“So u used to be married, and then divorced him?” zei Michael Jackson. “Yeah I used to marry my husband, and then he was abusing me, but I also know how to fight.. when he beat it me up I beat him back.” zei Tiffany Denise. Tiffany Denise was telling Michael Jackson how she used to be married, and divorced him. “I think u should verplaats out of his house” zei Michael Jackson. “That’s not his house that’s my house” zei Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson and Tiffany Denise went to the backstage and zei serious things. “Well Tiffany, but I think u should sell your house, of call the police, of u can stay over at my hotel.” zei Michael Jackson. “Yeah I can do that and call the police” zei Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson really loved Tiffany Denise since 1987, it’s been only two years since they were hanging out with each other a lot and Tiffany Denise zei “Michael? You’re really a good man” zei Tiffany Denise “I know I am... I was abused too when I was a little kid.. Joesph Jackson abused me, and kept beating me.” zei Michael Jackson. “That’s so sad Michael, and I never knew that u would lose a childhood.” zei Tiffany Denise trying not to cry. “Well at least I don’t have to see him much anymore really” zei Michael Jackson. While they had a long conversation Tiffany told him “I have to see my divorced husband” zei Tiffany Denise “Wait?” Michael Jackson zei purging his lips onto Tiffany’s. “I want u to be careful” zei Michael Jackson looking worried. “Okay I will”. Sooner of later Tiffany Denise went to her house and saw her divorced husband holding a gun at her face. His name was Jayson he zei to her “Get out of my house!” Jayson said. “This is my house! What’s wrong with you?” zei Tiffany Denise getting a little nervous. “So u wanna play games I see Tiffany.. oh and I saw this divorced paper work right when I’ve checked the mail” zei Jayson trying not to kill her. “I don’t even know u anymore” zei Tiffany trying not to cry. “I got to go!” The volgende thing is Jayson shot Tiffany Denise on the leg and cried and screamed for help, but she saw the police station and fell right volgende to the door. “I need help!” Tiffany Denise zei crying painfully. The police man saw Tiffany laying on the ground with blood on her leg while crying. “Get a mat for this young lady” zei the cops. Michael Jackson came to the police station and saw Tiffany Denise with blood on her legs. Michael Jackson didn’t scream, but he cried it was a silent cry. “Tiffany? Why would u do this?” Michael Jackson zei while crying. “I wanted to see him, but instead he pointed a gun right in my face” Tiffany Denise zei while she was crying. The police called the EMS to get Tiffany Denise to the hospital. “Michael?” Tiffany Denise zei while she was crying softly. “Yes? Tiffany” Michael Jackson said. “I love you” Tiffany Denise said. “I love u too” Michael Jackson said. The EMS truck came door and picked Tiffany up and she was still alive breathing. They took good care of Tiffany Denise until then she was no longer covered in blood she saw Michael Jackson and gave a big hug to Michael Jackson “Michael!!” Tiffany Denise. “I missed u so much Michael” Tiffany Denise zei crying. “I missed u too” Michael Jackson said. “Come on Michael let’s go to your hotel”. “Ok” Michael Jackson zei smiling. They watched a scary movie, and Tiffany Denise was holding onto Michael Jackson while she kinda got scared.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home pagina today, but she called and zei that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until volgende Tuesday. She zei she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling sjees, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a datum with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home pagina today, but she called and zei that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until volgende Tuesday. She zei she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling sjees, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a datum with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *