talk.” Her eyes grow big for the slightest second, I would have missed it had I not been paying attention to her. She nods her head and walks back into the elevator. Before the door closes I catch them and warn her.
“Oh and Sandra, dear, don’t do anything stupid…or as you would think…brave. I wouldn’t want to hurt you dear.” The doors close and I walk back into my office, removing my get up and changing back into something comfortable.
I wont lie, my mind races at all the possibilities aka problems I have now encountered. Oh why, why do I have to think Sandra of such beauty? It is difficult to stay focused when she is around. She has manipulated me once into letting her go. Not a single bruise on her. I was a fool to let that happen. She knows…everything. This could be the end for us. No doubt she probably had the police called here herself. Trying to save Michael. Well. She will not do that again. No more, will I play the fool. Never again will she even leave this place. She should have never came back. This will have to be her new home now.
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Sandra’s POV
Damnit! I should have planned this more. Now it is ruined. He probably know…no, he knows I was the one to have the cops called. Of course he has no proof but he knows it was my idea. Now I have to sit here explaining to them it must have been a fake call. I pray Makael didn’t use his personal number. I do not want him in trouble for this. I had to come up with a lie though. It wasn’t enough cops and I’ve seen one too many crazy lunatics, aka people like Tommy, take down army’s of police. So 3, was definitely not enough.
“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience officers. Enjoy the rest of your day.” I smile brightly as the officers’ tip their hats and retreat back to their cars, the fattest one mumbling something along the lines of ‘damn kids’. I walk back toward the elevator, gearing myself up for what will probably be the worst beating in history. I know Tommy is upset with me.
But that is not the most important thing. What is…Michael. How am I going to get him some help now? And what about Makael? He could be put in jail for that call. God I pray he used a payphone like I asked him to! We’ve been going steady since that night we met. He’s so sweet and caring…just pure wonderment. Not to mention he’s a great lover. Don’t even get me started on that.
I pull my blouse away from my body in need of some of that cool air hitting my body. Can’t be going off to lala land while I’m here…that is very dangerous. The doors open and I step inside. Pushing the second level button I raise my head in confidence, repeating to myself this will work out. I will help them. They will be safe. The world will know of this horrid place and burn it down with the owner behind all of this.
As I step out the elevator, I notice Tommy pushing a cart with Shai laying on top. Her eyes are closed and she looks extremely relaxed…too relaxed if you ask me. My heart drops. Realizing she’s dead has triggered immediate tears to form and drop. I quietly walk down the hall to the room Michael is in…I hope he is still there. As I walk further down my mind ponders at why he is just now removing her body. Why has she not been buried yet and why there is no stench? I think deeply at these thoughts wondering if he was keeping her body for experiments, torture…or worse…his own pleasure. I shake my head quickly to drain those horrid thoughts. I step to Michael’s door and knock quietly but loud enough so I can be heard.
“…why are you knocking?” I sigh of relief, he is still there and he sounds healthier than he did before. His voice sounds strong…alive. I grab for my keys realizing I do not have them back yet. I curse myself silently as I remember I just came back not even 30 minutes ago. I don’t have any of my resources to the hospital nor do I have my work clothes. Great. I walk back down the corridor not saying anything to Michael. I don’t want him to be upset with me. Ha, like it will help just bursting through the door and cheerfully exclaiming ‘I am here to save you Michael!”
I shake my head at my thoughts once more and walk into Tommy’s office. Of course I inspect the room thoroughly before walking in, making sure he’s not back and no one else is around. I look under billions of paper on his desk, through his drawers and even through his coats until I hear a jingle. My head whips up toward the door. I straighten up and quickly sit in the chair in front of his desk, crossing my legs and taking a deep breath to get back into character. Not too long after he walks through humming a song.
“Oh, there you are dear. I was looking for you.” I look up at him and smile. He sits down in his chair and leans back comfortably, eyeing me with a cold hard stare. The inside of me is screaming, shivering, and wanting to puke everywhere just being in this damn room. I blink a couple of times to rid the thought from my head and sit up straight waiting for him to speak.
“What did the police want?”
“They said they received a call from some guy asking them to check this place out.” I shrug my shoulders. There’s no sense in lying, plus it might help my not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.
“Hmm. There have been no visitors here other than you in the last 10 years Sandra. How do you suppose that guy found the address?” I pucker my lips to the side and place a finger to them in deep thought.
“That’s a good question sir.” I keep my confidence high and my lies even higher. He looks at me with that same stupid stare as if he’s waiting for me to break. Waiting for me to spill everything I’ve done and said to Dani and waiting for me to admit I not only knew the guy that called the police but I was the one to have him call…I gave him the address. He finally sits up in his chair, leaning forward over the desk and clasping his hands together.
“So, my understanding you want this job back huh?”
“Yes sir.”
“Why?” Now it’s time to put all that practice I did for this exact moment to the test.
“Well to be honest, it gives me a thrill being here. Having all these patients under my care, under my watch…being in control of them, including my idol…I love the power…the authority I have working here. I figure if I can’t have Michael as my own, I will make him be my slave. You have taught me to see the world in a whole new light sir.” His mouth dropped from the second I said it gives me a thrill. The slow licks to my lips helped catch him by surprise too.
Got cha right where I want you.
He licks his dry lips and sits up straight, fixing his jacket over himself probably to cover his tiny hard on. Not like I could see it anyway. He nods his head slowly, understanding my want to be here. He bites his lip and a thoughtful look appears on his face. He leans back in his chair again, relaxing in the moment. Bathing in everything I just said.
“I like the way you think dear. You…you are the first…out of many might I add that has actually begun to see the world the way I do. I like that a lot Sandra. You have drive, you have pride, you have confidence…that’s all features I quite certainly love in women…ok, you want the job back? You got it.” He smiles mischievously at me and reaches in his pocket, bringing my old set of keys out and pushing them towards me. Jackpot! I place a look on my face matching his perfectly. I grab for my keys as I am about to thank him, but he grabs my hand in the process and looks me in the eyes.
Shit…I’ve only seen it once but I know what that look means. I gulp my fear and dread down my throat, knowing I have to do this for Michael.
“You must first prove to me how bad you really want your job back.” He leans back once more and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down to his knees. I take a deep breath and stand up, walking behind the desk to stand in front of him, I can not believe I am about to do this for the 2nd time in my life. I get down on my knees and pleasure this tiny little bud of what is supposed to be a penis.
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Sandra’s POV
Hours later
“Hey babe!” I smile brightly as I see Makael walk up to the table. He looks so very handsome but worried at the same time. I don’t even want to worry about that right now. I’ve been through enough today and I just want to be happy with him. He smiles back and sits in the chair directly in front of me after giving me a smooch.
“Hey, so what’s up?” wow, he wants to get right down to the dirty details huh? Well, he will just have to wait.
“What do you mean? I just wanted to see you and have a nice dinner tonight. Is that a crime?”
“Why did you give me that address today? Why did the cops need to be involved with that?” I look around nonchalantly praying nobody has heard him and eye him with a look letting him know I am not in the mood right now.
“What are you going to eat? I think I will get the Ravioli di Portobello. It looks really good.” I observe the menu until the waitress comes by to take our orders. Makael orders the Chicken Parmigiana and a sprite. My drink? Mascato…yes I’m in need of a little buzz tonight. So sue me.
“Why are you drinking? You brought your own car…do I need to remind you?” I could just take those lips of his and twist them till they fall off!
“No smartass, I know I drove. I am not getting drunk, it’s one glass of wine…it will not hurt.” I eye him hard to let him know im done with the conversation and his bullshit tonight.
“I don’t think it’s safe and I don’t like it.” ugh, he is so strong willed and stubborn!!!
“Well what do you suppose I have to drink Makael? Since you make all the decisions so suddenly.”
“…what’s wrong with you? If you didn’t want to come out tonight or see me you shouldn’t have asked me to meet you here. I would have given you your space.” His eyes burn into my soul, making me feel like an ass. I take a deep breath and slowly release, looking at him I feel his pain. His confusion. His worry…
“I’m sorry. I just…things have been a bit hard for me lately and I’m just having a hard time trying to deal with them. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I look away ashamed. I honestly didn’t mean to hurt him, I was just in a horrible mood after leaving ‘work’. I didn’t even get to see Michael. He reaches a hand over and places it on top of mine, causing me to look at him. He smiles at me and squeezes my hand gently.
“Hey, it’s alright. We all have days like these. What do you say about getting our food to go and going back to my place? You’ve never been there anyway, it isn’t as nice as yours but it’s pretty cozy inside.”
“That sounds like a plan.” I smile brightly, genuinely and lean forward to kiss him.
Once our food arrives in our doggie bags, Makael pays the bill and we take off in his car. Not before he forces me to call Dani and have her pick my car up after work that is.
Chapter 23- Fate Will Call Upon You
Posted in <3 Prisoned Hearts <3 on April 23, 2012 by snookie2brie
“I’m sorry…” I quickly apologize to the woman who I bumped into making her drop her groceries. I help her pick them up and continue to apologize until she promises me that everything is alright. I sigh and stand tall ready to walk away and go back to thinking of how I messed up as she quickly walks, almost runs, away to continue her business as well.
“Excuse me!…um Shontell, here, you forgot your wallet.” I find her name on her license and meet her halfway. She grabs at her wallet and swiftly walks away. I look at her like she’s a crazy person, why did she seem so afraid? I wasn’t going to hurt her geez.
Hmm, that was strange.
I guess she was just busy. Oh well…but my mind tells me to get to know this woman better instead of questioning her actions.
I get in my car and drive to Wal-Mart to pick up some things. Dani hasn’t said a word to me since I acted out and lost my mind a bit. I just…I feel as though he’s mine now. Shai is dead…unfortunately but my entire goal was to save Michael…not her…well not technically anyways.
My thoughts are racing, I try to keep a focus on the road seeing as I am driving but my mind just wont stop thinking. There are so many questions, so many faces, so many thoughts and it’s driving me crazy!!! I pull the car over in a haste almost causing an accident, bang my head on the steering wheel and cry helplessly. I just don’t know what to do with myself.
“Ma’am!! Are you ok?” An alarming knock on my window startles me. I look up through wet eyes, blinking away the tears. This guy is kind of cute…brown hazelnut curly shoulder length hair, same hazelnut eyes, full lips, mocha skin, cute button nose, large hands, and a bright white smile to wrap that wonderful package up.
“Ma’am?” and he’s respectful too…
“Uh? Oh.. um yea im fine. Thank you.” I roll the window down just a crack so he can hear me better.
“I said I’m fine. Thank you.”
“do you need some assistance? I know a lot about cars. I could help you miss.” His voice is so smooth…goodness.
“oh no, that’s ok. There’s nothing wrong with my car. I’m just a little crazy at the moment.” ….did I really just admit that to a stranger?? *facepalm*
“oh haha, we all are a little. No worries. Do you need a shoulder? An ear? Haha I got both *smiles*” ….*sighs* he’s so dreamy.
“you know what, I think I’ll take you up..on that offer! On the offer…” Gosh I have never been so…12 year old with a man!!!!
“ha ha, well come on. There’s a nice little diner down the street. We could walk…it’s a beautiful day anyways.”
“Ok.” I grab my belongings, turn the car off, slowly step out with handsomes helping hand and lock my car.
“What’s your name miss?”
“Sandra…yours?” I look at him with a clear vision and notice something very strange…something very familiar….I just can’t put my hand on it.
“Mike…well it’s actually Makael but I like Mike better…its easier for people to pronounce and it’s the name of my idol.” Mocha skin, hazelnut eyes, curly shoulder length hair, strong masculine features, broad shoulders, lean dancers body, large hands,…gosh those hands, that soft sincere voice…oh my goodness. Mike? Favorite name of his idol…omg this is too good to be true.
“Mike huh? Would that happen to be for Michael Jackson?”
He blushes and bites his lip before answering…gosh this is too good to be true!!!!
“yes ma’am. That man is a genius…he really is. Now I don’t want you thinking I’m an impersonator or anything because im not. I just…well..from what I hear, you know I don’t believe it at all…I just look a lot like him…in the late 80s…bad era…you know…” oh my God he even does the ‘wink’ the same way…Lord help me.
“Well…its true…you look just like him…the only difference is the hair and your eyes are a bit lighter than his…everything else is pretty much the same…” I wonder how much of everything else is the same…good lord Sandra get a hold of yourself!!! Worrying about the mans penis…that is just wrong………that’s wrong. Don’t do it anymore Sandra!
“…or in person?”
“excuse me?” I blink a couple of times and look away blushing…focus Sandra focus!!!!
“I asked have you ever seen him in concert or in person?” He bites his lip to hold back a giggle. Great now he’s laughing at me…
“oh..yea I’ve seen him a lot…I used to work with him…I…” Then reality hits me smack dab in the face… the pain and confusion comes back and stabs my heart repeatedly.
“Are you ok Sandra? I know it’s hard talking about him im sorry I shouldn’t have asked. Please forgive me.”
“no it’s…it’s not you…im sorry I just…im sorry.” He wipes some tears away gently, kissing my cheek afterward.
“Come on, lets go get something to eat. My treat.” He says while embracing me warmly…gosh he even holds me like Michael held me the first time I met him.
“are you sure you’re not Michael’s secret little brother or something?” I say to lighten the mood and to get my mind off of the real Michael. He laughs heartily and licks his lips before answering….Good God this is true damn good to be true.
“I wish I was his brother…”
“Don’t we all wish we knew him personall-“
“Hey let me ask you a question…do you feel that he’s gone? I know this is a hard topic to speak about being a Michael Jackson fan but do you have that feeling that he’s not here anymore?”
Oh God, what do I say? Play along or tell the truth? **** **** ****!!!! What do I say? What do I say?
“Um, well…I don’t think he’s gone…I don’t feel it in my heart…never did” well there’s some truth to that.
“Me either. I feel he’s still here…I know this may sound crazy but I don’t know. I just feel like maybe he’s lost somewhere or kidnapped. A lot of money hungry, psychotic obsessed, jealous people wanted him…what if he’s still here in the world somewhere?”
“…That could be true.”
“Yea, hopefully it is. They say you’re suppose to feel when someone you care about and love passes away. No matter where in the world they are. And I haven’t felt it yet…man it would be amazing if that were true. If anybody knew about him being alive…man I hope they come out and say it. I would help them. I swear I would.”
My throat became dry and hoarse as soon as he said ‘alive’. My heart stopped for a minute, I stopped breathing. What am I doing? Out in the world like this knowing the information I know. I should stay inside my house for the rest of my life and rott away…im too afraid to say anything. I don’t know where Dani is…what if Tommy found her…oh God.
“Oh my goodness I’m sorry again. I didn’t mean to make you cry again. Please forgive me Sandra.” He embraces me once more. I don’t even realize I’m crying. I feel numb inside. I feel extremely hot too. This isn’t me. I gotta get my head correct.
“Im fine. Im sorry I’m so emotional Makael. Geez I don’t know whats wrong with me. I don’t even realize when im crying until you say something. Isnt that crazy?” I laugh halfheartedly to lighten the mood. He smiles that lovely bright smile to me and pats my hands gently.
“Hey I told you we’re all a little crazy.”
“Makael?”
“Yes?”
“Can we get out of here. I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you but I really just want to be home..but…well..I don’t want to be alone at the moment. Do you mind coming home with me?” I look down while asking, I’m very shy at the moment. Although it’s nothing new.
“Sure. As long as you’re comfortable with it.”
**Back at Sandra’s place**
Glass broken, my vase with my lucky red roses scattered on the floor, clothes everywhere…my bra on the kitchen table?? How did that get there? When didn’t even go in the kitchen. Oh gosh. I blush ten shades of red as I look at the monument of a mess Makael and I have made. I don’t know how it happened. I cried most of the way home thinking about Dani, wondering if she is ok. I let Makael drive since my vision was ruined by my stupid pointless emotionless tears.
We got lost thanks to my mind not being clear, crowded with thoughts of Michael, Dani and Shai…Tommy popped in those thoughts ever so often. When we made it home, which was about 2 hours later thanks to me, we were both very tired. I opened the door, walked in, tossed my purse and shoes in the middle of the floor, went to the kitchen. There I called to him and asked if he was thirsty. He said he’d like a water please, I poured some cranberry juice for myself and went back into the living room where I announced he could sit wherever.
I sit next to him on the couch, we sit our drinks on my coffee table and next thing I know we’re attacking each other like male lions fighting for their territory. I don’t have to give you the details of the rest, you all know what happened…obviously.
“2:45am? Geez how long did we have sex?” I begin to pick up the scattered clothes and broken glass when I cut myself.
“****!” clumsy me. I run it under some cold water and place a bandage on the cut, hoping I didn’t wake Makael. I look down at the broken glass and choose not to try to finish that job at the moment.
I walk back into my room where my new lover is laying in my bed, sleeping so beautifully. Like a baby. I crawl in bed with him and examine his features once more. His chestnut curly hair tussled around his face, like bad era Michael from Come Together, or Dirty Diana. His strong masculine features so soft and gentle, flawess. His pouty rose red lips forming a very small smile, like bad era Michael when he’s shy or blushing, as he sleeps. His large masculine but soft hands, like bad era Michael….hell like Michaels, now on my body, wrapped around my back as I scoot closer to him. Those lips…so very soft.
I kiss them. Oh gosh those lips…and those features…Lord…it’s me again…I need your forgiveness once more.
I pray to the God above as I wake Makael up.
“hm?” He says softly, I need to wake him up fully.
I decide to go about it my own way, slowly sliding my hand down his chest, which is also like Bad era Michaels, caramel, toned, defined, lean…oh God…playing with his outtie for a couple of seconds till his stomach retracts away. I take that chance to slide my hand in his boxers, sliding it down his full length…which is also…you guessed it, like Michaels. Thick, juicy, long, amazing…a true joy stick.
He begins stirring in his sleep, his hips being to move with my hand as I kiss him, softly calling his name.
finally!!!!
“Make love to me again…please.” I beg of him. The rest of that night…well morning, we make love…till the break of dawn.
Angry birds!!!
Posted in Uncategorized on January 12, 2012 by snookie2brieI’ve had this game for a while now and I must say I’m addicted to it lol. I’ve beat the game save for the “special levels”. I’m working on those but I began to get frustrated so I’m working on beating all my original scores. Here’s a screen shot of one of the levels that cheated me to the fullest extinct xD
Out Here On My Own
Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2011 by snookie2brie
“Michael! Michael!! Boy come here!” Joseph yells to his son, ducking under the bed trying to grab him as Michael scurries back even further beneath the bed.
“NO! Leave me alone! I didnt do anything!” He screams back at his father, crying from fear of being beat to death. He called to his mother but her heart just couldnt take it. She left the house knowing nothing she could do would help her son. Not after he told Joseph to ‘leave him the hell alone’ .
“Ima get you eventually Michael. Ima get you! you aint getting out of this one boy!” Joseph gives up for now, breathing deeply after the workout Michael had given him. He’ll have to come from under that bed soon enough and i’ll be right there waiting. Then I’m tearing his little butt up!
Michael stays under the bed and continues to cry. Wishing, praying and hoping that this will end. That somebody comes and saves him. His brothers, sister, mother…anybody…but nobody comes to his aid. They all know better to interfere with one of Josephs rampages. He curls himself up in a ball holding onto himself tight. He tries to stop crying because he can feel a migraine coming strong.
“Hey Michael? How long you gonna be under there? You might as well get it over with.” Jermaine, Michael older brother…his closest brother his confident and best friend…who just sat there and looked…he didnt try to help Michael whatsoever. None of them did! Everytime they get in trouble I’m the only one to stand up and defend them! i get in trouble with them because they’re my family and I love them and its WRONG for that man to beat them like that but they dont do it for me! They dont care about me! Nobody cares about me!
“Just leave me alone Jermaine. I dont want to speak to you or anyone else for that matter just leave me alone!” Michael screams at him. Jermaine leaves the room shaking head muttering things Michael doesnt want to even hear. Get it over with. It’s going to happen anyway…no! it shouldnt have to happen. He just gets a kick out of beating us and nobody does anything because they are scared! At least i fight back!!!
His thoughts continue to race, reminiscing on all the times he’s gotten beat, thrown against a wall, tripped, punched, kicked, slapped, whipped…from the very first day he can remember. Anger builds in his heart, his mind, and his soul. I can’t take this no more. He’ll be the death of me if I stay here any longer!
Michael looks around the room, carefully and quietly. Not wanting to make much noise. Once he see’s the clear room he scurries from under the bed and sprints to the door locking it then putting the dresser behind it to block it.
He grabs his school backpack and fills it with clothes and books. He puts on 2 pair of pants, 3 shirts, a jacket, 2 pairs of socks and his little loafers. He then opens the window, looks outside and around to make sure Joseph isnt there waiting for his Mother to come back home.
He climbs out of the window and Joe unfortunately walks around the corner of the house, seeing Michael and immediately sprints toward him with a his belt ready to beat him. Michael runs across the yard into the neighbors where the vicious pit bull is hungrily awaiting him. The dog barks and Michael runs like lighting. He hears his father screaming for him to keep running, to not come back home.
He does what he says and continues to run, leaving his life behind him and not looking back. His breath quickening, his heart beat racing…thumping inside his chest. He runs and runs and runs. Tears stream down his face blurring his vision here and there but he quickly wipes them away.
“Boys dont cry! My sons will NOT cry! You wanna cry I’ll give you a reason to cry!” Is all that he can hear as he wipes the tears away. His father always told him that. It just pushes him further, keeps his adrenalin high and keeps his legs going. Stride by Stride, Sprint by Sprint.
As he still runs he passes by a bridge…there he slows down and walks back, taking a look at the bridge. As his breath calms down he walks under the bridge and sits down, catching his breath wishing he had brought some water to drink.
He lays downs using his backpack of clothes and books as a pillow, and falls into a deep sleep.
The next day he wakes up, taking in his surroundings and begins to cry again. He misses his family already. He doesnt have his mother anymore, his brothers and sisters…nobody. He’s now on his own. They probably arent even looking for me. He wipes his tears and forces them to stop dropping. He picks a book from his backpack and beings reading. The first line catches his eye and in a very bittersweet way, warms his heart.
“One day in your life, you must take control. Handle the situations that come to you with pride, honesty, and faith. They will be dealt with. you pass those test your life puts you through and you will succeed. One day In your life…you must take a chance…make a change…and follow through.”
As Michael finishes the paragraph, he looks up at the sky, the clouds are puffy and white, the sky clear and blue. The sun shining brightly down upon him. He smiles to himself.
“I am going to follow through…I am going to pass it. On my own.”
Chapter 22- A New Beginning
Posted in <3 Prisoned Hearts <3 on January 9, 2011 by snookie2brie
Tommy went away to check on Shai a while ago. Since I’ve been alone all I could think about is the worst: What if she is pregnant. What are we going to do? and who’s is it? Tommy fucked her the same day I did. poor thing, she’s only 18. She’s still a child herself.
“I wonder what happened to Sandra.” I say to myself, I haven’t seen the girl since she was dragged out here. I hope she is ok. A part of me is ecstatic that I have to no longer deal with her but she is still my fan and she is still a person…I don’t want anything bad to happen to the girl. I really hope she is ok.
“Tommy!!!!!” I scream out his name, hoping he will hear me.
“What?”
“Oh..why..how long were you there?!”
“Michael…what do you want?”
“A shower.”
He looks at me with that death stare again, and I give it right back. The staring contest last what seems like forever until he gives up and looks away irritatingly.
“Will you attack me this time or do anything stupid?”
“No”
“fine. I will examine Shai while you’re in there.”
“You havent checked if she was pregnant yet?” He walks out of the room before hearing the rest of my question… asshole.
He opens the door and walks in with his combat suit on and ready.
“No i have not. i am charging up the equipment that is needed for that. She is already in the room though so dont try looking for her anywhere else.” He handcuffs me and begins walking me to the shower room.
“What room?”
“That is for me to know and you to never find out Michael.”
“Tommy why can’t i know where she is? We can’t escape this damn place anyway why can’t we go around the hospital? why do we have to stay in —ahhh!” That asshole stunned me. He pushes me in the shower room with my necessities and closed the door shut making sure it’s locked.
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“My goodness he was right! Ohhhh this is wonderful!!!!” I hear Tommy clapping and ….I think, dancing…around the room, or wherever he has me.
I open my eyes and examine my surroundings. It’s a medical room and there’s an Ultrasound machine on and…there’s something….moving…???
Oh God no! I can’t be…I can’t be!!!!
My vision is soon blurred with tears. I can’t be pregnant…I don’t know who’s baby this is. I refuse to have a child in this sick environment!
“Tommy please, get rid of it. i dont want it.” I cry helplessly but the plea comes out calmer than expected. The tears fall hard and my heart hurts pungently but it’s not fair to have this child tortured too.
“No! I can not and will not do that. Michael is going to be a new father, that would break his heart my dear.”
“What do you care?! and how do you even know it’s Michaels? You raped me too you asshole!!!” I struggle to fight him but it’s a worthless struggle, im too restrained once again.
“Shai…hun…I, unfortunately, can not have kids. I was in a terrible accident years ago and I haven’t been able to produce children since. I have no sperm. So you’re lucky. But I still refuse to kill a child. You and Michael will have a beautiful baby. I’ll be it’s uncle!” He claps in joy and laughs proudly.
“NO!!!” I am NOT having a child in this sick place!”
“It is not sick. and it is a hospital…it is no different from any other place you would have a baby.”
“Fuck you! you murder people in here and drug people and make people rape people!!!! that is a huge fucking difference!”
He laughs again.
“Shaaai… you can do and say whatever you want… I am not killing this child. That means you are free of any pain for the rest of this pregnancy…well except sex. You and Michael will still have sex, I just wont give him as much medicine so he will not hurt you. OH! Speaking of Michael! I must go get him and tell him. Come on dear.” He begins to let me free of my restraints and i immediately attack him. I get no where though because I’m so extremely weak and tired. He grabs me in his arms and carries me to the room.
“Stop it! Put me down! Let Me go!” I still struggle and put up the best fight i can. Tommy opens the door and sits me on the floor then leaves to go get Michael. Well that’s one good thing…I get to see him again.
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I think it has been about 2 hours since I’ve been left in the shower. I cried most of the time under the water, fighting with myself, praying that Shai is okay as well as the baby…if she is pregnant. I hope it’s mine.
The hot water feels so good against my dirty, gritty skin. I feel as though I’ve just finished one of my concerts. Sweat pouring off of my body, stinging my eyes, my muscles tense and sore… I love it. I miss those days, dancing and singing…performing for my fans, 2 hours straight…rushing backstage, hearing the roars and cries from my fans, running to the van to go to another state or to get to the hotel and relax in a hot bath or a steamy shower. It is somewhat better this time though, i have a lady to go back to…hopefully. and she loves me for me. I don’t let my hopes get down…even in this situation. It’s still wonderful to know there’s a chance for me and my family.
The steam from the water relaxes my muscles pleasantly. My hair is washed and I feel amazing. Reborn. A knock on the door interrupts my newfound happy place and startles me slightly.
“Michael! Are you done?” I hear Tommy shout with…amusement…no…with…joy eliciting from his voice…????? I call out to him a quick and worried ‘yea’ and turn the water off. He walks into the show and grabs me by the arm, pulling me out and handing me a towel to dry off with. I quickly wrap it tightly around myself…that grin he has, with the euphoric sound in his voice..is REALLY creeping me out.
“What are you smiling so hard for? Don’t try anything Tommy, I will rip your shit off if you dare—"
He holds a hand up to hush me, closing his eyes with a serious expression.
“I do not want that Michael…I am completely straight.” Like that matters? You’re still a sick fuck. “I would never do that to you…you piss me off enough and I might give you to Albert, hahaha he’ll love that…but no. I have wonderful news Michael!” He claps his hands in enjoyment again, confusing me to the end of the world. I think deeply at what it could be as I notice he wants me to guess the ‘good news’….whatever it is…it can’t be good.
“You’re letting us go?” I let the only GOOD news I can think of come out with much profound sarcasm and a matching smile.
“No. You were right Michael, you’re having a baby!” My eyes bug out 10 times their size. “Shai is pregnant.” My mouth drops to the ground, hitting the floor with an abundance ‘thud’. “That is the reason she has been so irritable and sick lately. 2 months to be exact!” 2 months…2…Shai…2 months….pregnant…I had a feeling she was pregnant and I geared myself up for the fact that she very well might be but…now that it’s confirmed…it’s reality now. Not just a dream…
The next thing I know I slip and fall hard on my back, thankfully….I guess. Tommy caught my head before it could hit the pavement. Or I would have been knocked out cold.
“Geez Michael! Watch your step! You are so clumsy!!” He picks me back up and we begin to slowly walk again toward the room….that I’m sure, well hope…Shai is in…with…her..our…baby.
“I…I uhh..” I scratch my head, thinking deeply of how this could have happened…I mean she was a virgin when she got here. I know I felt myself break her…but…
My vision goes to nothing as I stare unknowingly to outer space…my heart fills with passion, love, happiness, joy, sorrow, pain, anguish, anger, and then all those feelings…drop…down to the pit of my stomach.
Oh God, she’s pregnant with my baby…
My eyes flutter helplessly, I hear Tommy calling to me worried about something. My body feels very light, like I’m flying…or floating…my sight soon goes black. I feel something tremendously hard underneath my body, my head feels a slight tinge of pain.
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“Got Damnit Michael!” I hear Tommy yell out…I can tell they are close. I wonder what happened. I hope Michael doesn’t know…I don’t want him too.
He brings Michael in, dragging him along the floor.
“Michael?” I am so happy to see him but I am afraid something is wrong…why is he like that.
“What did you do to him Tommy?”
“I did nothing. I told him you’ two were having a baby and he passed out. He hit his head pretty hard on the floor I could not catch him in time. You might want to keep an eye on him. I will be back with some aspirin and water for him when he wakes up.
I just move toward Michael and grasp his head in my hands. I caress his face and lips, kissing them slightly. He looks so peaceful right now…too peaceful to be honest.
“Michael…wake up…please.” I slap him a little hoping he will come back. I begin to rock him back and forth…still calling his name calmly. I am so happy to be with him again. I don’t know how long it has been but damnit i have missed this man.
“Shai…” He’s waking up!
“Michael! How are you feeling?” I kiss him before he can answer and help him sit up…there is some blood on my hand…
“Oh God Michael you’re bleeding.” I attend to his head the best i can in this situation.
“Shai…” He grabs me hands and looks me in the eyes. “Are you pregnant?”