"Everyone please help me welcome a beautiful soul, voice, dancer, and person... everyone, my best friend, Aaliyah!" Michael softly announced. I shyly smiled and walked up to my best friend in a pursuit to be in his company. I hugged Rashad and made my way up the stairs in my bright red crop top and red sweatpants. My 3" gold, closed toe heels scared me a little as i treaded upward. Michael met me halfway to help me up and i felt the familiar safety of his beautiful and warm aura. we walked back to the mic and i hugged Michael. He pulled away and smiled his gorgeous crooked smile. I turned to the crowd to give my thanks, but every time i tried to speak, my words were inaudible.
"Nobody cares about what you have to say, and they never will." Michael wickedly spoke his venom as the crowd began chanting, "mistake, mistake, mistake..." i tried to run,but found myself in my room,only 5 miles from Havenhurst as it always has been. The devil himself creeped towards me with a disturbing, lustful smirk and straddled my waist. I felt sick as i found myself tied to the headboard and footboard. Once again my screams were inaudible, but he leaned to whisper in my ear, "Liyah, Liyah, Liyah...".
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I jolted upright, gasping for air as Michael held me still while his family watched, concerned. I gripped my best friend as tightly as possible as his slim, lanky figure would allow. He softly stroked my sweaty, curly, black hair, while cooing in my ear, "it's alright, I'm here, he won't get you, he's not here...". I continued to whimper about how, "he was here, he was here, he was here..." Michael just continued cooing reassurance that he, "wouldn't let anyone hurt me" while Katherine interrupted his sweet rant, "Bring her into the family room Michael, Rebbie, bring a wet washcloth." Michael lifted me from the bed as if i were weightless, and proceeded forth into the family room as instructed.
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I know it's short and im really sorry.
