It's November fourth and I'm getting nervous everyday we get closer to our court day. It's been scheduled for the fourteenth and I get to testify against him.. I hope I survive. Michael has been there for me every step of the way and I praise God for him everyday. I can't imagine if I were with Chris instead.. Or even dead. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and having to throw up or in a puddle of sweat. Michael is worried about me I plan to get away from everything for a while because the longer I stay here, the worst I get.

Michael: Baby what's wrong?

Suesie: N-nothing.

I said panting. Michael put his hand on his head and sighed.

Michael: Oh God..

He mumbled.

Suesie: I-I'm s-so sorry Michael. Don't worry about m-me.

I said shaking as I thought about my dream. Michael looked at me and knew that I was lying.

Michael: Don't Suzanne.. Just don't.

Suesie: I-I'm n-not. Hon-nest.

Michael sucked in his cheeks and looked away for a moment. He got up shortly afterwards and walked out. It was silent for a while and I sighed with tears starting to stream down but no sound was made. I pulled the cover over my head and tried to fall asleep again. As soon as I closed my eyes, I started to hear screams from Michael.. A scream of frustration.. The last scream was the most terrifying because I heard the sound of glass breaking.

I instantly sat up and held the covers to my chest which also covered my mouth. It was silent again for the longest and now I definitely couldn't fall asleep. I think he hates me now. The door slowly opened and I sank down as I pulled the covers over my head again. I heard footsteps coming towards the bed and I began to sweat uncontrollably. The bed sank down next to me and I couldn't take it any longer. I ran out the room and threw up. I heard a knock at the door and I refused to open it.

Michael: Suzanne, it's me.

Michael said in a different tone that sounded irritated. I threw up again and threw the cover off of me.. Yes, I took the blanket with me..

Michael: Open the door Sue.

I felt the cover being pulled and shook my head.

Suesie: No..

I rested my back against the bathtub and let myself breathe.

Michael: Suzanne, please let me in.

Suesie: I can't..

Michael: Why not?

Suesie: Too much glass..

Michael: Just step on the blanket.

Suesie: I-I can't..

Michael: Why can't you?

Suesie: T-too m-much blood..

There was silence between us and I didn't move. I heard the knob move and it came open after a while. Michael looked at me and sighed.

Michael: Oh God, Sue.

I covered myself and turned away from him. He came closer and sat down next to me.

Michael: Why did you do this? Why did you hurt yourself?

Suesie: You broke the glass, I just made it useful. Part of it wasn't even my fault.. When I ran in, some of the glass cut my feet and I scraped my knee when I kneeled down to throw up. So, now that I think about it, it was your fault because if you never would have broken the glass, I wouldn't be in this condition!

I angrily said. I crossed my arms and looked down. Michael felt guilty and pulled me close. I struggled to get him away from me.

Suesie: No, Michael get away..

I said pushing him away but he wasn't going anywhere. Michael just held me tighter.

Michael: I Love You..

I stopped moving and looked up at him with confusion.

Suesie: I thought you hated me..

I said softly. Michael shook his head and slightly brushed his hand on my cheek.

Michael: No.. I would never hate you.

I looked down in embarrassment and shook my head.

Suesie: But you walked out on me and broke the glass and screamed and you-..

I stopped myself before I said another word and looked down as I shook my head. Michael made me look at him as he spoke softly.

Michael: I what?

I looked to the side and finished my sentence.

Suesie: You scared me..

Michael: Oh baby..

Michael said holding me close.

Suesie: Why did you do all of this? I was only trying to let you get some more sleep. I didn't want you to be up all night worrying about me.

Michael: I'd rather be up worrying about you than dreaming about whether you're alright or not.

Suesie: But why did you do all of this?

Michael: I had to blow off some steam and I didn't want to leave you in here alone. Also, I was upset because you lied to me again..

Suesie: I'm sorry.. But I don't want you to be like this. I don't like this Michael. I want him to go away.

Michael: Oh, so you don't like this affectionate Michael? Alright, no more Mr. Nice Jackson.

Michael said standing up and walking towards the door but stopped.

Suesie: Not that Michael..

Michael: Too late, he's gone. Now, get up.

I gave him an agitated look and crossed my arms.

Suesie: You know good and damn well that I can't stand up..

Michael raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

Michael: What did I tell you about you cussing? This is the last time I'm telling you about it too.

Suesie: Or what?

I taunted.

Michael: Don't push me..

Suesie: If I could walk, I would.

Michael looked both ways and pointed to himself a few times.. I knew exactly what he was doing.

Michael: Who were you just talking to? Because I know that you weren't just talking to me.

Suesie: As a matter of fact, I was.

Michael walked away and everything was quiet for a time. Then he came back with the phone in his hand.

Michael: The ambulance is coming to get you before I do.

Suesie: What's that supposed to mean?

I said sternly.

Michael: It means, that they are going get here to take care of you before I lose my mind.

I think I like this Michael..

Suesie: Uh huh.. Well just make sure that none of them are like you..

I retorted back. Michael cut his eyes at me.

Michael: You are this close girl.. This close..

Suesie: Oh well..

Michael looked furious and I found it attractive.

Suesie: Also, I wouldn't count on you being there! Don't even bother with coming to see me!

Michael popped his head in and smiled a fake smile.

Michael: How are you doing?

Suesie: Would be better if you weren't here.

Michael smiled devilishly at me and came towards me. He stood directly in front of me just grinning.

Suesie: What the hell are you staring at me for?

I said in an agitated tone. Michael's grin faded and he wasn't very pleased with my language.

Michael: That's it..

Michael said pulling me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

Suesie: Hey! Michael put me down!

Michael: This will teach you not to curse..

Suesie: Michael Jackson! You better put me down right this second or else!

Michael kept quiet and opened a door.

Suesie: MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON!

Michael threw me down onto the bed and I landed with a few bounces. Michael stood over me with his arms crossed and an upset look on his face.. Well more so furious but serious and calm all at the same time.. Which scared me. Michael just looked at me and I sat up.

Michael: What?

Michael said in a voice I had never heard before.

Suesie: What?

I said convoluted.

Michael: Or else what?

Michael said in the same tone.

Suesie: Oh.. You would've found out if you didn't put me down.

Michael made an annoyed sound but I don't know how to describe it.. All I know is that it sounded like a 't' like in the beginning of the word 'tough'.. He made that sound as he rolled his eyes. Michael was deadpaning too well and I'm starting to believe that the other Michael, the nice Michael, is gone..

Michael: There was no punishment and you know it. Even if there was, you wouldn't be able to get away with it or even do it.

Harsh.. Is what I was thinking.

Suesie: You know what?

I yelled as I pulled my leg up and wrapped my fingers around a piece of glass. Michael's eyes widened as he focused on my hand.

Michael: Suzanne, you better not.

Suesie: I better not what?

I said positioning my arm. I know this sounds crazy but I have my reasons..

Michael: Don't.. pull.. the glass..

Michael said sternly.

Suesie: Or what?

I said starting to tug on it. I tried my best to make it seem like it didn't hurt. Michael's face went contorted and I smiled devilishly at him. I quickly ruled out the piece of glass and blood came seeping out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I fell backwards. 'Ouch!' I mouthed.

Michael: SUZANNE AALIYAH JACKSON! Why did you do that?

Suesie: You said not to, but I did. Now what are you going to do about it?

I said crossing my arms in a challenging way.

Michael: You want me to hurt you.. Don't you?

Michael said with a serious tone as he came down to my level and resting his hands on my thys.

Suesie: A bad hurt or a good hurt?

Michael was officially irritated with me.

Michael: Hurt..

Suesie: Well I guess it all depends.. I never want a bad hurt and right now, I don't have time for a good hurt.

Michael laughed and stood back up. He suddenly stopped laughing and put his hand upon his chin.

Michael: You think I'm playing, don't you? Listen Suzanne.. Old Michael is gone.

Michael said going back to the other position when he told me to listen.

Suesie: Does that mean that I am now married to hell?

Michael clenched his jaw and then smiled.

Michael: No baby, you're married to who you want to be married to.. This was your request.. Now, he's what you've got.

I began to count how many 'Michael''s I've gotten rid of..

Suesie: Nice Michael, Provocative Michael, Controlling Michael.. Well, they're combined.... Oh my Lord.. Two. How many 'Michael Jackson''s are there?

Michael grinned wider.

Michael: A lot..