You Are My Life

Chapter 24-phone call

Saria’s p.o.v.

*Reminder Saria and Michael met in January and now its

September almost October.*

I woke up to the bed still untouched on Michael’s side; I had finally pulled myself off the shower floor last night and drug my tired body to the bed. I held myself close to Michael’s pillow as I allowed myself to wake up completely. My heart broke when I realized he was so mad he didn’t even care to come sleep in the same room as me, great I’ve screwed up big time. I wiped away tears as I slid off the bed and grabbed a pair of socks. I slid them on as I made my way to the bathroom. I tried my best to clean myself up hoping it would make me feel a little bit better, but I just felt horrible. Walked back in the room I noticed the cell phone sitting on the night stand. I decided it was time to talk to somebody I should have awhile ago. I sat on the bed and dialed the number I knew so well, Raquel. It rung about four times until it went to her voicemail, she sounded happy and well-off by the pre-recorded tone of voice. I sighed and slouched down, there’s only one other person who can help at a time like this. I dialed again and held the phone to my ear hoping to god that she’ll pick up. “Hello?” her sweet voice answered from the other end. My heart raced and I gasped in a big breath, “Abby? I-it’s me……Saria.” “Oh My God Girl!!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE’VE ALL BEEN!!! WHERE DID YOU GO? ARE YOU OKAY, PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE OKAY!!!” “Please calm down; I’m okay….sort of.” “Well where are you and why are you kind of okay!!!” “Well you remember when I called you guys and told you about the business trip, I um… I sort of lied.” “What the hell! Why would you lie, what’s such a big deal you had to lie and leave and never be heard from for months, almost a whole fuckin’ year!!!!!!” “Please you cant tell anyone just yet, you have to promise me you wont” “o-okay, but if its something that’s putting your ass in danger, I’m gonna come get you and then I’m gonna kick your ass!” yep, that was Abby for you, “Okay well you remember how you couldn’t go to the concert?” “Yeah and Raquel went and you didn’t, what about it?” “Well when I went they wouldn’t let me in because I was late because I got held late at work, And when I went to leave, my car wouldn’t start up and my phone was dead so I went back to find some help at the arena. When I went back I ran into this guy who was going to show me to a phone, but him and some of his friends knocked me out…a-and um…..they um… r-raped me and left me for dead in an alley way.” “WHAT THE FUCK!!!! GODDAMN HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL!!!” “Abby please calm down….well when I woke up I was in a hotel room and I thought they had kidnapped me so I tried to get out before they realized but it wasn’t them, Michael had found me and cared for me.” “What? Where are you and who’s this Michael guy?” she was still frantic. “Abby…Michael Jackson.” “You have got to be fucking kidding me!!” “No I’m not. Well he continued to help me because I think he felt bad that it happened right outside his concert and I was there to see him, but any who I stayed with him for two weeks in the hotel on his break and I kind of fell in love with him.” “Aww damn gurl.” “I know, he had to go back to California to finish the tour and he asked me if I wanted to go with him and at the time I didn’t think it was a good idea so I helped him pack, but I stayed behind. That morning when I woke up without him next to me, I felt my heart tear into pieces. I rushed to the airport and that’s when I called you guys and said I was leaving for business.” “But you really went for Michael?” I could hear the amusement in her voice. I kind of giggled, “Yes I went for Michael. I was going to watch him that night in concert but I got sick and then that’s when I found out... I was pregnant.” “Goddammit please tell me you didn’t fuck the king of pop!!!” “No!!! We never have done anything like that, but I felt so disgusting. Michael tried everything to get me to keep the baby and I didn’t want to, so he took me to an orphanage with him on a visit. There I realized I was going to do anything to keep and love my child.” “So I’m an aunt?” I shed a few tears silently, “Well Michael asked me to be his girl, and I said yes. Everything was perfect; we were in love and I had a child on the way, we made a nursery and everything…..but I passed out and fell and……a-and I miscarried.” I was to the point I was going to bust out into loud sobs any moment. “Oh my god! Saria I’m so sorry hun, you must be so devastated. I’m so so so sorry,” I sniffled cleaning up my tears, I whispered into the phone, “its okay…..” “Well are you still with Michael? Did he hurt you after all this happened! I swear I’ll kill a” “No I’m still with him here in his home, but I really hurt him Abby, I hurt him so bad….” “Whats wrong?” “When I lost the baby something inside of me changed, and I pushed him away. He was the only one around to care for me and I pushed him so far away. He found out I was taking some medication to sleep the other night and got really upset cause I took more than I should have. I really shouldn’t have taken them in the first place…and now he’s mad at me……I hurt him bad and I don’t think he loves me anymore…” I was now crying holding back the sound as well as I could. “Awwww hun! I’m sure he doesn’t hate you and if he loves you as much as you seem to love him, he’ll be there for you through anything. You need to try to make things right with him. It’s not his fault this happened, but you can’t blame yourself either…..things happen for a reason. Maybe! Just maybe god thinks you shouldn’t be a mom until its Michaels kids you’re poppin out!!” she made me smile a little but I was still a little upset. “Look Saria, I know you’re still hurting, this is a difficult thing for any woman to go through, but you need to stop thinking about what happened and start thinking about what’s to come. Everything will work out for the better.” I sniffled when I heard the door open quietly. Michael walked in with a serious face I couldn’t read and stood against the dresser with his stare on me and arms crossed. I looked down letting my hair cover my eyes as I tried to wipe away what was left of my cry session. “Look, I have to go but thank you so much for listening. I miss you and love you.” “It was good to hear from you too, we thought you were dead. But seriously I love ya girlie, bye.” And with that our conversation was over. I put the phone down and forced myself to look up at Michael’s unreadable expression.