The Child In Me

A few months later

Sky's POV

I finally got a little used to people doing stuff for me. Michael wants me to relax, but I just don't feel comfortable letting them do something I could easily do, so I told them all to go have fun on the rides. They seemed happy to have a day off.

I'm hanging out in our bedroom on the bed, when I hear the front door open.

Michael can't be home already.

"Michael! Is that you?"

No reply. I smile. "OK, so you wanna play around, huh? Fine."

I get out of bed and walk into the hall. I hear him messing around in the kitchen. I sneak downstairs and into the living room. I hide behind the big couch.

I wait a minute and peek over the couch. I scream as I see Lisa Marie Presley standing in the doorway with a knife! A knife! A sharp one too!

"Lisa! What the hell?"

"I loved Michael! He was my everything! Then you had to come and mess it all up!"

I shrug my shoulders. "Well, you did leave."

"You bitch!"

She charges at me. I dodge her and run across the room. She had jumped over the couch at me. She stood up.

"Stay still so I can cut that pretty face of yours!"

Where's Michael?! He should be home by now!

"Lisa! Calm down! You can go to jail for this!"

"I don't care! I want Michael back!"

I hear the back door open. I yell, “Call the police now!!!”

She screams and starts running at me. I run away from her and run upstairs. I wanted to make it to my room and lock the door, but I tripped on doorway on the way in.

I fall and hit my stomach hard. I also hit my head, leaving a nasty looking cut on my forehead.

I quickly turn around on my back and see Lisa walking toward me laughing.

"Lisa...please....don't hurt me."

"Why not! You hurt me!"

I started sliding back on the floor.

"You hurt yourself by leaving Lisa! Not me!"

Lisa screams and points at the bed.

"That's where Michael and I fucked for hours! Did you know that?"

I make a disgusted face and say,

"I do now."

Lisa walks over to me some more and says,

"Get ready to die!"

My eyes widen. I lift my leg and kick her in her stomach. She drops the knife and kneels down, holding her stomach. I pick up the knife and face it toward her.

"Get the hell out of my home!"

Lisa pits her hands up, surrendering. While she walks to the door, Michael walks in.

"What are you doing here, Lisa? Sky what's with the knife? What happened to your head?"

"I'll explain later."

I can hear sirens in the distance.

"You better get out of here. I'll just say it was a crazy fan."

She turns and looks at me. "I don't need your help!"

"Are you sure?" I say sarcastically.

She clenches her jaw. "Fine. I'm outta here."

She leaves. Michael comes up to me and looks at the cut on my head.

"Did Lisa do this? I'll have her in jail, Sky! Did she do this?"

"No. I fell hard upstairs. But she was chasing me around with this."

I put the knife in his hand and walk to the living room.

"What? What the hell is wrong with her?!"

"She loves you, Mike."

I sit down and wince. I pull up my shirt and look at my stomach. A bruise is forming.

"The fall caused that?"

I look up at him. "Believe it or not, it did."

He sits next to me, staring at my cut. After awhile, I start laughing.

He looks at me confused.

"How is any of this funny?"

I try, through intense laughter, to say,

"She...kept saying....she loved you...and...said...that you guys had sex for hours....on that bed upstairs....Michael....she's crazy."

Michael giggles. "That's a little funny."

I say, while still laughing hysterically, "It's.....hilarious! "

Michael starts laughing harder.

"Michael....we're burning that bed."

He laughs even harder. I stop laughing instantly and say, seriously,

"We're burning that bed, Michael."

He stops laughing and swallows hard.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course."