“So you used to be married, and then divorced him?” said Michael Jackson. “Yeah I used to marry my husband, and then he was abusing me, but I also know how to fight.. when he beat it me up I beat him back.” said Tiffany Denise. Tiffany Denise was telling Michael Jackson how she used to be married, and divorced him. “I think you should move out of his house” said Michael Jackson. “That’s not his house that’s my house” said Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson and Tiffany Denise went to the backstage and said serious things. “Well Tiffany, but I think you should sell your house, or call the police, or you can stay over at my hotel.” said Michael Jackson. “Yeah I can do that and call the police” said Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson really loved Tiffany Denise since 1987, it’s been only two years since they were hanging out with each other a lot and Tiffany Denise said “Michael? You’re really a good man” said Tiffany Denise “I know I am... I was abused too when I was a little kid.. Joesph Jackson abused me, and kept beating me.” said Michael Jackson. “That’s so sad Michael, and I never knew that you would lose a childhood.” said Tiffany Denise trying not to cry. “Well at least I don’t have to see him much anymore really” said Michael Jackson. While they had a long conversation Tiffany told him “I have to see my divorced husband” said Tiffany Denise “Wait?” Michael Jackson said purging his lips onto Tiffany’s. “I want you to be careful” said Michael Jackson looking worried. “Okay I will”. Sooner or later Tiffany Denise went to her house and saw her divorced husband holding a gun at her face. His name was Jayson he said to her “Get out of my house!” Jayson said. “This is my house! What’s wrong with you?” said Tiffany Denise getting a little nervous. “So you wanna play games I see Tiffany.. oh and I saw this divorced paper work right when I’ve checked the mail” said Jayson trying not to kill her. “I don’t even know you anymore” said Tiffany trying not to cry. “I got to go!” The next thing is Jayson shot Tiffany Denise on the leg and cried and screamed for help, but she saw the police station and fell right next to the door. “I need help!” Tiffany Denise said crying painfully. The police man saw Tiffany laying on the ground with blood on her leg while crying. “Get a mat for this young lady” said the cops. Michael Jackson came to the police station and saw Tiffany Denise with blood on her legs. Michael Jackson didn’t scream, but he cried it was a silent cry. “Tiffany? Why would you do this?” Michael Jackson said while crying. “I wanted to see him, but instead he pointed a gun right in my face” Tiffany Denise said while she was crying. The police called the EMS to get Tiffany Denise to the hospital. “Michael?” Tiffany Denise said while she was crying softly. “Yes? Tiffany” Michael Jackson said. “I love you” Tiffany Denise said. “I love you too” Michael Jackson said. The EMS truck came by and picked Tiffany up and she was still alive breathing. They took good care of Tiffany Denise until then she was no longer covered in blood she saw Michael Jackson and gave a big hug to Michael Jackson “Michael!!” Tiffany Denise. “I missed you so much Michael” Tiffany Denise said crying. “I missed you too” Michael Jackson said. “Come on Michael let’s go to your hotel”. “Ok” Michael Jackson said smiling. They watched a scary movie, and Tiffany Denise was holding onto Michael Jackson while she kinda got scared.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home today, but she called and said that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until next Tuesday. She said she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home today, but she called and said that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until next Tuesday. She said she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *