Circa' 1987-1989
"....She was short with full hips and small waist with smooth Carmel skin and perfect c-cup breast. Who was I kidding this girl was head turner...."
Michael Jackson about to start his BAD World Tour and a special girl has popped in...
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Chapter 30: "Echoes of Shadows: Unveiling Resilience"
Michael POV New Orleans, Louisiana October 16, 1987
A gentle radiance from the morning sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, heralding the arrival of a fresh day. Amahle lay peacefully beside me, It has been two days since the unsettling encounter with Darren, and the atmosphere in the rented home remained tense. I couldn't shake the anger that burned within me.
Darren had violated Amahle's sense of security, and the fact that he had resurfaced in her life fueled a simmering rage. I had done my best to contain my emotions, to be a source of support for Amahle, but the desire to fuck this man up pulsed throughout my veins. The October morning air held a crisp edge as I shifted in bed, careful not to disturb Amahle's delicate slumber.
Her rhythmic breathing offered a small comfort amidst the turmoil that had invaded our lives. The events of the past days lingered in the air like a heavy fog, refusing to dissipate. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Amahle, her face serene in sleep. She was my solace. Yet, even in the quiet moments, the shadows of unease played on her features. The vulnerability she showed, a stark contrast to the confident woman I had come to know, fueled my determination to shield her from harm.
As I slid out of bed, the cool floor beneath my feet served as a stark reminder of the reality we faced. The tour had brought us closer together, yet Darren presence seem as if it was building a wall between us once more. Darren's intrusion had shattered the illusion of safety that surrounded her. The violation echoed in the subtle shifts in Amahle's demeanor, and it fueled a protective instinct within me that I had never known before.
The gentle glow of the morning sun tried to infiltrate the room through the curtains, casting a warm hue on the walls. Yet, the atmosphere remained heavy with unspoken tension. The air crackled with an energy that hinted at an impending confrontation.
Dressing in the quiet of the room, I couldn't escape the anger that coiled within. The man who had disrupted our peace lingered in the outskirts of my thoughts, a faceless adversary who had dared to threaten what was most precious to me. My fingers flexed, and the desire to confront Darren, to make him pay for the fear he instilled in Amahle, simmered beneath my calm exterior.
Heading downstairs, the aroma of brewing coffee greeted me in the kitchen. It was Janet and Rebbie, who were sitting amongst themselves chatting. Rebbie and Nate decided to stay the night along with Janet while the others got hotel rooms. "Hey Mike" they said and unison as they turned towards me.
"Morning, y'all," I greeted, my attempt at a smile not quite reaching my eyes. The presence of Janet and Rebbie offered a brief distraction from the turmoil that lingered within. Their familiar faces, usually a source of comfort, now served as a reminder of the tangled web that surrounded us. The aroma of coffee hung in the air, a comforting scent that tried to mask the tension that permeated the room. I joined them at the table, the creaking of the chair emphasizing the heaviness in my heart.
