The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 131 - Beauty and the Beast

A/N Disclaimer : So let me just make this extremely clear before I get flooded with hate inboxes. There is no way in hell do I believe Michael was strange looking.

The only strange thing was how gorgeous that man was...like God took his time creating him and putting every ounce of beauty and perfection in him--and I believe anyone can be as pure and beautiful as him. Like that man wasn't human.....I haven't seen any human being look that beautiful in my life. He's an angel, or just a piece of God's art.

This is what Michael went through as an artist and human being and I'm trying to make this story as real as possible. So please let's get that straight...I adore Michael, and this was in no offense to him. 

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Tatiana's POV

"So hold the phone." Sheryl says as she chews on a french fry, as she picks another one up pointing it towards me. "You mean to tell me some sick freak hid a camera in the bathroom?"

I roll my eyes nodding as I sit my drink down, wiping my mouth. "Apparently."

"So where's the camera?"

"Michael smashed it." I pause. "Against the wall." 

"Damn." Greg sighs. "I wish he didn't. It would've saved me $9.99 on my subscription to Playboy this month."

I aim a piece of fry at him as he tries to catch it in his mouth, with a smirk. 

"Do they know who did it?" Ricky chews on his hamburger, as he licks the mustard off the corner of his mouth. 

"Michael thinks some pap sneaked up in his room while he was gone and planted it there." 

"Ha." Ricky chuckles. "You said planted, and the camera was found in a plant." 

We all stare at him blankly. 

"Get it? Plant? Planted?" He grins "Come on that was a good pun.

I roll my eyes giggling as I take a bite out of my pizza. "I mean--compared to everything else that's happened that's pretty mild." I shrug. 

"You're not bothered by it?" 

"Well yeah--" I shrug. "But since I found out about what happened with 'the incident' I'm more worried about him then me. " I mumble. 

 In the strangest way I felt the need to protect Michael. It was as if he was a rare species trying to be caught by hunters in the wild, and they were setting traps in the most disgusting ways just to get a story. And if I had to have a few images of me to protect Michael, then so be it. 

I could handle it emotionally better than Michael could. Unlike Michael, I'd run up to the office and actually beat someone's ass in without a thought. 

"Tat...Mike is fine. Especially since you've been back and ya'll are back together. He had a moment of weakness, and emptiness. Besides, I know he wouldn't do that again. He acts like it never happened so I wouldn't let it bother you, ya know?" Greg says sitting back in his chair, as he adjusts his sunglasses. 

I nod as I poke at my food. "I know, but it bothers me. What if he actually would have succeeded on...you know." I mumble as I rest my forehead in the palm of my hand as I continue swirling a fry in ketchup. 

"Why not talk to him about it?" 

"Because." I shake my head. "I don't want him to know I know. Michael's has been so stressed because of touring--I mean he barely even sleeps at night anymore. He doesn't need the extra baggage."