𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Part 8 ~ Together Again

Michael's Point Of View ~

I wave to my beloved fans before walking off stage. 

"I love you. Goodnight everybody . . " I blow them all a kiss and take a bow. 

I see Frank as soon as I walk off stage, handing me a bottle of water and a towel.

"Thanks Frank . . " 

I say taking a few sips from the water bottle. Frank takes his cigar out of his mouth and continues to talk to me. 

"Mike, you ready to leave tomorrow? When we first arrive in Brisbane you have that interview, visit to the children's hospital then rehearsal's . . " I cut him off politely. 

"I know, Frank . . " He looks at me, putting the cigar back in his mouth. 

"I'm sorry, Frank. I'm exhausted from the show and all I wanna do is go back to my hotel and relax . . " 

Frank clears his throat. "Mike, you're not still thinking of that girl are you? . . " He asks. 

"No I'm not. I . . I'm just . . tired, that's all . . " Frank puts his hand on my shoulder, giving me a some what comforting pat.

"Mike, you know that I told Allie to leave because I needed to protect you. That is my job. You don't know what she might have been up too. She most certainly was only after your fame, your money Michael . . " He tells me. But I don't believe it. 

It makes me so angry that Frank thinks such things. I love Allie. And I love her. She was real and I know there was definitely something between us. She wasn't faking it. From the moment that she came on stage with me, the way she was kissing and hugging me. It was in a kind of desperately beautiful way. How she was so understanding about my vitiligo, something that I am so ashamed of and she said the most heart warming things about it. The way we made love - it was so incredibly passionate and a moment that I will never forget. Allie, she talks to me like I'm the human that I am. She sees me as a person and not a personality. She treats me with respect and . . true love. And that's something that is most special to me. Frank and I hop out of the elevator and walk to my hotel room. I can still hear my fans chanting my name and saying they love me. That is what I love most about touring . . it's my fans. I walk inside and take my loafers off. Frank is standing by the door, looking around. I guess he's checking if anyone is around that shouldn't be. Calling it 'routine'.

"Well get some rest, Mike. Our flight tomorrow isn't until noon but take it easy still. I'll come here to check in on you before then . . " 

I walk back into the room where Frank is. 

"Sorry, Frank what did you say? I'm so tired, I wasn't listening . . " 

Frank shrugs it off. "Don't worry, Mike. Just get some sleep . . " 

I nod and thank him as he walks out.

Nows my chance. I run into my bedroom and grab a big bag from in the closet. I walk into the bathroom and pull out some makeup and a few other things. 

Allie's Point Of View ~

I bring the mug up to my nose and inhale the beautiful smell of my cappuccino. Bringing it to my lips, taking a long sip. All I can hear is the crackles of the fire in my candle lit living room. As I hear Jessica's voice on the other end of the phone, she keeps asking me where I been these last few days. I didn't tell her of course, of course not. I just had to lie, telling her I was visiting some long lost friends from my younger days. But that's all that I could think of and I think she bought it. Jessica knows when I'm sad, she knows when something isn't right. Even though she is talking to me on the phone . . she can still tell. She asks me what's wrong, simply saying that I've got a lot on my mind at the moment. When really I only have one thing on my mind, one person . . it's Michael. She wanted to take me out tonight. I love Jessica to death for wanting to cheer me up and everything, but no . . going out and meeting new people is the last thing I'm thinking of. I stare into my beautifully dime yet lonely living room. I just wanna lie here and cry. Ugh, I miss him so. 

It broke my heart when Frank told me to leave. When he said that all I was after was Michael's fame and money. Frank is so unaware of the fact that he is hurting Michael, before I was blessed enough to go onstage with Michael. I would watch him on the side, I would watch him when he did interviews and TV appearances and I would always notice how sad he looked. Seeing that really upset me. To see someone I'm in love with feel that way. 

I wipe a tear away . . 

My door bell ring. Who could that be? I put my coffee mug on the table and walk over to the door, slowly opening it. I see an oldish looking man standing there. 

"Hello, can I help you? . . " I ask. 

"Allie, it's me . . Michael . . " I stare at this man for a second. He takes off his hat and grey beard. 

"Oh my god! Michael! . . " I say quietly, running into his arms. 

to be continued.