As much as I hated to admit it, I actually felt free. Without anyone chasing after me, everyone thought I was dead. Which means James believed it and now he won't be bothering Michael and I any longer.
I rolled over to the hospital bed, ready to attempt to put myself in it by myself. It was stupid, but I didn't feel like seeing any doctors right now.
"Nadia?"
I couldn't whirl around and thank god, because he would have known that it was me. Yes I recognized Michael's voice as soon as I heard it.
And why was he calling me Nadia? The mother of his child?
"Wrong room." I said in a hoarse voice. And then I heard his tread of footsteps as he walked away.
Maybe Nadia had been a blonde and he'd come here to visit her, and with my back turned and my new hair, he thought it was her.
And just like that, the pain of missing Michael was back like a deep heart throb. I crawled onto the bed succesfully, and turned on my side, knowing it would hurt to much, I'd barely recovered from my rib fractures.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana 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.
