Post by The Phantom Lady on Apr 12, 2012 9:19:48 GMT -5
I won't lie, this is a piece intented for the Michael Jackson board I am co-owner of but I figured it could apply to Michael McCrea as well as Jackson
This hasn't been easy to write, but I'd like to thank Mr.Magic, aka Don... you mean the world to me... not to mention Jack and Jack's wife, who ever the poor woman is
"But What About Her?"
Hugging him like we usually did when we met was awkward and he noticed it instantly and placed me back on my feet. I swallowed, a silent acknowledgment that he was right… everything wasn’t as rosy as it seemed.
“I loved him” I told Michael and I couldn’t hold the tears back as I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him letting myself whimper and sob into his shoulder… he allowed me to cry for a while until he held me at an arm’s length and his eyes started searching my face, his eyes boring into mine as I felt my red lips tremble
“Who?” he asked and my lip trembled even harder
“I was so ashamed… no one knows, no one can know” I knew my eyes were wet when I looked straight into his worried eyes
“You know you can always come to me, always” he said, his voice a low whisper at the intensity of that moment
“I was afraid you’d hate me” I said closing my eyes and allowing a teardrop to fall from my long, painted eyelashes
“Hate you?” his voice was shrill with horror of my fear
“There is nothing that could make me hate you!” he reassured me and the two of my front teeth dug into my red lip “come on, tell me” he brushed his hand over my moist cheek, a subtle thing for him to do as we were only ever friends and so we would remain forever.
I started the same sentence over and over again before I finally managed to finish it, the worried look on Michael’s handsome face didn’t make it anymore easy than when I practiced this painful truth in my head
“You know that bar I go to, right?” I said and swallowed. He nodded slowly
“Yes, the one you go to for inspiration to your writings, right? I remember you telling me about that…” he let me know and a faint smile crept upon my lips, he was at least making it easier for me now
“I met a man one night… he paid for my wine and we just talked for ages... even if he told me he was married to a woman he loved dearly we kept talking and it just seemed like he knew my soul” I wasn’t looking at him now, I couldn’t bear it… my eyes were looking at a spot on the wall behind him. “I barely noticed it when he began touching me… all innocent at first; a hand on my thigh… a touch on my shoulder… then he was tracing his thumb across my lips” I closed my eyes and felt how the lips he had touched then now trembled with shame and disgust…
“He kissed me” I knew it was abrupt but it didn’t take Michael aback like I had feared it would “and I kissed him back”
“Those things happen” he laughed it off, fiddling with his own hands obviously trying to make me feel better…
“He kept asking how I knew what he liked, how I knew…” I was turning into a sobbing wreck in front of him, my best friend… “Before I knew it we were on a bed and he kept his compliments up… I wanted to hear it, I needed to know that what I did was right… and I won’t lie, he knew what I needed to hear and feel… he made me feel like a woman” I let thick tears fall down my cheeks “When we were done we laid there for a while, enjoying each other and then he told me had to go back before his wife got suspicious… I nearly started crying” as I said that I cried my sore eyes out
“It’s all right” Michael pulled me close to him
“He kept calling me… leaving these messages… his voice melted me no matter how many times I told myself it was the last time and the times he mentioned her he always won me over… and while I knew he was just using me for his own pleasure I needed his kind words, he made me feel loved… like I mattered” my eyes were now closed as I bore my face into Michael’s chest while I whimpered “I wanted to tell you, I wanted to ask for help… but I knew this was so wrong, so horribly wrong but I always showed up no matter when he called me”.
Michael put his strong hand on the back of my head and fondled my neck to comfort and soothe me and I grew silent. I didn’t fight him at all when he picked up my chin and put his soft lips on mine… I didn’t protest, I allowed my best friend and confident to kiss me… I let his lips press against me, making my own move with his… I let his breath make it into my own mouth and I closed my eyes once more growing weak in his arms… and only when he removed those lips of his did I say
“But what about her?”
“Who” he asked dreamy with his eyes half closed and I sighed and dried yet another tear
“Your girlfriend”
This hasn't been easy to write, but I'd like to thank Mr.Magic, aka Don... you mean the world to me... not to mention Jack and Jack's wife, who ever the poor woman is
"But What About Her?"
Hugging him like we usually did when we met was awkward and he noticed it instantly and placed me back on my feet. I swallowed, a silent acknowledgment that he was right… everything wasn’t as rosy as it seemed.
“I loved him” I told Michael and I couldn’t hold the tears back as I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him letting myself whimper and sob into his shoulder… he allowed me to cry for a while until he held me at an arm’s length and his eyes started searching my face, his eyes boring into mine as I felt my red lips tremble
“Who?” he asked and my lip trembled even harder
“I was so ashamed… no one knows, no one can know” I knew my eyes were wet when I looked straight into his worried eyes
“You know you can always come to me, always” he said, his voice a low whisper at the intensity of that moment
“I was afraid you’d hate me” I said closing my eyes and allowing a teardrop to fall from my long, painted eyelashes
“Hate you?” his voice was shrill with horror of my fear
“There is nothing that could make me hate you!” he reassured me and the two of my front teeth dug into my red lip “come on, tell me” he brushed his hand over my moist cheek, a subtle thing for him to do as we were only ever friends and so we would remain forever.
I started the same sentence over and over again before I finally managed to finish it, the worried look on Michael’s handsome face didn’t make it anymore easy than when I practiced this painful truth in my head
“You know that bar I go to, right?” I said and swallowed. He nodded slowly
“Yes, the one you go to for inspiration to your writings, right? I remember you telling me about that…” he let me know and a faint smile crept upon my lips, he was at least making it easier for me now
“I met a man one night… he paid for my wine and we just talked for ages... even if he told me he was married to a woman he loved dearly we kept talking and it just seemed like he knew my soul” I wasn’t looking at him now, I couldn’t bear it… my eyes were looking at a spot on the wall behind him. “I barely noticed it when he began touching me… all innocent at first; a hand on my thigh… a touch on my shoulder… then he was tracing his thumb across my lips” I closed my eyes and felt how the lips he had touched then now trembled with shame and disgust…
“He kissed me” I knew it was abrupt but it didn’t take Michael aback like I had feared it would “and I kissed him back”
“Those things happen” he laughed it off, fiddling with his own hands obviously trying to make me feel better…
“He kept asking how I knew what he liked, how I knew…” I was turning into a sobbing wreck in front of him, my best friend… “Before I knew it we were on a bed and he kept his compliments up… I wanted to hear it, I needed to know that what I did was right… and I won’t lie, he knew what I needed to hear and feel… he made me feel like a woman” I let thick tears fall down my cheeks “When we were done we laid there for a while, enjoying each other and then he told me had to go back before his wife got suspicious… I nearly started crying” as I said that I cried my sore eyes out
“It’s all right” Michael pulled me close to him
“He kept calling me… leaving these messages… his voice melted me no matter how many times I told myself it was the last time and the times he mentioned her he always won me over… and while I knew he was just using me for his own pleasure I needed his kind words, he made me feel loved… like I mattered” my eyes were now closed as I bore my face into Michael’s chest while I whimpered “I wanted to tell you, I wanted to ask for help… but I knew this was so wrong, so horribly wrong but I always showed up no matter when he called me”.
Michael put his strong hand on the back of my head and fondled my neck to comfort and soothe me and I grew silent. I didn’t fight him at all when he picked up my chin and put his soft lips on mine… I didn’t protest, I allowed my best friend and confident to kiss me… I let his lips press against me, making my own move with his… I let his breath make it into my own mouth and I closed my eyes once more growing weak in his arms… and only when he removed those lips of his did I say
“But what about her?”
“Who” he asked dreamy with his eyes half closed and I sighed and dried yet another tear
“Your girlfriend”
