I was coming home from my mother's funeral in Las Vegas, Nevada; she had been murdered. It was a mese long stay, mostly in court, and I was tired and glad to go home to Los Angeles, California. When I went around the last corner, (my house was the third on the left on a collina in Hacienda Heights), I saw a black nube, nuvola of smoke rising up from my side. The house was blazing the colori of furious anger, and there were about five fuoco trucks with men heavily dressed shooting white streams of cool water against the crackling beast that was in reality my house burning to the ground. When the flames had died down to embers and they were putting out the very last of it with sand, my house was literally to the ground in gray ashes. I had my essential things, thank goodness I had my money, but still I had nowhere to go. The woman who took care of my dog while I was gone came up to me.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fontana and looked up at the Angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minuti later (at eleven at night) someone sat down successivo to me.
"Are te okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a mese in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are te doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, te are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if te want te can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank te soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the divano and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything te want? Like are te hungry o thirsty o something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry te up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if te want to go freshen up, take a doccia o something. My bedroom is right across the hall if te need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how te feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, te like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minuto o two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a chihuahua following. He pulled out my preferito nightgown, the blue satin one with the white pizzo trim.
"I think this one is hot; te should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down successivo to me and took off my jacket, and then my camicia after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The toga, abito came down to my upper thighs, and the superiore, in alto part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three più times.
"I Amore te so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to letto now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
"Well... At least your dog is still here. She enjoyed playing with my daughter Claudia." My eyes teared up as I took my baby pug Ruby into my arms. She snorted and snuggled her flat snout into my arm. Meilina gave me Ruby's bowl and everything.
"Thank you, Melina." I walked over to my car, drove to the park, and got out with the windows partially rolled down for my now asleep dog. I ran over to the fontana and looked up at the Angel statue. I started to bawl my eyes out and sat down on the side. A few minuti later (at eleven at night) someone sat down successivo to me.
"Are te okay?"
"Well, my mother was murdered and then I went to Vegas to find out my mother had been shot and killed. After a mese in court nobody knows who killed her, and then I came home and my house burned down, so no I am not okay!"
"That's very unfortunate. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I looked up. The first thing that I recognized was his large brown eyes and his bright smile.
"Michael Jackson! What are te doing out here in the middle of the night! Yo, te are just asking to get hurt!"
"I take walks at night, hoping to find someone to talk to."
"Why?"
"I get very lonely. But if te want te can come stay with me for right now." I smiled and gave him a big hug.
"Thank te soooo much."
"Let's go to your car... You've been through enough, I'll drive us there." I led him over to my Volkswagen bug and he got in on the driver side, me on the passenger side. I handed him the keys and he started it. My eyelids felt heavy, so I rested my head against the window; I passed out.
A while later, he picked me up when I was half-asleep and brought me in the front door. He set me down gently on the divano and ran back out to go get my bags. He set Ruby down and came over to me.
"Is there anything te want? Like are te hungry o thirsty o something?" I sat up.
"No, I'm just really tired right now."
"I don't blame you!" he laughed, his eyes sparkling. "I'll carry te up to a room."
"Thank you..." He picked me up and carried me up maroon-carpeted spiral stairs. We passed through a few halls ornately decorated with art and plants of all types until he opened a door and layed me down on a soft bed. He pointed to another door in the room.
"There's the bathroom if te want to go freshen up, take a doccia o something. My bedroom is right across the hall if te need me. Anything else before I go to bed?"
"Undress me please. I don't mean to be bossy, but I'm so freaking tired right now I can't even change into my pajamas."
"It's okay, I know how te feel. Sometimes when I come home I come in, lock the door, and collapse out on the hardwood floor."
"Yeah, te like it HARD!" We busted out in laughter for a minuto o two. Michael went to retrieve the bags, Ruby trotting behind along with a chihuahua following. He pulled out my preferito nightgown, the blue satin one with the white pizzo trim.
"I think this one is hot; te should wear it." He smiled.
"Yeah, that one is my favorite." He set it down successivo to me and took off my jacket, and then my camicia after he unbuttoned it. He unzipped my pencil skirt, and gazed me in the eyes as he slid it down my legs and off of me. I sat up and allowed him to slip it over my head and down. The toga, abito came down to my upper thighs, and the superiore, in alto part was sleeve-less with a scoop neck.
"You look so beautiful... What's your name?"
"Haley."
"Just as beautiful as your face..." He pecked me on the lips, and then three più times.
"I Amore te so much..." I stroked his hair. He pushed away.
"Um... I should be getting to letto now."
"Yeah. Well, thanks again for letting me stay here."
"Your very welcome, anything for a fan of mine." I could just barely see his high cheekbones blush a cherry-red in the dim lamplight as he slipped away through the door and shut it behind. I fell asleep.
