Just Good Friends ❣︎ [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 18

It was awful. I went through a whole bottle of liquid foundation make up and it still showed. The damn scar still showed! I stare at it. It was ugly. Red, and crusty. A jagged line right down the middle of my cheek where the whole world could see it.

Bitter tears come to me. I hated this thing. I would never be as stunning as Tatiana or Brooke. Not to mention Whitney. Michael had been with so many stunning creatures he was going to dump me once he saw that this scar was not going anywhere. Not that I would blame him. It was nasty looking.

Tears come to me again. Making my body shake with anger at Toby for doing this to me. I take the empty make up bottle and junk it in the trash can near me. My hands rest on the sink. I was supposed to go do some shopping today with Sandra and Janet.

I was not up for it. I would be in the public eye. And right now, until the tour that was the least place that I wanted to be. Not until I had to. Pain shakes my body I am crying so hard. But in silence. I did not want Michael to wonder why I was in tears.

He would find me to be vain. It was a flaw in me that I always suffered with. Not feeling pretty. Hating my looks. Not being happy with myself.

Now this scar made it all worse than before. I take a deep breath. I had to wash all my make up off now. My tears ruined my makeup job. I hoped by the tour I would feel better. I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"Baby, Janet and Sandra are here to pick you up" mentions Michael outside the door.

"Oh, can you give me a few more minutes' please?" I ask him.

"Sure, I can baby. Are you feeling alright?" he worries.

I pause a moment. "You know, I am not up for company. I am a little tired. Can you tell them I need more rest?" I say softly.

"I can baby. I am sure they will understand" he says to me.

I hear him walk away. I sigh as I sit on the toilet seat. I blow my nose in a tissue then toss it in the trash. I had to move past this scar thing. The doctors said that it maybe it would not even stay.

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Maybe it would go away in time. I held onto that hope. Michael knocks on the door causing me to jump again. I get up and wash the make up off my face before he could tell that I had been crying my eyes out.

"Baby they understand. Can I come in?" he asks me. "They left"

"Sure, come on in" I say once I was done. The make-up washes down the drain.

He comes up behind me. His hands land on my hips as he holds me from behind. 'You look stunning today. I love your hair all pulled up in that long braid. Very becoming" he says softly to me.

He kisses the side of my neck. I close my eyes. He always knew how to make me feel better. He turns me around to face him. His lips land on mine.

"You really did not want to go shopping in public right?" he asks me after he kisses me.