Chapter 4
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Another Part Of Me!
Michael
I was getting ready for the work day. Getting my ugly gray jump suite on. I never had worked on a car in my life until now. I rather liked it as a hobby. Maybe when I got to return back to Neverland then I could restore old cars and sell them.
Maybe Joe would enjoy one. There was really no pleasing my father. That was another story in itself. As I get the jump suit on I feel the box with the ring in my pocket. Wait. Wasn't it in my right pocket? Now it was in the left?
I remember clearly hiding it in my right pocket! I shrug as I keep it safe. I get my work boots on. Then place my other items in the locker. My boss Rick Dessik had known just who I am.
The FBI helped me get this job and my new life. I even had an id that read Fletcher Garrison on it. It was odd. I knew who I really was. A thought suddenly came to mind. What if Myra accidentally found the ring and placed it in the other pocket? She was sure to be hurt by the fact that I had chose not to ask her to marry me.
Truth was I wanted my life back. I wanted to make new music. I wanted it all with Myra by my side. If she would agree to have me. Michael. Not Fletcher. For the time being I could not tell her. If I did they would rush me out of here and I would never see her again until after they caught my stalkers. I sigh.
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"Happy one year here MJ!" Rick declares as he slaps my back.
I grin. "Rick call me, Fletcher. Someone might overhear you" I warn him.
"No one here but us men" he tells me. "How did it go with the little lady last night. Happy anniversary" he says to me.
I follow him into the garage. "It went great. We had a nice dinner at her place. She is such a great cook" I brag to him.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I check it. It was Myra. She was cancelling on me for that night. She had found the ring. I had a bad feeling about this. My heart sinks. I never wanted to hurt her.
"Something wrong MJ?" he asks me. "I mean Fletch?"
"No, I can handle this" I sigh.
I would have to go over to see her. Make her feel better about us. I was not letting her go. I knew she had to be hurting. Wondering why I did not want her as my wife.
But hell, I did more than anything want her to be my wife. She just could not know that yet. Not yet. Her friend Stephanie comes in to bring our mail. She hands it to me.
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"Hey Steph, have you spoke to Myra today?" I casually ask her.
She nods. "I have"she admits to me.
"How is she? She told me she was not feeling well and did not want to see me today" I mutter.
"Well if she does not feel good I am sure that is it" she says to me. I grab her arm.
"Come talk with me. In private please. I have to tell you something" I ramble out. I drag her back to the break room.
She looks confused. "What is it?"
"I know you know. And I know she knows. I was planning on asking Myra to marry me" I admit.
Stephanie's eyes grow wide with shock. "I knew it!! I knew you loved her!"
I nod as I smile. "More than anything in the world. I want to ask her. But right now, is not the right time"
"Why not?" she demands to know. She frowns.
"Trust me it is not. I can't say anything to you or to Myra. Please do not tell her I plan to ask her. I want it to be a surprise. In the right time and the right way, I am going to ask her to marry me" I declare.
"Oh, how romantic. I knew it!" giggles Stephanie. She looks wide eyed and very excited.
"My secret is safe then with you?" I ask her. She nods.
"Yes" she tells me.
"I am going to see Myra tonight. I know she is upset. One day she will understand everything" I promise her best friend.
Stephanie grins. "I better go. I have work to do" she tells me. She heads out of here.
I get to work. I try to text Myra to check in with her. But she is not replying to me. Then I get a "Hey I am sorry I am busy" My heart sinks feeling her pain inside.
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I crossed my fingers hoping that the case would be closed, and I could share with Myra who I really am. And that she would accept me for me. She knew the basic me. She knew more than anyone had ever gotten to know about me.
The day seemed to lag on for me. All I wanted to do was to run to Myra. And make her feel better. I hated the fact that she was hurting. And it was all my fault that she was.
After the work day was over I rented her favorite dvd. I went to her favorite Chinese take out place and ordered her meals she loved.
I got her a dessert from the local bakery. A cheesecake. Single slices. I got her roses. I get a card. A get-well card though I figured she was not really sick. Just avoiding me.
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I jot a note in the card:
Dear Myra,
I know you are not feeling well. My heart wants nothing more than to take care of you if you will allow me to help you. I will always be here for you. I will never break your heart. Or let you down. I am your man. All yours. Forever.
Love....
I nearly write Michael. I had a bad habit of doing that. I scribble that out the best I could and added Fletcher in there. And added Fletch. What she called me.
I loved her little nick name for me. I head over to her place. I check the shop first. It was closed. I get to her apartment. I knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. Nothing.
"Myra, come on. No pretending you are sleeping. I know you are here baby" I call out to her. I sigh. I knock again. "Myra let me take care of you babe" I beg her. My heart was aching for her. Let me take care of you baby. Please, I think to myself. I hang my head. Nothing. "Myra?"
"I will wait here all night" I demand to her.
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I stand there to see if I can hear her. Nothing. I call her cell. I hear it ringing in there. She does not pick up. But I know she is in there. She finally opens the door. She is in her yoga pants. She looks like she has been crying. I smile as I hand her gifts.
"What are these?" she asks me.
"I wanted to take care of you baby. I know you are not feeling well" I say to her. "can I? Will you let me stay?" I beg her.
She nods. Then allows me to come inside. I place the goodies on her table. She peers over to see what I brought. I show her.
"All your favorites" I tell her.
I rub her back with my hand. I pull her in my arms. She holds onto me. I wanted to tell her I was sorry. I had so many things my heart wanted to say to her. But now was just not the time for all of that. Someday there was going to be time. The perfect time.
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"How are you feeling baby?" I coo as I hold her close to me.
"Better now that you are here. Steph brought me by some ice cream" she admits. I feel my heart stick in my throat. Had Steph told her what I said at the garage?
"Did you have a good visit with Steph?" I ask her.
She pulls me back to look me in the eyes. She nods. "Yes, she did. I feel better after talking to her today. Want to stay? The night after all?" she begs me. I nod. "I was in a bad mood. I thought being alone was better. But I want you here" she says to me. I touch her cheek with my hand.
"I am always here when you need me. Always. Read the card" I tell her as I hand it to her.
She rips open the card as she smiles at me. "Fletch thank you" she gushes happily. She pulls me in her arms again. She was my better half. She made me whole. She kisses me. "thank you for putting up with me" she giggles.
"I would do anything for you baby. I meant what I said. I will always be there for you" I vow. "Always. Never forget that"
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