I'd been reading the note I recieved last night over and over, still trying to figure out some things. Mostly, I was torturing myself for allowing Michael to nearly be killed by my own sister.
So here I was, dressed in black yoga pants and a tank top, strolling through Gregor's park. The only reason I hadn't gone to Christian's playground was because it brought back too many memories.
But the note, it left me a clue. After Mask had written it, he'd left initials. The initials were oddly familiar, it's like the answer is standing right in front of me yet I cannot see it.
The initials, JB.
There was only one person I knew who had those initials.
"Hello Diana." The voice shocked me from my thoughts, I looked up from my feet and gasped of surprise.
James Bartholomew.
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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.
