Chapter 6
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Blood On The Dance Floor
Michael
While I was on my lunch break at work I had to go and call Dante on that man who was bothering Myra about me. It worried me. What if the paparazzi found me here in this town? It was possible.
Or it could be the guy that was trying to kill me had found his way to me. Either way I had a bad feeling about this man in town. I had to get a hold of Dante. On my lunch break my boss went out for Subway. So, I borrowed his phone to call Dante.
"Michael why are you calling from work? That is dangerous" warns Dante once he answers his cell phone.
"But Dante this is important! Someone is following me here! They came into my girlfriend's shop. They asked about Fletcher to her. Then she said she followed him. And he was taking photos of me. Do you think someone knows that I am alive?" I worry.
Dante groans. "You better hope they don't! Or you will have to move to a new town. Forget about Myra! Kiss her good-bye!" he warns me.
"NO! I can't do that" I argue. I rub my forehead with my hand. I could not lose Myra! She was the only thing good in my life.
"What do you propose we do next Mike?" he argues with me. "Huh?"
"I don't know Dante! Let me see who this man is. And see why he wants me? Maybe he does not know a thing. Let's not jump to conclusions" I protest. "Please give me a little more time. I love Myra. I enjoy my new life here. I want to stay! For once in my life I am actually really happy" I beg him.
No answer. "Dante?"
"Fine. I will give you twenty-four hours. If you are in danger I will have to move you to a new town with a new name. Your family needs you alive Mike" he reminds me.
"I know! I know!" I sigh. "Please, I will find out anything I can" I vow.
"Twenty-four hours" he reminds me. Then we hang up.
Tears come to me. I really did not want to move. I loved Myra. She would not understand if I disappeared on her. I could not lose her. I sigh. I take a deep breath. I was not moving. Not yet. Not if I could help it! I see Myra come in. She brought me lunch. She brings me a hamburger meal. She kisses my cheek.
"Can you take a lunch break with me handsome?" she wants to know. I nod.
"Sure baby" I tell her.
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We get the lunch out in the break room at a table. She scoots her chair close to my side. She hands me a coke a cola.
"How is work today?" she wonders.
"Stressful!" I sigh.
"Working hard? It looks slow to me" she mentions.
"Not work. Remember that man that you said was following me?" I ask her. She nods.
"Sure why?" she asks me.
I pop a fry into my mouth. "I think I know who that was"
"Oh?" she asks me.
"But if he comes around come get me. I need to talk to them" I demand. "Do not tell them anything on me alright? I will tell you everything when I can, can you trust me Myra?" I ask her. "I would never put you in harms way you know, that right?" I ask her.
She looks into my eyes. She nods. "I trust you Fletch" she promises me.
"I swear when I get answers I will tell you everything" I vow to her. She nods.
"I know you will" she answers me.
After we have a little lunch date together she has to get back to work. She holds me close. Kissing me on the lips. I could feel all the love she felt for me. She made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet. She was a beauty. I smile down at her after our kiss.
"I better get back to work Fletch" she mentions.
"Can I come over to see you after work?" I ask hopefully. She nods smiling.
She kisses me again. "I would love that! You can spend the night if you want to. We have packing to do. To get you all moved in" she reminds me.
"Yes, we do" I chuckle.
"See you tonight Fletch" she says before she heads out the door.
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I get back to working on cars. It felt odd not singing on a stage. As I work a song of mine comes on the radio. "Blood On The Dance Floor" I begin to hum it. I could not take a chance of someone hearing me sing like Michael.
They might start putting two and two together you know? I turn the station before going back to work. A Jackson Five song come on. I groan. My past was coming. Coming fast.
On my way home I stop at my place to get some clothing for the night to leave at Myra's apartment. On the way there I kept feeling like someone was watching me.
I would look around me and no one was there. I was nearly to Myra's across town. I see him lurking in the shadows of the streets. I grab the man who was following me. Slamming him into the brick walls.
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"Why are you following me?" I demand to know. He does not answer. He drops his camera from his hands.
I slam him against the wall again. Trying to get him to talk. "Who are you! And what do you want with me?" I demand to know.
"You tell me. Michael" he answers with a smirk.
"How? How do you know? My name is not Michael. I am Fletcher" I lie.
Or try to.
He shakes his head. "I know you. I would know you anywhere. There is not another like you. Mr. Jackson" he chuckles.
"What do you want from me?" I demand to know. "Tell me"
"Simple. I am not sure why you are hiding. But one day you will come out. And when you do I want the exclusive story. Right from you. No one else. Not Star or People or Entertainment Tonight. Right to me" he states to me. "I do not want to tell the world where you are. I am only here for the story"
"What will happen if I never give you the story?" I ask him.
"Simple, I will have to tell the world you are alive" he warns me.
"Fine, I will give you the story. The full story. I had to go into hiding. If you rat me out the world will know, and you will put my life and others in danger" I warn him. "Do you want me killed?" I state. He shakes his head.
"I am only after the story" he mentions. "I am a reporter"
"I figured" I sigh. "What is your name?"
"Charles" he says to me. He hands me his card.
I wondered how long he had been in town. "How long have you known I was here?" I ask him.
"I have my sources" he tells me. "I have followed you for years. I need a big story, and this is as big as it gets" he says happily.
"You tell anyone you hurt that girl" I announce. "Come at me all you want. STAY away from her!" I warn him sternly. "Or you get no story"
"I think I have the upper hand right now Mr. Jackson" he chuckles. "We will be in touch" he tells me before he wanders off in the night.
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I had a bad feeling about that man.
I make my way to Myra's place. She had a nice dinner ready for me. I wished I could tell her. I had the press after me now. What if that man would tell everyone that I am alive? He was going to blow my cover and blow this love I had found with Myra. I was desperate to keep her in my world.
"Fletch?" she asks me.
I look up at her. "Yes?" I answer.
"Something wrong?" she worries. "You look upset" I shake my head.
"I found out who that man is who was following me. I know why he is here" I mutter.
"What does he want?" she asks me.
"He said we would be in touch" I admit. "Nothing for you to worry about Myra" I try to promise her.
"You sure Fletch?" she asks me. I nod.
"You made a great dinner" I tell her as I polish mine off of my plate.
She smiles. "Thanks, Fletch. Are you sure you are okay?" she wants to know. I get up out of my chair. I pull her in my arms. I kiss her.
"As long as I have you right here in my arms nothing can get me down. I am just fine Myra" I tell her as I lean down to kiss her. "I love you" I vow to her.
"I love you to Fletcher" she answers me.
She kisses me and for a moment makes all my worries disappear, for the time being.
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