MJ Fantasy Who Needs Words When A Heart Knows Love?

Chapter 7

The car stopped. A woman who had happened to be

driving by on her way to Capital Records to drop

off documents for a music producer for The Bee Gees

seen the fighting as she pulled in. The woman had

always gone this way. It was easier to miss all the

traffic on the main boulevard. The woman hurries

over to the man.

Michael's lying in a heap. He's bloodied, bruised.

His clothes torn. Michael's scared. He's in a strange

land where he doesn't know anyone, doesn't speak the

language. Now, he's been attacked and can't even call

for help. "Hey. Hey. Are you okay?" The woman asks.

Michael jumps and pulls away at her touch. "I'm not

going to hurt you." Michael looks at her he has tears

falling on his cheeks. "My name is Juliette Wyler."

She smiled softly. Wiping his tears. Michael still

was shaking and fearful. "Come on. I won't hurt you.

Are you okay?" "Pl ... Please ... I ... ju vùagliu

jiri a la casa. Quiddi chì l 'omi pruvatu à arrobbanu

la mè. Iddi dannu, à mè abbastanza male. I ... Ju

vuliva sulu pi onurari lu me matri e ...." (Pl...

Please...I...I want to go home. Those men tried to

rob me. They hurt me pretty bad. I...I just wanted

to honor my mother and....) Michael cried. "I don't

understand you. What are you saying?" "Iu nun lu sacciu

chiddu ca ti stannu dicennu. Per piacè aiuta mi. I ...

ju vùagliu jiri a la casa. Un 'vogliu micca esse Maimes

malidittu. A me mamma. Ci hè malatu. Ritratti di muriri.

I ghje lu quì. Cumu hè chì genti mia noia? Ùn aghju

micca fà nunda. Aghju fattu un vosi aviri na democrazia

da Jazz Dizzy Gilespie ...." (I don't know what you are

saying. Please help me. I...I want to go home. I don't

want to be here anymore. My mother. She's sick. She's

dying. I hate it here. Why do people hate me? I didn't

do nothing. I just wanted to get an autograph from Jazz

Dizzy Gilespie....) Michael sobbed. Juliette felt so

bad. She hugged him there in the alley. "Sssshhh....

it's okay. What language do speak? Are you from here?"

"Chì sò mè ti dicu? Ùn capiscu micca. Perchè vo vulete

esse cusì piacevule à mè? Ognunu hà statu cusì dì, o mi

taliati comu ju sugnu scemu. I micca, putiti ammigghi-

uràrilu Ùn ti capiscu micca. Vogghiu sulu pi turnari a

la casa ...Please ..... turnari a la casa ....." (What

are you telling me? I don't understand. Why are you

being so nice to me? Everyone has been so mean or

treated me like I'm crazy. I can't help I don't under-

stand you. I just want to go home...Please.....go

home.....) Michael cried, Juliette had to go to Capital

records yet. "I don't know what you just said." Juliette

put her hand on her chest. "I'm from Hollywood here."

Motioning with her hand. Then she pointed to Michael.

"Where are you from?" "I ... I..Oh..I pensu mi capisce.

Iu sugnu da una piccula ..." (I...I..Oh..I think I

understand. I'm from a small...) Michael made a motion

with his hand to indicate small "Isula chjamata Croanan."

(Island called Croanan.) Michael looks at Juliette. He's

biting his lip. "Croanan?" Michael nods. "Is that your

home?" Michael frowns. (Ho....home?) "Yes. Home." Mich-

ael bows his head. "What language do you speak?" Michael

didn't know what she asked. "Language?" Juliette made

the motion like talking with her hands.

At first, Michael looked at her funny then it

hit him. "Crouse! Crouse! I parlà Crouse!"

(Crouse! Crouse! I speak Crouse!) Michael was

looking at Juliette. She was looking at him.

"Come on. Can you stand? I have to go to the

Capital Records building then I'll take you home

and get you cleaned up." Michael had no idea what

this woman said. He was still very hurt. The five

men had hurt him very bad. Juliette tried to help

him stand but instead Michael fell again. Michael

cried out in pain.

OOOOOWWWWW....

Michael really felt bad. He was hurt far worse

than he'd believed. Juliette was upset. She felt

bad for Michael. Helping him into her car. Mich-

ael moaned and cried. He still was a bit fearful

and shaken from this whole experience. Michael

just wanted to go home. Michael had tears on his

cheeks still. "Don't worry, it'll be okay." She

smiled.

Hurrying down to Capital Records Juliette told

Michael to wait for her and she'll be right back.

He didn't really understand her but.... While

this woman Juliette Michael thought she'd said

her name was but he wasn't sure because he didn't

understand her, was inside Michael pulled out

the photo of his mother again and cried. He held

it to his heart and cried sorrowfully.