Deserted ( A Michael Jackson FanFiction Story)

Chap. 26

MICHAEL POV

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"Stupid stupid!" I say banging my head on the wall.

"Kill. Me. Right. Now." I say still banging.

Bubbles tugs on my pant leg with a worried face.

"Bubbles. I think I just lost my fiance." I say.

He climbs up on me and makes chimp sounds. He kisses me and I smile. He is so sweet.

"But what will I do about Madonna? She still thinks im hers." I sigh.

"Hee hee hoo hoo ah ah." Bubbles says.

"Yeah! I'm going to go over to her right now and talk things out!" I say.

"ah ah hoo!" Bubbles says.

"No Bubbles. Violence is bad. No matter how much I want to hurt her." I say.

Bubbles jumped off me shaking his head and ran away.

I put on my Jacket ready to walk out.

"Where are you going mr. Jackson?" A maid says from behind me.

"Why must a tell you?" I ask confused.

"Madonna is paying me to keep track of where you go." She says.

"Tell her that I'm going to her house. Angry." I say.

"Thank you mr. Jackson. Have a nice time." She says bowing.

What is wrong with Madonna? Creepy much.

I walk out waving to my fans and smiling. They all go nuts and I smile wider. I love my fans.

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"Ava is back?" Madonna asked.

"Yes. And so now the deal is off." I say.

"Well actually I never agreed to anything now that I think about it." Madonna said slowly.

"Crap." I say to myself.

"I still have power over the information. I could tell Ava you know?" She says.

"I already did." I say.

"No. I mean every single little detail. She will just hate you more and end up leaving." She says.

I cringe.

"Or I can go for the media." She smiles.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MADONNA?!" I yell frustrated.

"Michael. I get what I want no matter what." She says.

"No. You don't. You can't have me." I say.

"I will." She says grabbing me.

I gag. She makes a disgusted face and turns away.

"Madonna. Is there anything else you want other then me?" I ask tired.

"Yes. I think I might." She says relaxing her face.

"I want...its stupid." She sighs.

"No. Tell me." I say.

"I wont tell anyone yet. Just let me think about it." Madonna said rubbing her temple.

I felt relieved. But I felt sad. She seemed so sad thinking about it.

"I will see you later then Madonna." I say worried.

"Yeah." She says waving to the door.

I walk to my limo and I sit down thinking. I hope what she wants isn't impossible.