The Girl Is Mine! [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 9

Keep It In The Closet

Myra

I had taken the next week off. I had not had time off in a long time. Everyone was pouring into my work place ever since they all learned that I had been dating Michael Jackson. Even girls who used to loath me in high school were after me to get me to tell them all about dating him.

I refused. I had reporters after me. Not to mention Michael was still calling me. I wrote him a letter. Since making sure it got to him right away I had not heard another word from him.

Why could he not understand my point of view? Where I was coming from? I was humiliated in front of the entire world! Everyone even said how could this girl not know it was Michael?

I felt so stupid. Now that I looked back on everything I saw the signs. I should have saw them a long time ago, but I did not. I was dumb like they all said I was.

Tears escape my eyes again. I glance down at the anniversary card he had given to me. What a joke that was. I read the card. I wondered if he meant a word he told me. Or he was just lonely and looking for a piece of action on the side. He really fooled me. I notice on the card he scribbled out something under the fake name Fletcher.

It looked like he was going to write Michael. How had I not noticed that? I toss the card to the floor. I had been crying all day. Drowning my sorrows in Ben And Jerry's tubs of ice cream. I needed to get to the local gym. Get out of here. I head to my bedroom.

It was a mess in there. I spot his old shirt he had left behind. A work shirt in our dirty laundry pile. I lean down picking up the shirt. Tears fill my eyes. I can still smell him on the shirt. I clutch the shirt to me. Even if he never once really loved me, I had loved him with my whole heart. Who ever he was.

I toss the shirt in the trash. Fletcher was not going to need his work shirt any time soon. I sit on the couch again feeling defeat. I had been watching old songs of Michaels. I still could not believe all those nights I thought I was with someone else, well, I was with him. I sigh.

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Someone knocks on the door. I brace myself to act like I was not home. I did not want anyone to know I was there. They could leave me be. Let me clean my wounds as they say. Why could not anyone understand that I needed time alone. I was hurting! I was human!!

"Myra, I know you are in there! Myra it is me. Steph" I hear my best friend saying on the other side of the door. I swing the door open and allow her to come in. She hugs me after I shut the door.

I smile sadly at her. "Sorry about that. People have been hounding me"

"I know" she nods. There is a crowd outside" she says.

"They seem to think this is a game. Or a circus. How in the hell am I going to get my life back?" I moan softly. I go to the window. We peek past the curtains. Sure, enough nearly the whole town was out there.

"They will go soon. Once they see Michael is not coming back" she points out.

That hurt even worse. That he was giving up. And that he was never coming back. "I know" I sigh. "It all seems like a nightmare"

"It will all be over. I know it seems like it won't" she tells me as we sit down on my couch.

Tears come to me again. "f**k it! I have been crying day and night. Non-stop"

I give up.

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"You were in love. Are in love. He loved you" she has to add salt in my wounds.

I shake my head. "No, he was never in love with me, he lied. It was all lie"

She frowns. "I really do not think so. I think he loved you with all his heart. He seemed to be. Why would he lie? He had told me he wanted to ask you to marry him, but the timing was not right"

I wince hearing that again. "He did not want to marry me because I did not live up to his celebrity status. I am nothing. A no one. I am not famous. He did not want to marry me"

"I think he loved you. No loves you. You can't fake that" she argues with me.

I was just about to argue with her. Someone knocks on the door. I sigh. It never ended. I look through the peep. It was a strange looking man at the door. I was not in the mood for interviews. Or tons of questioning.

"Myra?" he calls out. "Myra Morrison?" he knocks on the door.

"Go away!" I demand.

He keeps knocking. "I have something important here. I must give it to you in person. I had strict orders to get it here. Right from.... right from Michael himself" he announces. His voice sounded oddly familiar. He was a tubby man. Balding. He looked odd from the little peep hole there in my door.

I motion for Stephanie to come over beside me.

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"What do you have? Leave it and I will get it" I yell back.

He shakes his head no. "Myra. Miss Morrison. Look I can't leave until I get this to you. Then you will never have to see me again" he promises me.

I sigh. "Steph what should I do?" I whisper to her. She shrugs'.

"Open it. See what Michael sent" she tells me. She was no help.

"Stay by my side" I whisper to her. She nods. We open the door then pull the guy in. And then slam the door shut fast. "Now what is it that Michael wanted so desperately to give me. I want you gone after" I warn the man sternly.

He stares right directly into my eyes. Not saying another word. Kind of creeping me the f**k out. Suddenly he reaches out to his face. Be begins to pull it off. I scream in alarm. Steph screams in fear. We clutch each other. I did not know what to think next. The mask is off. He tosses it to the floor. I look to see Michael there.

Michael....

He smiles sadly at me.

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"Sorry to scare you baby. I had to get up here. If they saw me then we would really be mobbed out there. I had to come talk to you" he declared. He moves closer. I move back. Fearful. Yet thrilled at the same time that he came all this way to see me. He risked his life to see me.

"Michael!" screams an excited Stephanie. She hugs him. He laughs. He liked being welcomed in a way I could not bring myself to yet. "You came! I knew it! You came for her" she declares.

"Yes, Stephanie it is great to see you again, but can I talk with Myra alone please? Before I am discovered here?" he worries. She nods.

"Anything for you Michael. Call me later Myra" she says before she rushes out the door leaving me there with him.

I glare over at him. I tried not to let him melt my cold heart that was hurting right now. I knew he wanted me to forgive him. But we could not move past this. I did not see how it was possible.

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"I had to show you something. You would not talk to me. I had to come here" he begins to say to me.

"Explain away, then leave" I demand coldly.

He looks down at the floor. Then digs something out of his pocket. "I had planned on asking you to marry me" he begins.

"But you did not. You chose not to" I cut him off. "I know. I really do not want to relive all that hurt again. You can understand that" he shows me the ring. I shake my head. Biting my lip. I was not going to cry, not now. Not in front of him.

He smiles sadly at me. "I could not bring myself to ask you. Only because I knew I was not being truthful with you. I wanted to ask you when all this was over. When you got to love all of me. Michael. Now you hate me. And I lost you" he nearly chokes up on his words. Seeing him in tears was bringing me in tears now.

"You loved the idea of us" I argue. "There is no us. There was a Fletcher and a Myra"

"No, I loved you. I love you. Me. Michael. I was not pretending at all who I was when I was with you. I just left some stuff out. You know my favorite color. My favorite foods. Everything about me. You get me. I get you. I can't leave here without you. I can't. I love you Myra. Please forgive me" I hear him begging me. I am blinded by my own tears at his words. My heart feels heavy. I glance down. I see him crumbled to the ground covering his hands in his face. Crying.

Tears come to me. He was hurting to. I did love him. I was not allowing myself to give that to him. We were both hurting. I fall down beside him on the floor. I scoot over to him. I place my arm around his shoulder. He engulfs me in a hug. Finally. Clinging to me.

His large fake fat belly was in the way between us. He did not want to pull away for even a moment. I feel his hands shake as they rest on my back. Then one hand is in my hair. I am crying. He is crying. I did not know what was going to happen next. He came all this way for me. For me. For us.

"Myra" he whispers my name. He pulls me back to look in my eyes. Tears are still there. "I love you. Michael loves you. Not Fletcher. I do. I am in love with you. Do you still love me at all?" he begs to know like a scared boy. He winces as he waits for my answer.

I nod. "I love you. I do love you" I fully admit. He laughs joyfully. He holds me close nearly crushing me to him. Then he pulls me back. He smiles as he touches my cheek with his hand.

"I love you so much" he whispers to me. "Never doubt that"

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I nod. Then before I can blink his lips fall to mine. They mesh together. Mold into each other. Perfect fit. I could feel the love in his kiss. I melt into his body. Mine craved his. I needed him. He needed me. My head was spinning. So much was going on at one time.

"Please be my girl. I need you in my life" he begs me.

"Michael how is this going to work? You live far away. All the way in California" I worry.

He shakes his head. "Move there with me. You were going to move in with me. Please move in with me" he begs me. "Please"

He kisses me again. I weaken. "Fine. Alright. I will" I agree.

He laughs as he holds me close. "Thank god Myra" he whispers near my ear as he holds me.

"I missed you Michael" I admit.

"I missed you to Myra. More than you will ever know" he vows. "I never want to be without you by my side again"

Michael loved me. He loved me for myself. It was hard to believe. But he came here to win my heart. He was doing a damn excellent job at that. Happiness surges in my heart. It all felt like a dream that I was going to wake up from at any moment. I hoped it was not a dream. I wanted to wake up in his arms every morning. And fall asleep in them every night.

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