I rolled over in bed, excessively scratching my hot skin. It felt like I was swimming in a bowl of steaming soup. My skin was even moist with perspiration. I flicked on the light, ready to take a cold bath when I perceived the little white paper folded beside me on my bed.
I sat up, scratching my thick, and sweaty scalp before picking the paper up. Unfolding it to read, my heart thumping loudly.
I gave you a test, that you failed,
Michael was still shot.
~ JB
I gasped, pulling my legs over the side of the bed, no wonder the job with Gloria was messy. If Mask wanted Michael dead he could have done it in one fell swoop. It was up to me to keep michael safe and I failed.
"Michael was still shot".
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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.
