Michael was busy taking the trash out and the phone in our bedroom started ringing.
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I quickly ran to from the kitchen to the phone and answered it.
Daleyza: Hello?
Unknown: Hello? Ah-who is this?
Daleyza: Uhm....who's calling?
Unknown: Where's Michael?
I became even more aggressive the second time with the second approach when she didn't answer my question the FIRST time.
Daleyza: Can I have your name first?
Unknown: Billie.....Billie Jean......
Oh my God, Michael made a song about you, about HER.
Daleyza: Billie Jean, Billie Jean....I feel like I've heard that name before.
Billie: Michael made a song about me!!! He did the first moonwalk to it, remember?
Oh yea.
Daleyza: Oh yea.....
I got comfortable on the bed, because I was already knowing this was gonna be a long conversation.
Daleyza: So what are you calling Michael's phone for?
Billie: He has to pay child support and he hasn't been!
Daleyza: I thought he made it clear to you that the child wasn't his....
Billie: Sometimes the DNA tests lie ya know?
Daleyza: Oh my fucking gosh......look lady, get off of the phone. Like right now.
Billie: But wait, I wanna get to know you, what's your name?
Daleyza: Yea, I won't be leaking my personal information to you, sorry. ANY of it actually.
Billie: Who are you to Michael?
I decided to be spiteful, sarcastic, and a little hmmm, I don't know-BITCHY!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!
Daleyza: His future wife.....that's who I am to him, we're dating. And look, I know we're not married right now, but you can call me MRS. Jackson.
Michael: Babe!
Michael came back in from taking the trash out, I heard him take off his shoes at the door and hang his dark blue coat back up.
I quickly hung up the phone. I was mad but I knew it wasn't Michael's fault, he most likely didn't know that this was ever going to happen again.
So I called him into the room.
Daleyza: Hey Michael?
Michael: Yea?
Daleyza: Can you come in here real quick?
Michael: Yea, sure, one sec!
And soon enough, he came into the room, he closed and locked the door behind him, he sat on the bed next to me.
Daleyza: Can I talk to you?
Michael: Of course babe.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around me.
But I just got straight to the point with him.
Daleyza: So uhm, I'm not mad at you, but I just wanted to let you know that Billie, Billie Jean just called the phone.
Michael's smiled faded.
Michael: Wait, what?
Daleyza: I'm sure you didn't know of it...
Michael: Yea, I didn't, oh....I'm so sorry babe...
He gently kissed the side of my head.
Daleyza: Did you ever get a restraining order against her?
Michael: No I, it never really came to my thought because we just stopped talking, and then the accusations came out, I settled it, I never really thought nothing of it.
