Just Good Friends! [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 13

I went right over to this guy's house. I had to trick this ass into a confession. I knew it was him. All the signs were there. We should have saw it coming. He was there with the first attack happened.

He hit on the same girl the same time she thought she had a date with Michael. And not only that he was at the wedding too. He always was telling me how Michael got all the girls. Then some of them were getting attacked!!

I take a deep breath. I could do this. For Michael. Then I would give him the divorce he wanted. He would be free to love whomever he wanted. Even if that was not me.

Then maybe one day when I was not so bitter about it all I could be friends with him again and attend his wedding with the new Mrs. Jackson. I blink back tears at the thought.

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I ring this guy's doorbell. His car was in the drive way. So, he was home. He swings the door open. He looks really surprised that I am there at his door. Then he actually shoots me a creepy ass smile. "Hey, Mrs. Jackson, what on earth are you doing here?"

"Toby look can we talk inside? Someone might be following me over" I worry as I glance around to make sure that Michael did not send someone following after me.

He nods then allows for me to come in. I click record on my cell phone then I held it where he could not tell I was recording anything. He shuts the door behind us and let's me come inside. "I had to talk to you. Something really bad happened today at Neverland" I begin to say. He has me sit down on the couch. He stands.

He makes a funny face. "After I left? What happened?" wonders Toby.

"I do not know who I can trust" I fake a sniff tear back.

"Huh?" he asks me looking confused.

I nod. "Some maid was raped this morning at Neverland. And Michael was home. I was not with him when the attack happened. I was getting dressed for the day. And I do not know what is going on. What if Michael really did all this?" I begin to lie through my teeth.

His eyes grow wider. "A woman was raped again?? Are you not giving Michael enough action in the bedroom?" he chuckles.

"Toby, what if he rapes me? Or worse tries to kill me?" I ask him.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asks me. "We can talk more. You look frazzled" he says to me.

"Oh sure. I am. I am so upset. I never thought he was the kind who would do that. He is my best friend. I have known Michael since high school. Never would I think he would attack a woman" I sniff. My phone rings. I glance down. It was Michael calling me. I ignore his call.

"You better get that" he tells me as he comes back in with a Coke a cola for me.

"No, it was him. I do not want to look at him or talk to him again. I can't go back there" I whisper softly. "You understand" I say to him. He nods.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" he begins.

"Huh?" I ask.

"Honey, I am not buying what you are selling. "You figured it out huh?" he laughs.

Fear shoots through me. "W-what are you talking about?" I whisper. He looks me right in the eye. I notice a mask over on his little kitchen table.

"Michael always gets the girls. I ask them out. They never even look at me when he is around. I have to work for the man. The pay is good but once anyone finds out that I work for Michael Jackson he is all I ever hear about. You turned me down. That other slut I hit up at the hotel turned me down. I overhead her talking with Michael when they made plans to hook up. She did not see who I was. She assumed Michael was the last man she was supposed to meet up with. I rolled with it. Then the others became easier and easier. When you're pretending to be Michael Jackson it is easy to.... get the girl" he chuckles his confession. His truths made me sick to hear. But I had it on my phone. Then my phone beeps. I had too much video in my storage. f**k. Damn iPhone.

"Another call honey? To bad you are going to be unable to make that call" he chuckles. He grabs my phone from my lap. He tosses it out the nearest window in the back yard. I go to try to bolt out of there. He grabs me.

"Please let me go Toby" I beg of him fearing for my life.

"What is fun it to not getting the girl sweetheart? To bad you have to see my ugly mug. I can put on the mask like I had for the others. And you can pretend I am Michael Jackson" he chuckles.

"Please let me go" I whimper.

He has his arm around my neck tightly holding me close to his body. "Nope. Sorry honey. We have a date. And I intend to keep it. Like a gentleman." he answers. He turns on some music. Michael's song "Bad" begins to play. "Because I'm bad you know it.... gonna tell the whole world whose bad?" he sings in my ear.

"When I get out of here, they will all find out it was you!" I exclaim.

"So, what? By the way you won't be talking after this little date is over honey" he chuckles.

I shudder. Tears come to me. "What are you saying?" I whisper.

"After our little date, you will be dead darlin" he laughs.

"Please let me go. Please! I will not say a word. I swear!" I beg him desperately. I wince waiting for the worst.

He throws me to the ground. On his dirty cold floor. He leaps on his pray. He begins feeling me up like a horny teenage boy who never got any action in years. He slobbers kisses along my neck. "Mmm Mrs. Jackson. You are such a dirty little girl coming over to see me like this" he laughs. He leans down and licks me on the lips. "Yummm!!" he laughs.

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Tears splatter on my cheeks. I was going to die. In this nasty man's house. No one was going to know he killed me. He was going to keep on attacking women. I spot a knife on a dirty plate there on the table there near us. As he is feeling me up and slobbering on my neck getting into it, I manage to sneak over and grab the knife. I go to stab him in the side, so he will let me go.

We struggle and are wrestling for the knife on the floor. Then he pins me under him again. He laughs. "You naughty, naughty girl!" he chuckles. He grazes the sharp knife into my flesh. Blood oozes from the wound.

"Ouch!" I cry out in alarm. "Please stop! Let me go!" I cry out. "Help! Help!" I yell.

"My neighbors are at work. Shut up or I will just kill you now. Don't you want to finish our little date?" he teases me as he laughs.

"Let her the f*****g right go now!" I hear a cry ring out. A shot grazes his shoulder. He yelps in pain then falls to the floor.

I scramble to get up and head out of there. Kendall stand there with a gun in her hands. "Stay the f**k down Toby! I swear to god I will kill your ass!" she warns him. I hoover to her side. I hear cop sirens coming. I sigh feeling happy this was all over.

"Babe you are bleeding!" she gasps when she spots the small deep cut he had made on my right cheek.

"I am fine" I vow. "Where is Michael?" I ask her.

She hugs me. "Crazy girl. He wanted to hunt you down. He had to stay with the cops. Why did you not tell the cops?" she asks me.

"I knew he would get away. I got a confession out of him. He threw my phone in the back yard. It is on there" I tell her.

"You are bad ass girl! Way to go Mrs. Jackson!" she praises me. We high five.

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The cops come in arresting Toby. They find my phone and take the confession. I am whisked off to the hospital. Michael demands that Kendall goes with me until he is able to go there.

Soon he will be a free man. And the whole world will know it. I ended up having to have four stiches in my cheek where Toby had cut me. The nurses' hand me a mirror and I get to look at my face.

"Will that scar?" I ask her with worry.

She nods. "I am afraid it might leave a scar for good!" she warns me.

I sigh. Michael was really going to want me now. Not. "Thank you" I say. She heads out of there.

Kendall comes back in the room. "I talked with Michael he will be a free man soon. He will be on the way to see you tonight" she brags happily to me. "He was so worried about you! There is a guard outside your door. To protect you while you are here" she tells me. I nod. Tears come to me. I fight them back.

"About that. Tell Michael I am fine. And I do not need him up here" I tell her. I did not want him to see my ugly scar. It was enough I was having to see it on my face. He should understand.

"Why not? I thought he of all people you would need him up here?" she asks me. She looks confused.

I shake my head. "I have a confession. I overheard you talking with Michael about me before all this happened. I know he had to marry me. He is not into me like I am into him. I want divorce papers drawn up. But after he is all cleared. I want my stuff out of Neverland. The best thing I can do is give him his freedom. They say if you love them let them go right? I am setting him free. No worries" I ramble out.

She looks upset. "Hey, I really think you should talk to Michael before you have divorce papers drawn up. You did not hear everything we talked about before that. He can really explain it to you better" she tries to say.

Tears blur my vision. "I already heard what I needed to hear. I know we have a true friendship that will never be broken. But things have to be this way okay?" I say sternly to her.

"Wait here. Until you can talk with Michael. You will both sort everything out. Alright?" she asks me. "Stay here. And he will be here soon!" she says before she rushes out of the room. The nurse comes back in the room.

"Hey am I alright? Can I go?" I ask her.

"Well Mr. Jackson, your husband wanted to keep you here overnight. But I am sure we can get you out of here sooner" she offers.

"Wonderful. Please do" I tell her.

"I will go get your discharge papers drawn up for you right now" she answers before she leaves the room.

"Michael you will thank me later" I sigh as I pick up the mirror again. I see the ugly scar on my face. I would never be good enough for Michael. I had the scars to prove it too.

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