Chapter 17
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I was at my doctor office with Michael and our guard was outside the door. The doctor and his nurse were pulling out the stiches. Michael had me focus on his face as they removed the stiches.
I winced each time I heard them being cut out. But soon it would be over with. And in time before Michael's Dangerous tour. That was the best thing about that. Michael's hopeful; eyes watch over me with worry in them.
He nods then flashes a perfect smile at me.
"All done here" my doctor tells me.
"Can I see my face now?" I ask him. He nods as the nurse hands me a hand held dark green mirror. I glance at my image that stared right back at me. My skin was free of the stiches. But the scar was there.
I gasp as I touch my skin. I had a deep gash mark there. A bright red mark that was across my face. Like a huge red lipstick mark that you could not rub off at all. There was an ugly brown scab in the middle of it.
"Will this go away?" I worry.
The doctor sighs. "In time it will. Then you will not notice it at all" he promises me.
"How soon?" I beg to know.
He shrugs'. "There is no set time on healing. I am sorry. It is not that bad, we have seen far worse scaring" he explains to me.
My heart sinks. The doctor was not the one who was going to be out in the public eye. In front of millions of people. They were all going to say something.
I mean look at the way they all attacked Michael for getting a nose job. And he had done it because his father Joe always used to tell him his nose was huge. But did the public care? Hell no. They teased Michael. Saying he was trying to be like Peter Pan.
Who knew what they all were going to say about me when they got a look at my face. I held tears back as I stared at the ugly horrible scar. I was not a vain person. I was really not. I was not into the latest clothing or the latest makeup.
I was not sure why this scar bothered me so much. Maybe because I was so happy. And I worried about Michael and his fans. He had just had so much crap written about him. He needed a break from all that. I did not want to cause him more grief.
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"Do you need some more pain medication while you are here? You can get a few more refills" offers my doctor. I nod.
I sigh, then nod again. "Sure!" I agree.
He writes me out a script. Then hands it to me. Then tells me to make a check up apt for a few months. I hear Michael chatting with the nurse before they leave. I stare down at the script. Tears begin to fall. I fight them off. I did not want to cry in front of my husband right now. Or I might not be able to stop.
I feel Michael place a hand on my back. He pulls me in his arms for a hug.
He kisses the top of my head. "It does not look so bad" he says softly to me.
"But you can see it. Everyone can see it!" I exclaim. "This is awful" I moan.
"What did you tell me after the Pepsi ad?" he asks me.
"I know. But they are not my fans. They are yours. And I do not want heat brought down on you do to me" I worry. "I hate this"
"You know my fans love you because I do. I am not sure if I can take what they will say about me" I sniff. He holds me close.
I hold him tight. "Don't worry about it. Everything will be fine baby" he vows.
He turns me to face him. His deep brown eyes look into mine. He smiles at me. Then swoops in kissing my lips. I forget all about the scar for a few moments of my life. This was my happy spot. Right here. Being with Michael. He always made everything better. That was for sure.
"You are so beautiful" Michael whispers after the kiss.
I laugh then hug him. "You have to say that. I am your wife" I joke.
"I mean every word I say" he vows.
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We get ready to head back to Neverland. When we get there mail had arrived. I had a letter from the courthouse. Toby's trial was really coming up soon. About a month after the "Bad" tour would start.
I reread the letter. So many of us were called to testify to put Toby away for life. My hands shake a little as I hold the letter. Michael comes over to my side to check out what I was reading.
He takes the letter from me and reads it. "Hey the trial! Thank god then this ass will go to jail for good! I am glad they are moving up the trail" Michael tells me.
I nod. He kisses my cheek. "Baby you are shaking. Are you okay?"
"I don't know. My nerves are on edge lately. I will move past this. Just thinking of seeing him again" I say softly. "I hate the idea of looking at him again" I admit.
"He will have cuffs on. Everyone is safe there. You have nothing to worry about" Michael is promising me.
I nod. "I know this. But it is just scary to see him again. I never want to see Toby again after this is over with" I breath out in one long sentence.
"I don't blame you baby. My lawyers are charging him as well as the state. He is going to be behind bars for a very long time" he vows.
He leads me to his entertainment room. We snuggle together and watch a movie on his big screen. My legs are in his lap as I sit in his lap. His hands on my knees. I lean back into him. I was not sure what movie was on. I was enjoying having some alone time with Michael. This is what made my day. It made me happy.
He knew this also!
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"What some popcorn?" he offers.
He had a tub of movie popcorn seated in the seat beside him. He had it made up. I shake my head. It was like being in a real movie theatre here with him. I loved this part of the house.
He gives me a sip of his soda. Then he feeds me popcorn. Taking care of me. Making me eat. Soon we are tossing popcorn at each other. And not really paying attention to the movie at all. I giggle as I see a piece of popcorn that was nestled in one of his curls. He grins.
"What?" he laughs.
"Nothing" I giggle.
"There is too. What did you do?" he demands to know.
I smirk as I glance at the side of his hair where the popcorn was at. "Nothing" I lie.
He begins to tickle my sides. I laugh uncontrollably now. I am near tears I am laughing so hard.
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"I give! I give! You have popcorn in your hair! In your hair!" I giggle.
He brushes his hand in his hair. The popcorn falls out. "Dirty girl" he teases me.
He kisses me. His lips taste like melted butter from the popcorn. "Mmmm!" I whisper.
"I want to make love to my wife" he whispers softly.
I wince. I wanted that more than anything. But I wanted my scar to be gone. I wanted to feel my best so that way I could be my best for Michael. "Michael can we wait to see if the scar leaves?" I beg. "Just hold off a bit longer. Not to long" I vow.
"Alright" he sighs. "Though I think you are being silly. I want you now and I will want you then" he promises me.
He looks down hearted. I lean in kissing him. "I swear it will be worth the wait. Thank you for waiting for me" I whisper to him. I touch his cheek with my hand.
"I love you Renee" he reminds me.
I smile happily. "I love you too Michael"
"You have nothing to worry about with this trial. I will be here for you every step of the way. You have nothing to fear" he promises me. "Do not give Toby another ounce of your time. Or your worry. He can't hurt you or anyone else again. And love, you have so much to look forward to" he reminds me. His finger brushes along my cheek as he smiles at me.
"Thank you, Michael," I say softly. He nods.
"I mean every word of what I say" he promises. "I always keep my word"
I smile then nod. His lips fall to mine again. Making me forget all my troubles for tomorrow go away.
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