It's been a long day, spending it with James to keep up my lie, wasn't supposed to be apart of it. I pulled my jacket off and hung it on one of the hooks. I dropped my keys and purse on the table, sighing of exhaustion.
Pulling my heels off, I head upstairs to the bathroom I take a shower first, wrapping a white towel around myself and then head back to my bedroom. When I switch on the light, I gasp in surprise.
There was a gift box on the bed.
In another life I would have thought it was a late Christmas present.
But.
White box, black ribbon. Wasn't the suited attire for a present.
I slowly walked over to it. Sitting on the bed and placing the box on my lap. With a sigh, I slid the lid off.
What the hell?
Seriously, there was a white mask inside. A black trench coat wrapped in a plastic bag, even pants provided.
I picked up the envelope and dumped the contents on the bed beside me. There were photos. In one of the photos was a golden-framed photo of a man, dark skin and curly brown hair. He looked familiar for some reason. I don't know why.
And the next photo, was of the Neverland Ranch.
What did these mean?
My telephone rang, I jumped up from the bed, holding my towel close and started toward it. I answered. "Hello?"
"Did you get my gift, Diana?" It was that voice. The voice that had told me to put Michael on the phone a few days ago. Dark and mysterious.
"Yes." I answer, sternly. It's not like I could ask who it was.
There was silence. "Do you understand the contents of the gift?"
"I'm afraid I don't, mask man, care to enlighten me?"
Another pause of no voice. "I want you to steal that object in the photograph."
"I'm guessing you're not talking about the Ranch."
No response.
"You want me to..." I realize what he means. "You want me to steal a golden frame from the Neverland Ranch--from Michael?"
"Look at you, doing the math." Silent then: "Yes, Diana, I do."
"I-"
The phone goes off.
I slam the telephone on the desk and then push everything on the bedside table to the ground.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana 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.
