Rain On Me

Part 8 ~ Loneliness

I can't believe I agreed to do this.

Michael wants me to stop by the Dolphin hotel in about an hour. That's the hotel he's staying at tonight. I don't like the fact that I just toally gave in to him but what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just walk out of there . . . he looked so sad and depressed and it's my job to help him.

I'll get him a sleeping pill for tonight and I want him to stop by my house tomorrow so we can talk about the medication stuff . . I really have to talk this through with him.

I walk back out to the huge hang out room where Ashley is waiting for me impatiently. "HOLY CRAB, what took you so long in there, Meg? what did Michael want to talk to you about? tell me, tell me!"

"Ashley, what I talk to him about is strictly confidential . . even if I wanted to tell you, I could get into a buttload of trouble. . please don't even try to get it out of me because I can't tell you. . now we have to leave . . ASAP . . I have to get something for him"

"What?"

I give her a serious look. "Hun, I can't tell you!"

"Alright, alright . . ."

We catch a cab and drive home. I undress really quick and get ready to leave. Ashley just won't shut up about the whole thing. She can't understand that I can't talk to her about him. She's just too obsessed with him. I hope sooner or later she realizes that he's just a normal person like we all are. . .

I'm at the pharmacy now . . thank god they're open 24/7. I get a pack of very light sleeping pills and head to the Dolphin Hotel. I'm a little nervous about this whole thing but Michael needs me . . well, he needs the sleeping pills.

"Good evening . . I'm here for Michael Jackson"

"What's your name?"

"Megan Leigh Miller"

"I have to make a call to his room . . . just a moment please"

2 minutes later one of his bodyguards meets me at the reception. . . Yes . . a bodyguard is much needed -.- I can't believe these people. . do I look like someone who wants to eat Michael alive? someone who wants to hurt him? . . ugh . . I have to calm down. This is for safety reasons . . they have to do that.

I get it.

His bodyguard walks me to his room. I knock on the door. . . Michael opens a few seconds later and invites me in. His bodyguard thankfully waits outside the door. I walk in and look around. Quite a mess here . . . clothes are laying around . . half eaten food on the table. . Sandwiches, hotdog, chickenwings . . A hungry man he is.

"Thank you for doing this, Misses Miller!"

I pick up the piece of clothing on the desk chair before sitting down. "You're welcome Mister Jackson. . now please listen . . they are light sleeping pills . . after taking one, you should start feeling sleepy after 10 to 15 minutes . . if that's not the case you can take another one . . but not the whole pill . . you have to break the second one in half . . . ok?"

"Yes"

Before giving him the pills, I make eye contact with him.

Serious eye contact.

"You will see a doctor tomorrow, will you?"

". . . Yes I will"

"Do you want to stop by my office before your doctor's appointment?"

"Ummm . . yes . . I think that would be good"

I take out my calendar and write everything down. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow 4pm!"

I put my pen away and look up. . he's standing by the sink, about to swallow the pill. I wish for him to have a good night sleep. I feel bad for him . . his eyes are red and watery . . he looks exhausted. After sitting down on the bed, he takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side carelessly. . . Ok, I think I have to leave now.

I walk to the door . . Michael moans in pain. I look back . . he's taking off his jeans.

"Are you . . alright?"

"No, My back is killing me . . I fell in the shower and hit my back pretty badly"

"I'm sorry to hear that . . . do you want me to call someone?"

"No. . . "

"Ok umm . . I'll be leaving now . . good night!"

"Misses Miller, wait please . . ."

"Yes?"

He's got tears in his eyes. . . I've never been in such a position before. I can't say that I feel uncomfortable but I do feel like I shouldn't be here right now . . . like, this is wrong . . . I'm in Michael Jackson's hotel room . . he's exhausted, emotionally broken and I have no damn clue what to do . . . I never felt so clueless . . . I'm trained for this . . . why do I feel so helpless?

He wipes the tears from his eyes. .

"I feel so lonely, Misses Miller . . . I feel so terribly lonely"

To be continued . . .