What to do with this new, free life? I asked myself that a million times after I was discharged from Bellevue. I was walking the streets of Manhattan, scared, mostly because of James, because of what he's capable of.
I needed somewhere to go, and not home. I didn't want to go back to Brooklyn, it was too hard. Knowing his Ranch was there, and that he was the one who put me in Bellevue in the first place.
Thankfully, I found a small hotel called Aplon, I booked a room, number 283. The room was beautiful enough for me, a king-sized bed with golden trimmed sheets, there was a big window by the wall, and a huge TV.
The telephone beside my new bed rang and I leaped over for it.
"Hello?"
There was a silence. "Hello Diana."
It was who? It was James Bartholomew.
"What do you want? Why are you calling here?" I demanded.
"You think Michael is the only one who wanted to see you suffer?" I heard James chuckle. "I didn't put you in Bellevue, but I sure as hell didn't want you to leave. So, prepare for the sympathy coming at you."
The phone hang up and I was left, scared of what he might do.
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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.
