Michael's POV
I splashed some sink water over my face and placed my hand at each side of the basin. I clenched my teeth together and my tightened my grab around the basin.
"It's sleeping drugs...", I stuttered, guiltily.
"Drugs? Michael! Really? Did you take them a few hours back?" Her eyes were icy gray now. Large and filled with tears.
I felt submerged with guilt.
"Yes..."
"When Michael? When!"
"After the call... I took some in the bathroom, after that, I saw you and Lisa talking"
She stated me in disbelief. That expression broke my pride down.
"Really? You say that I should be grateful that you helped me...when I almost became a prostitute. For Pete's sake! You were high, you 're high now. When you came to get me at the hospital, were you high then too?"
"Why would I have been?"
"I know you by now. You are the kindest and most charitable person that I know. The way you spoke to me in the care, at the restaurant...now... you are not like that"
"The truth is that I did take it when I came to get you. At the hospital. After I take it, I am well...and happy. When it wears off, I get frustrated and cranky. This is how it works : I am happy, I take it to exhaust my body, I get cranky when it wears off, I return to being happy and then I take it again"
"W..why?"
"So that by night, I exhausted"
She opened the door and stepped out.
"You're sick! Call me when you've decided which is more important"
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CHICAGO (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionMichael Jackson(30) meets Chicago Adams (25) on Sunset Boulevard. She is a prostitute and this is her first night. Well, Michael's her first client and she's his first prostitute that he picks up. What's the odds of having the one and only internat...
