- 3 days earlier,
The Day of the bombing,
Diana's POV
The bomb, it was going to go off and so was I. My head was going to explode, I thought I could do something with the champagne glass but I'd broken enough to know I couldn't.
A thought flashed in my head, I reached up and nervously ripped my earring from my ear. With a sigh, I used the tip to slice the duct tape that was holding down my arm and neck. Finally, I threw the earring down and tore the bomb-bag down.
The clock above read: 9:56
I let out a gasp of fear, rushing the hell out of there. Barely making it to the back when I heard the explosion go off.
I was thrown against a million champagne glasses, I was cut sharply, even banging my head against the wall.
I tasted blood in my mouth as I finally reached the back door Richard and Gloria had gone through. I felt cold grass underneath my feet and I sighed of relief.
Then my mouth was covered with a hand, I tasted salty skin in my mouth as I was dragged away, my screams muffled.
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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.
