Tatiana's POV

I sit back in the plane seat blowing hot air. I close my eyes breathing heavily, as I try to wrap my mind around what happened, minutes earlier.

I just ran into him....the one who broke my heart, the one I gave my heart, mind, (not to mention my virginity too)....... I ran into my ex, it's funny to say it out loud or think about it.

"Michael is my ex."

I shake my head and crosses my arms as I shake my leg gently. I look out the window, as we fly in the air.

I didn't know what I wanted to do, during that moment, of seeing him again. It was a crossroad between kissing him, or beating his head against a sidewalk.

"Those beautiful brown eyes...god, and that jet black curl..." I think to myself and scowls looking at my red stiletto nails.

"You hate his guts, Tatiana." I think to myself. "You hate him because he broke your heart, he never loved you in the first place."

I clench my jaw lightly. "There is no way you waited twenty-something years to have sex...wha, wha, wha." I mimic him angrily.

I feel the heavy feeling in my chest, as tears brim my eyes. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying.

"Fuck him." I mutter angrily.

Who the hell does he think he his, laughing about how old I was to lose my virginity? And that I waited.

And you are damn sure I could have given my virginity to any guy, hell I could have given it up to Paul.

 I sigh and lays back closing my eyes. I swallow hard as a feel a lump in my throat. I open my eyes again, as I flutter my eyelashes as tears fall from my face.

How can you love someone who doesn't even love you? Or even believe in your love? A person who always questions you, and doubts you, and your heart?

I bite down on my lip as I sniffle biting down on my lip, feeling that hurting feeling in my heart.

"Don't cry, Tatiana...." a voice in my head whispers; but it's too late as I break into tears.

Michael's POV

"How could she be a virgin?” I ask myself, sitting by the window, in the long black limo. At least I have a moment to be alone. And when I'm alone, I end up over thinking things, all of my thoughts having something to do with Tatiana. But sometimes it’s a good thing to be over thinking, so he can realize his wrongs and learn from them.

But most of the time, my over thinking isn't for the good. I look down playing with my hands. All the times I got angry with her. All the times I blamed her and hurt her over my insecurities. The times I made her cry over me, and the pain look in her eyes minutes ago.

“How could she be a virgin?” I ask myself once again.

Well, it’s quite simply actually—don’t have sex.

Now, how is she capable of not having sex for a little more than twenty years when she has men drooling at her feet?

All these thoughts were flowing through my head, still finding it hard to believe that I was the lucky one who took her virginity.

Why wasn't I more nice about it? I saw hurt in her eyes when I laughed at her. And I felt guilty for that, for everything, so I took her in his embrace.

"You shouldn't have let her go, Michael...."  I think to myself.

As selfish as it sounds, I shouldn’t have let her leave...I should have gotten a ticket and went on that damn plane with her.

I shouldn’t have laughed at her. Damn it, where did my gentleman side go?!

I saw the lump in her throat, her tongue tied, and her eyes were glossed and bloodshot. That was the pain showing through from the inside out.

And if I was the one who took her virginity, I would really be the luckiest man in the world.

But virgin or not, I was  in love with her and I know that will never change.

But still,  I keep trying to think of ways or how she could be a virgin when she met me. It’s just difficult for me to sink it in because, well… she seemed so......experienced.

She did make me wait almost five  months because she told me she wasn’t ready yet. She was always careful when things got heated......

That’s one way to know.

She did seem nervous during their first time—her legs trembled as they were wrapped around his waist.

That’s another way…

But I want to know more, why she waited, or why out of all people, she let me deflower her.

Which is why I need her here, now.

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I finally makes it home, stepping on the grounds of Neverland Ranch for the very first time in months. Alot has changed and been added on since Tatiana was here last.

It’s dark and well into the night so you really see much of the outside, so I decide to wait until tomorrow to explore and see the new changes.

I remind myself send Bill to help me transfer some more of my belongings from Hayvenhurst to Neverland.

I go in my bedroom, and sets my luggage on the bed. I sigh as I begin to pull things out, getting lost in thought. The phone starts ringing and I pick it up.

"Hello?" I say tiredly.

I wasn't prepared to hear this voice on the other end.

"Michael. It's Paul....we have to talk."

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Okay...so as you can look at my mb. You can all see who has threatened me. I've been told, to die, she's going to kill my mom, and etc. I'm just done writing.

I'm sorry guys, but people in this world are extremely unkind, and she's following me on instagram, and I'm just done. I called the police, and did everything and this girl keeps going on and on.

I love to write, and  this wasn't what I had signed up for. It wasn't.

-moonwalkergal