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Dec. 24th
6:27 pm
The usual Cartwright thing to do was leave on the 24th, reach the Cartwright home and sleep there and the next day we'd have the gathering, dinner and toasts.
But what I'd do was make up an excuse on the 24th and then arrive on the 25th, keeping my appearances to a minimum.
Things changed for me when I got that text this morning, from Gloria.
Gloria: Mom has something she wants to tell us tonight, so don't pretend to be late again. It seems serious.
To be honest, I never knew anyone picked up on what I did. But that was the least of my concerns.
Right now, my hands are so moist on the steering wheel, and my eyes are clouded with tears. I don't want to see him, I wish he was DEAD.
I hate thinking that way about my own stepfather, I hate that I have to think that way because he is a disgusting piece of crap.
I wiped furiously at my face but kept my focus on the road. I had to arrive, I had to find out what my Mother had to tell us.
Well, at least I had a big reunion to look forward to. The Cartwright's were a large family, I have 7 uncles and 3 aunts, I have Gloria, my older brother Joshua and my-wait, oh, I forgot. I don't have a Stepdad anymore.
I lean back against my seat, already missing the sound of Michael's soft, and charming voice. If there was one person who could get me through this horrible day, it'd probably be him.
It'd probably be Michael Jackson.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
