Did he ever even love me? Was everything a lie?
I didn't know what to believe, which words to trust. All I knew was I was scared that I was going to end up alone, without him. It was stupid, pathetic even to be hung up on Michael.
Even if he was worth every tear, and every heartbreak.
The shrill sound of the telephone interrupted my moping, and I ambled over to the phone, checking the Caller I.D. It had been MJ.
I didn't move to pick it up, the phone clicked and his voice came.
"Diana, please you need to pick up the phone. I'm sorry I lied to you about everything. I was just protecting my child." Michael said, and then the beep came.
No. I couldn't talk to him over the phone, I needed to see him in person. I strolled over to the hooks and grabbed a jacket.
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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.
