~ Michael's point of view ~
I'm still in the closet and it's awfully quiet out there . . I look at my watch . . 4 and a half hours in this darn closet . . I can't believe she did this to me . . it's getting so hot in here . . I need fresh air . . desperately! I look down to the floor and notice something silver and shiny . . wait a minute! . . that's the closet key! . . she must've shoved it under the door before she left! . . . I pick up the key and unlock the door . . . I literally fall down on my knees, taking in a deep breath of fresh air in the hallway . . . . thank god I'm outta here . . . I can't believe I was stuck in there for almost 5 hours . . . what she did was horrible! . . I could get her arrested for that!
"DENISE?!!" I yell through the house.
I run to my bedroom and look around . . she's not here . . I check the bathroom, the kitchen, the livingroom and every other part of the house but she's nowhere to be found . . . she left. . . at least she didn't let me die in there . . . well . . she almost did -.-
That woman needs help . . she's a freak! . . how can a person be so darn jealous to do something like this?! . . I could've died in there! . . I really coud've! . . thank god the room had a tiny window . . I seriously could've suffocated. I walk into the kitchen to get me something to drink . . . now I need to change the locks! . . and I need to call someone to install a camera or something . . . I mean, this is crazy. I can't even be safe in my own house. . . how did she get in here anyway?
I put the bottle of water back in the fridge and look at the kitchen counter . . . what the hell?! . . I'm looking at my phone being completely destroyed . . . what did she do with it?! . . it's completely broken . . the display is shattered . . the lid and the inside of the phone are totally wrecked. I pick it up and throw it in the trash . . . . this can't be real . . . this must be an awful dream or something. . what a horrible night . . . . and I don't even have Destiny's phone number . . I never wrote it down nor do I know it by heart . . . I need to let her know what happened, I can't go to bed before I talked to her. I bet she's so disappointed and angry at me right now . . . . I wouldn't blame her . . . but if she knew what happened, maybe she would understand.
It's almost 9pm . . . maybe I could call the restaurant and ask for her private number . . . will they give it to me? I really hope so. I go on the internet and search for the restaurant's website . . . and then it hits me . . . FACEBOOK! . . . why didn't I think of it earlier?! . . . I type in her full name and wait for her profile to show up . . . . there she is . . . gosh, that picture is gorgeous. I click on it and send a friend invitation. She accepts my friendship 5 minutes later . . . YES! thank god! she's active on facebook! . . I click on her picture and send her a message. . .
"Hey Destiny . . . you wouldn't believe what happened to me tonight . . . . I'm awfully embarrassed to say it but my ex girlfriend locked me in my closet! . . . I just now got out . . . and she wrecked my phone . . there was no way I could've called you. . . I just wanted to call your restaurant and ask for your number but then I remembered that my phone is broken, so . . calling the restaurant was out of the question . . . . I hope you're not mad at me . . . I'm really sorry this night turned out like this. . . my ex girlfriend is a mess . . . . I apologize from the bottom of my heart"
I see that she read my message but she's not replying . . . darn it! . . I bet she doesn't even believe a word I just wrote . . . and who can blame her? . . if a message like that was sent to me, I probably wouldn't believe it either . . . god . . . this day started off so awesome and now I'm back to zero. . . . . if I could only talk to her right now and PROOVE to her that I'm not making this up . . . . a minute later I get a reply back from her:
"Are you honestly expecting me to believe what you just wrote? . . how can I be sure that this is even you messaging me? . . I don't know what to believe anymore, Michael . . . whoever you are . . . please leave me alone"
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Behind her smile, Destiny is just a young, gorgeous waitress who wishes for the world. The day she meets young teacher, Michael Jackson, her world turns upside down, and she's living on a pink cloud. She's head over heels for him and everything in h...