Ch.54

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Michael's POV

"Michael, you better do it..," Brooke trailed with am evil grin on her face. She circled me with a pocket knife, as if she was going to stab me.

"Brooke, haven't you done enough damage! Just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone but I will get you a doctor, you are sick!" I yell. She stabs the knife down on the counter.

"I'm not sick... I just don't want to let you go. I need you."

"You don't need me! You need the fame and the money not me!"

"You are going to keep saying these things whether you like it or not!"

"No...I'm not doing it."

"I know your little secret. I know you didn't intentionally have sex with me that night. I know you were drunk. I know that you've been sneaking around with the bitch.-"

"She's not a bitch! Your sick, I'm calling the police!"

She waked up to me slowly and I felt a sharp pain in my back.

"You wanna re think that? No ones calling no one.."

Jamie's POV

Why did he do this. Out of all the shit he could've done he makes me seem like a whore on television.

"What happened when you guys first got together?" Theo asked.

"I remember that day when he wanted to ask me out...but then my brother screamed from the house...it was just Richard plating around... Michael stood up for me...saying I was his girl...we made sweet love.... Best in the world."

Everyone stopped everything and looked at me shocked.

"Say that again!?" They all said.

My eyes popped open realizing what I just said.

"Holy shit...."

Michael's POV

I woke up in my bed. My maid Stella smiled at me.

"What happened?" I asked leaning up. The pain struck me in the back.

"Brooke said you had a minor incident, she has no idea of what happened and told me to clean you up."

I remember....... She stabbed me with the pocket knife.

"Yeah," I said to Stella, " she has no idea."

I leaned up in the bed and sighed. Stella walked out, in walked Brooke. She sat on the bed and ran her hands up my leg. I shook her off and looked away.

"Aww, Mikeybear sad?" She laughed.

"Why are you making me do this... Why are you making me tell lies?"

"I need the fame....I want you to myself. I don't want you running around with some bitch. You are mine now. I own you."

To be continued.......

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