“So toi used to be married, and then divorced him?” a dit Michael Jackson. “Yeah I used to marry my husband, and then he was abusing me, but I also know how to fight.. when he beat it me up I beat him back.” a dit Tiffany Denise. Tiffany Denise was telling Michael Jackson how she used to be married, and divorced him. “I think toi should déplacer out of his house” a dit Michael Jackson. “That’s not his house that’s my house” a dit Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson and Tiffany Denise went to the backstage and a dit serious things. “Well Tiffany, but I think toi should sell your house, ou call the police, ou toi can stay over at my hotel.” a dit Michael Jackson. “Yeah I can do that and call the police” a dit Tiffany Denise. Michael Jackson really loved Tiffany Denise since 1987, it’s been only two years since they were hanging out with each other a lot and Tiffany Denise a dit “Michael? You’re really a good man” a dit Tiffany Denise “I know I am... I was abused too when I was a little kid.. Joesph Jackson abused me, and kept beating me.” a dit Michael Jackson. “That’s so sad Michael, and I never knew that toi would lose a childhood.” a dit Tiffany Denise trying not to cry. “Well at least I don’t have to see him much anymore really” a dit Michael Jackson. While they had a long conversation Tiffany told him “I have to see my divorced husband” a dit Tiffany Denise “Wait?” Michael Jackson a dit purging his lips onto Tiffany’s. “I want toi to be careful” a dit Michael Jackson looking worried. “Okay I will”. Sooner ou later Tiffany Denise went to her house and saw her divorced husband holding a gun at her face. His name was Jayson he a dit to her “Get out of my house!” Jayson said. “This is my house! What’s wrong with you?” a dit Tiffany Denise getting a little nervous. “So toi wanna play games I see Tiffany.. oh and I saw this divorced paper work right when I’ve checked the mail” a dit Jayson trying not to kill her. “I don’t even know toi anymore” a dit Tiffany trying not to cry. “I got to go!” The suivant thing is Jayson shot Tiffany Denise on the leg and cried and screamed for help, but she saw the police station and fell right suivant to the door. “I need help!” Tiffany Denise a dit crying painfully. The police man saw Tiffany laying on the ground with blood on her leg while crying. “Get a mat for this young lady” a dit the cops. Michael Jackson came to the police station and saw Tiffany Denise with blood on her legs. Michael Jackson didn’t scream, but he cried it was a silent cry. “Tiffany? Why would toi do this?” Michael Jackson a dit while crying. “I wanted to see him, but instead he pointed a gun right in my face” Tiffany Denise a dit while she was crying. The police called the EMS to get Tiffany Denise to the hospital. “Michael?” Tiffany Denise a dit while she was crying softly. “Yes? Tiffany” Michael Jackson said. “I l’amour you” Tiffany Denise said. “I l’amour toi too” Michael Jackson said. The EMS truck came par and picked Tiffany up and she was still alive breathing. They took good care of Tiffany Denise until then she was no longer covered in blood she saw Michael Jackson and gave a big hug to Michael Jackson “Michael!!” Tiffany Denise. “I missed toi so much Michael” Tiffany Denise a dit crying. “I missed toi too” Michael Jackson said. “Come on Michael let’s go to your hotel”. “Ok” Michael Jackson a dit smiling. They watched a scary movie, and Tiffany Denise was holding onto Michael Jackson while she kinda got scared.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come accueil today, but she called and a dit that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until suivant Tuesday. She a dit she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling cabriolet, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come accueil today, but she called and a dit that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until suivant Tuesday. She a dit she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling cabriolet, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *