"So, that's what you came here for, you want to know where he is, you want to know where Michael is?" I say in realization, while trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation.
"Oh, I know where he is. He's at the Neverland Ranch." Gloria responded, as if she was proud of herself for some reason.
My eyes darkened, she knew where he was.
"I just don't know how to get in." She took slow steps toward me, thrusting the gun into my stomach, pushing me against the wall. "Mask told me to get my information from you. So, how do I get in?"
"I don't know." I lied.
Gloria laughed, as if she was disappointed. "You stole the Rowan Masterpiece, Diana. You know how to get in."
How did she know that?
"They'll have already locked down the place I got in from." I said, and it was the truth. Maybe. "There's no use."
Gloria looked out of options, like every choice was gone for her. I sighed of relief as my sister lowered the gun. "Okay." She breathed, sitting the gun on the arm of the chair.
"Good," I say, smiling at my victory. "Because I nearly broke my ankle trying to get out of that window. I'm going to make some tea."
I disappear from the room, grabbing a pot, filling it with water and setting it on the stove. When I reentered the room for the matches, Gloria was nowhere to be seen. And so was the gun.
Before I got a chance to wonder why she left again, I remembered exactly what I said before I went for tea. "Because I nearly broke my ankle trying to get out of that window." I mentally slapped myself.
I basically told her everything she needed to know.
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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.
