Dirty Diana

Life is a dream come true

I am Diana alodia, I am 23 years old and my birthday is Friday January 1st 1965.

I was born in Maine Massachusetts.

I grew up in a fucked up neighborhood.

So pretty much I am fucked up too.

I've been a fan of Michael jackson since about 5.

My mom and dad beat me as a kid, michaels dad did it to him too, I always felt safer knowing that, I don't know why.

That's why I got attached.

I was going to a Michael jackson concert today

The bad tour.

I arrived and snuck backstage.

I saw Michael and ran up to him

"Hey Michael" I said seductively

"Go away diana" he said putting his shoes on

"Quick fuck?"

"No thank you" he sighed

He walked out with his hand in the air

I sighed

Michaels Manger called him

"Hey lightning is gonna strike we gotta cancel for monday"

"Alright"

"Everyone, the show must be on next monday, lightning strikes are expected today."

"That's 5 days!" A fan shouted

"I know guys, ill be here monday though.I love you!" He blows kisses and does a peace sign.

He walked backstage and shakes his head.

"A real bummer" he sighs

He stripped into his boxers In his Dressing roon

He didn't realize I has behind him

He threw on some shorts and walked out

I walked after him

He grabbed his stuff and left.

He unlocked his car and opened the door.

"Michael!"

"What diana?" He turns around annoyed

"Can I come home with you?"

He rolled his eyes
"Go to your house"

He closes his door and throws his sunglasses on

I jump in the passenger seat and close my door

"Get out of my car" he shouts

"Make me" I say

He slaps me

I slap him back

He drives off

He turns on the radio

H

e gets to neverland and gets out

We walk to the door

"You stay in the living room, okay?"
I nod my head as he unlocks the door and walks in

I close it and throw myself on his couch

It's pretty decent, it's soft but the cushions are very rough.

He takes off his shorts and walks in the rain

He gets in his pool, he dunks under water.

I watch from the
Window.

An hour later he gets out.

He wraps a towel around him and walks inside

"Try not to touch yourself, I know I'm hot"

He goes to his room and gets dressed.

He comes down an sits on the couch.

"So, Michael you got food here"

"Yes I have food, help yourself" he rolls his eyes

I walk around finding his kitchen I open the fridge and grab a slice of pizza.

Real Italian pizza, it's good.

He's on his phone, "whatcha looking at?"

"Porn" he nods

I look at his screen, he's looking at family photos.

I sit down and layed my head on his lap, "your okay with this?"

"I guess so" he smiles

My eyes close.

I feel comforted by his touch.

I dont know why, but I feel safe.