Dreaming Of You! [MJ]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2~Nothing New!

I was at my shop there in town to get some work done. It was the first time in weeks I had been there since I had been shot.

I was sitting at my desk with my notebook going over old designs for clothing. My hands shake. Feeling like I was in a strangers life. I did not know anything that I know now. I sigh as I try to keep my mind off Yolanda.

Maybe there was something good on tv. Suzette was going to be here soon with our lunch from McDonald's.

I was craving a Big Mac today and some fries. I would have to work out after all this junk food I had been chowing down on. I had been getting calls all week at home. From the Maury Show to Oprah. Wanting me on their show to tell my story.

I was sure that Yolanda was going to tell her side of the story. Her twisted story. She was still trying to get me to forgive her.

She was sending me letters as well as contacting me from her jail. I kept sending back her letters. At first, I was reading them. But it started to really mess with my head, so Chris told me to mail them back to her.

The phone rings. I reach with shaky hands to answer the call.

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"Hello?!" I answer.

"Do you accept this call from the Corpis Christie jail? Press one now if you accept" the operator says on the other end.

"No! No! No!" I scream.

Then I slam the phone down on the hook. I sigh as I run my fingers in my hair. Would I ever be free of that awful woman?

"Selena, I heard yelling what is wrong? Did something happen?" Suzette exclaims with worry as she rushes in the room.

"She called. Again. Trying to get me to talk to her. I have a protection order on her. Why won't she take the hint and leave me the hell alone!" I yell as I pace the floors now. Suzette sets the bags of food on my desk.

She hugs me. "Selena calm down. For now, she is behind bars. Once we go to trial and get things in motion she will go for life" she promises me.

"What if they let her out? What if she finishes the job?" I tearfully ask.

"We won't let her" she says sternly.

We hug.

"Come on let's forget that b***h and eat lunch" says Suzette.

I nod. We sit at my desk.

"I even got sweet and sour sauce for dipping fries. Is Chris joining us for lunch?" she wonders.

"No, he is hanging out with his friends today. Listen do not mention Yolanda's call to Chris or to dad please. I do not want to worry them more" I worry.

We get the Big Mac's out and the fries to share together.

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"I won't say a word. You can trust me" she reminds me with a smile.

"Thanks" I say gratefully.

"I hope your right. I hope after this trial I never have to see her again ever" I state.

"Same" she agrees.

I dig into my food. I was starving. I was sure I packed on pounds after having pizza with Chris and this now to. I would have a salad for dinner to make up for lost time. I dip a fry into my sweet and sour sauce.

"Are you going to take any offers and tell the story? I mean they are going to keep hounding you until you do?" she asks me.

She had a point.

I nod. "I think I will go with Oprah. I can trust her. I went with her before. The others won't get a story from me. Possibly People to. Because you know Yolanda is going to lie to sell her side of the story. And I want my fans to know the truth" I grumble with anger in the pit of my stomach.

"Good idea" agrees Suzette.

"Thanks" I say.

"How did therapy go the other day?" she has to ask.

"It went well. She reminded me I was the victim. Not to feel I did something wrong to make Yolanda do the things she did to me. I kept playing it in my head that I did something wrong. But she is right. It was not my fault for what she chose to do" I explain.

"Are the sessions helping?" she asks.

"Somewhat. I will keep trying them" I tell her. "for now"

"When do you think we will go back on tour? You know AB is making more music" she has to say.

I wince. Touring. I was not sure if I could get back on stage. When all the fans would look at me with pity in their eyes. Knowing how dumb I had been to trust Yolanda. What must they be thinking of me right now? Tears water in my eyes.

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"I need more time. More rest. I can't think about that right now. I just want to work on my shop for now" I explain. "I hope you understand"

"I do. I am here for you. We want you to get your life back. Selena, I notice since the accident you are not the same. Do you want to talk about it?" she softly says to me.

She smiles over at me.

"No, I am not ready yet" I answer. "when I am you are the first one, I will go to"

I turn on the tv.

"We have a set court date for the trial of Yolanda Salvador. She will be going on trial for the shooting of local tex mex singer Selena Quintanilla" says the announcer. "the trial will be covered live all next few weeks as the family battles to keep Yolanda behind bars since the singer's shooting"

Suzette gets up and turns off the tv. "We already know this. You do not have to listen to it" she declares.

"Thanks" I say gratefully.

We finish our meal and I show her the old designs I had been working on for the shop. She loved them. I told her I wanted to work on new hip things. To keep people in fashion. I still loved to create more then just music.

This was my other passion. Then we closed up shop after we had a few ladies come in for photos and they bought some shirts. I stopped by the store to get dinner to make something for Chris. I got a few steaks and salad for dinner that night.

When I got home the chickens were running in my yard. I hear loud music blaring in the house. Chris was playing music with his buddies. I was sure he was having a good time now.

He would be happy to see what I got him for dinner here. I kick the car door shut with my foot. Then with an arm full of groceries I head inside. I see Chris partying with his friends. Beer cans and bottles were all over the place!

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"Chris! Chris!" I yell.

At first, he did not hear me.

A dart flies by my head and lands on the dart board. I nearly drop the bag of groceries.

"CHRIS" I scream at the top of my lungs.

All eyes were on me. They scramble to clean up. Then turn the music off. Someone fixes the photo on the wall that was crooked.

I fume with anger in me. Chris promised me he was going to stop drinking. He had issues with drinking. And it nearly caused us to break up before. Now here he was in his old habits once more.

"Chris what are you doing? Why are you doing this?" I demand to know. My hands rest on my hips as I fume with anger.

"Bye Selena. Thanks for having us over Chris" his friend says as the others scatter to leave. They knew we were going to fight here.

"Selena you are not my mother. You are not my wife, okay? Lay off!" he snaps.

"You always act like an ass when you are drinking. I will not put up with this Chris" I demand.

Since I was not his wife, I take off his ring and throw it at his head.

"Seeing as I am not your wife" I grumble as I go to walk in the other room to get away from him.

"SELENA WAIT!" he exclaims.

He follows me in the bedroom.

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"Why do you have to do that crap?" I ask as I sit on our bed.

He sits beside me then places my ring back on my finger.

"Selena, I have been dealing a lot to. I did not admit it. I have been trying to be here for you" he softly says.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I demand. "We are here for one another"

"I know, but I did not want to upset you. It was hard to watch you nearly die. I almost lost you" he breaths out.

"But I am here. You did not lost me. I am not going anywhere Chris" I promise. "I have a lot more to do"

We hug.

"I am sorry. I felt I had to drink to forget all that stuff" he says as he hugs me. "I promise it won't happen again."

I had a feeling it was going to happen again. Empty promises.

Like before.

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