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∴♡Haunted(Bad Era) - Part Three♡∴

*.:｡✿*ﾟ Again, here's to praying that this doesn't suck!

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"Who was she?!"

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You keep your wide eyes fixed on Michael's guilty form as you begin to hyperventilate slightly. Your beautiful orbs are now filled with tears of anger and confusion as you make furious attempts to comprehend your husband.

The man standing in front of you was nothing like the man you'd pledged your life to over two years ago.

Michael sighs, shaking his head as he shoves his hands in his pockets - tears filling his own eyes as he swallows nervously before speaking.

"The last time I was here," he says, barely audible - referring to the time he'd left you back at Neverland to brain storm music ideas with Quincy. 

The memory instantly hits you like a ton of bricks as you remember how you'd just been wed to Michael at that time, madly in love with him. He'd told you with a heavy heart that he had to spend the day at the beach house and that he'd be back by evening.

Unfortunately, at around midday, a violent storm had become evident and he would not be able to make it home for a whole week.

Everything around you becomes a blur as Michael begins to explain everything to you.

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Michael sighs as he looks out the large window of the beach house. Quincy had just left and Michael was a tad bit worried as to whether or not Quincy would make it home safely. Seeing as he didn't live to far from the beach house - Michael was positive that his companion would be safe.

"I wonder..." he trails off as he walks slowly toward the telephone which is seated stop the kitchen bench. His face is contorted in pure worry as he thinks about whether or not you are safe. He simply doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

Picking up the telephone receiver, much to Michael's expectations - the line is disconnected due to the raging storm outside. Despite his intense worry for you, he knows deep down that the staff at Neverland will keep you well comforted and safe.

Just as he turns to make his way up to his room, he hears a persistent knocking on the front doors of the beach house. The knocking is gentle yet desperate at the same time.

With a slight frown, Michael turns around to see a female figure standing at the door. Of course, the doors are mainly glass - giving him a rather good profile of the girl. 

Naturally, every woman he meets - he mentally compares them to you; you superseding every single one he meets.

The girl, as he can see, is shorter than you and a little more rounded. Her hair is curly and she seems to be drenched.

Michael runs up to the door, opening it as he studies her even more.

"Ma'am...are you okay?" he says loudly over the howling wind.

"I..." her voice comes out soft. "I am in need of shelter tonight. My car is broken down just a few miles from here and-" she cuts herself off as a shiver racks her small body.