I Am Forever (Michael Jackson)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I just wanted her in and out.

I don't want her here at all.

Why would he do this to me? I can't believe him. All I want is for us to be together for once, and he brings his little friends over? What the hell, man?!

I'm sorry. I am just worked up, I need to calm down.

I threw on a nice blouse and jeans. It was about 6:30 p.m. and I wasn't going to get 'gussied up' for this lady. It was only a visit. Wasn't like we were going out or anything. I hope we aren't, I refuse to leave the comfort of this home.

"You know, I wouldn't be getting ready if I were you,"

I screamed and turned around to see who was in my room, only to find one of the maids, Stella.

"Gosh, Stella! You scared me! And what was that you said?"

Stella was about my age. She had a petite figure, and long, dark, almost black, hair. I'm pretty sure he was Mexican-American. Her eyelashes were straight, and never curled, but she had mascara on anyway. She was pretty cool sometimes, but I've never really talked to her much. We've only made small talk every now and then. Mostly about cleaning strategies.

She smirked, "Why are going to get ready for this girl that's probably going to interfere with your marriage, Bonnie? Er-I mean, Mrs. Jackson," she caught her tongue with the duster.

I smiled, "It okay, you can call me Bonnie." I motioned for her to come in, "And I'm not really 'getting ready', I'm just putting on some casual stuff." I said turning around in a 360 to inspect my outfit.

She lopsided smiled, "I just think you should go back to what you were wearing before. She's the one coming to YOUR home, don't forget," she placed her hand on my shoulder.

I actually agreed with her. Why should I be getting ready for this woman that I actually have a hatred for? She's coming to MY home, and I can wear whatever I want! I don't care for her judgement!

I turned to Stella, "You're right, Stella! I don't have to get ready for anybody I don't want to!" I put my hand on my hips.

She put her hand up for a high five, "Yeah! Go Bonnie!"

I laughed, and heard Michael coming up the stairs, "Bonnie? Who are you talking to?"

I walked into my door way to meet his face in the hallway, "Just Stella. That's all. I'll be down in a second, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Alright ... she'll be here any minute now, so ..."

"Okay, I'll be down. Give me a second." I shooed him off with a forceful smile. I turned back around into my room, and slumped to the floor, my back dragging down the wall. I brought my face down to my knees, and sat there, and let out a big sigh, "What should I do, Stella?"

She walked up to me, "I would sit with you, Bon, but my skirt don't work that way," she laughed. Then she got a little more serious, "Just don't lie and tell her things to please her. You don't live to please her. And don't tell her things that she doesn't need to know, like the fact that you hate her, and stuff." Stella smiled, with some laughter.

I looked up to Stella, whom held out a hand to help me up, "Thanks, Stell. You're a good person, you know that?"

She smiled proudly, "Oh stop it ... I try," she laughed. I laughed along with her until she said, "Alright, little miss whore is coming, and you should get back into your old clothes," she said with a wink.

I smiled, "You're right." Stella smiled, and began to walk outside of my room, "Hey, Stella!" I called.

She turned around, "Yes, Bonnie?"