It hurts. It's like a pound of raw meat, red and purple all over. I hadn't just twisted it, I'd banged it on the pavement that just happened to be below Janet's bathroom window.
I wonder if they had it put there for people like me.
Theives.
Yeah, I'd watched 24HOUR News this morning, they had pointed out everything I was wearing. Even said I might be a female. Looks like they've got everything figured out, I wouldn't be surprised if they came banging on my door today. I'm a theif after all.
Saying I was angry would be an understatement. I was pissed, at that Shay witch for catching me, the Jackson's for filing the complaint. But mostly at the masked man who forced me to do what I did, forced me to commit a crime.
When I said I wouldn't be surprised if they came, I was wrong, because I was surprised when I heard the hard knocks on my front door.
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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.
