"Luana, what are you doing??"
"I'm showing you how much I LOVE YOU!!!!"
"Luana . . you're absolutely crazy! . . put the knife away!!!"
"No . . you're gonna call Bill! this is between US!!! this is between YOU and ME!!"
"Put the knife away Luana . . . please put it away!!!"
"No, I can't . . I want you to tell me that you love me . . I want you to hold me and kiss me, like I've always dreamed about . . I want you to tell me all the things you've been keeping all this time . . . you love me Michael . . and I know you do . . you're scared of my love because you're so painfully shy . . . but you shouldn't be . . I'm good to you, I'll be GOOD to you . . I'll do anything you want, my baby . . I love you Michael . . tell me you love me, too . . TELL ME!!!!"
Her hands are shaking . . my heart is pounding and I'm seeing black dots in the corner of my eyes. She has lost her mind.
I always knew she was a little crazy but not THAT crazy . . . letting her go was a big mistake . . . I shouldn't have been the one to let her go . . I should've had Misses Miller here with me . . or better yet . . I should've had Bill with me.
She's holding the knife close to my throat . . I can feel the sharpness of it making my skin feel numb in that area just thinking about how much this will would hurt . . . and how fast and painful that death would be . . . . but I can't think about that . . . I have to stop her . . I have to say something that will make her drop the knife . . and I have to say it fast.
"You're right Luana . . . I love you . . I love you too"
"You do???"
"Yes . . . I love you . . . I wanna marry you . . . put the knife away"
"YOU'RE LYINGGGG!!!!!!"
"No, I'm not . . . . I love you . . . please put the knife away!"
She sits on top of me, still holding the knife close to my throat.
"I wanna have sex Michael . . . let's have sex . . . now . . . show me how much you love me Michael . . give it to me . . . right here and right now!"
"Ok . . . ummm, but I think we should go to the bedroom . . don't you think?"
"NO!!!! right here!! I want it right here . . . pull your pants down . . NOW!!!"
I slowly unbutton my pants . . . she's impatiently waiting for me to pull them down. Oh mother of god . . what have I gotten myself into? . . I need Bill . . I need the police . . I need someone to help me . . I don't wanna have sex with her. . . I don't wanna touch her.
Someone please help me.
She pulls my pants down along with my boxers . . . she looks at my private in pure amazment and lust. She wraps her hand around it and starts stroking me . . . fast . . . it hurts.
"Yes . . ahhhwww . . isn't that good? doesn't that feel so good, Michael?"
" . . . . Yes . . can you please put the knife away now? . . please!!"
I slowly push her arm away from my face, so I can push her away . . but she knows . . she yells at me . . right in my ear. "I'M GONNA CUT YOU!!! STOP PUSHING MY ARM AWAY!!!"
She lifts her skirt and sits on top of me . . . my penis isn't hard . . . She moves her panties to the side and shoves my penis inside her . . . she starts moving up and down and around for my penis to get hard. . . . . I feel so disgusted.
"OHHH YEAAA . . ughhh finally . . f*ck . . oh f*ck me Michael, F*CK ME!!"
I push her away as hard as I can. She droppes the knife. I get up and grab it.
"GOOO!!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU FREAK!!!! GO!!!!"
She starts crying.
"GOO!!!! LEAVE!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!"
Then she runs out the door. I slowly get up to call the cops . . I'm feeling shaky and I can't see straight . . my vision is blurry . . I manage to get up . . as I'm dialing the number, a drop of blood falls down on the wooden floor between my feet.
~ Megan's point of view ~
(On the phone with Ashley)
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME ASHLEY?!!"
"I'm sorry Megan . . he called and I couldn't help myself :( . . ."
"Do you have any idea what you caused with this crap?? Michael actually believes that I'm in love with him!! I assured him that I didn't call . . . I assured him that it was the pills that caused him to believe all that . . but now it turns out that you're behind all this!!!! you are unbelievable!! . . . you say you love him and you adore him, you say you're his biggest fan . . but this isn't love to me, Ashley . . if you were a true fan of his, you wouldn't do this stuff . . . . I can't believe you . . . I gotta go . . . call me when you decide to change your personality because right now, I want nothing to do with you!!!"
"Megan . . wait ! . . pllease don't hang up . . please !!"
(HANGS UP) . . .
I can't believe her . . . I can't believe Ashley did this. . . She picked up the phone, pretending to be me and never told me about it . . . I called him crazy . . . I said all kinds of things to Michael . . . Oh gosh . . . I have to make this right . . . I have to apologize to him and tell him what really happened . . . this is unbelievable . . . and he bought me flowers because he thought I really said all these things . . . awww . . what a sweetheart . . . I feel terrible . . . I have to go to Neverland . . . now.
To be continued . . .
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Rain On Me
RomanceHe is the biggest star in the world . . everybody knows him. Michael loves his fans and he loves what he does but with fame there also comes a lot of sadness. Megan L. Miller is Michael's personal therapist. She's there for him when he needs a shou...
