It was too hot, it felt like I was in an oven. I shifted over in bed only for Michael's eyes to land on me. I had truthfully thought he'd fallen back into his slumber when we got back to our hotel room.
"Can't sleep?" He asked, his hands tucked under his head.
I nodded, and sighed. "You too?"
He smiled as a response.
His curvy smile disappeared and then he sighed. "Diana, I've been having-"
The sound of my cell phone interrupted what he was saying, and I silently cursed it. Every moment we were closer, something held us apart.
I sat up, turning on the bedside lamp, squinting from the brightness and reached over for my cell phone. "Hello?"
"Diana? It's Joshua. I need you at the hospital, it's Mom."
My brother, Joshua. I felt guilty that I nearly forgot about him.
"What's wrong with Mom?" I asked, panicky as I slipped off the bed and grabbed my coat. I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder.
"I'll tell you when I get there." He said and then hung up.
Michael sat up on the bed. "What is it, Diana?"
"It's my Mom." I said in a wobbly voice. "She's at the hospital."
I watched him crawl out of the bed and grab his own jacket. "I'm coming with you."
Thank heavens.
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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.
