A/N: Thanks for reading... I would really appreciate reviews! ^_^ Hope you enjoy, this was one of the hardest chapters to write... oh and please let me know if you like it, because I want to know if I should continue with Michael fanfics for now or not. Thank you!

Chapter Seven: Alyssa

''I'm not sure if I can do this.'' I tried to keep my breathing steady and even as we boarded the plane.

''You can. You love me, right?''

''Of ourse I do! I'll be at this adress, baby. It's my house, it's pretty big and there's an iron wrought gate outside. You'll know it when you see it. If you have any problems tonight, just come over and see me.''

''Okay. I can do that.'' I took a deep breath and accepted the piece of paper with his adress scribbled on it and sat next to him o the plane. For the entire flight, I had my MP3 Player out with one earbud in my ear and the other in his.

When the lights go out

We'll be safe and sound

We'll take control of the world

Like it's all we have

To hold onto

and we'll be... a dream.

My hand found his and I squeezed it tightly. I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world on that plane. For the rest of the plane ride, we blasted music. Michael would tell me stories about meeting some of the singers, or even just the fact that he loved the song. He would say, '' I just love the melody,'' or ''The lyrics are beautiful.'' I would just smile and cuddle closer to him. We slipped into a deep slumber an hour or so before the plane landed.

''Come on, baby. It's time to get up.''

''Okay.'' I yawned, joining him. I met up with Tabbi and Laurie and together we hauled our luggage back to the busy streets of L.A. We had to part when I reached my lonely apartment.

''Good luck.'' Tabbi whispered in my ear as we hugged goodbye.

''Thanks for taking me, Laurie.''

''No problem, honey.'' She grinned before we split.

I walked in the door and turned the light to see Matt sitting on my couch.

''Hey baby! I missed you!''

''I missed you too. How did you get in?''

''You gave me the key remember? So I could take care of Jazzy, right?''

''Of course. How is she?''

''Just fine. She missed you lots too. Come on, Jazz, mommy's home!'' He yelled and I heard a crash. Jazzy KNEW what he meant. Suddenly, I saw her. When she was on all fours, her head was eye level with my hips. When she stood on her back paws, she could easily give me a big bear hug. Jazzy was almost an almost pure black siberian husky.

''Come here baby!'' I shouted, and my dog came bolting at me. She jumped all over me and started to lick my face. I missed her; she was so soft and fluffy. I suddenly wondered if Michael would mind taking in a dog? I thought it would be best to leave her with Matt, but looking into those bright blue eyes I knew that wouldn't be good.

''How have you been?'' Matt asked.

''I'm good. Listen, I really have to talk to you.'' My heart thudded loudly in my chest.

''I have to talk to you too! Come on!'' He took my hand and started leading me to my bedroom.

''Can we stay out here Matt?''

''Why? Does it make you nervous?''

''Yes. Especially after what I'm going to tell you.''

''Well before you start, I'll say what I need to.''

''Okay.'' I wanted to roll my eyes. I felt a need to get this done and over with. When he got on bended knee and pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket, I knew what he was going to do.

''Alyssa Renee Barnes... will you be my wife?''

''No, Matt.'' I sighed.

''What? I don't understand. Did something... who gave you that?'' He pointed to my necklace.

''Michael Jackson.''

''No, you're kidding me! You met the King of Pop and you didn't tell me?''

''I couldn't... because... I couldn't because... I fell in love with him. He's in love with me. Matt, I need you to let me go.''

''Why? After the best three years I've given you, you choose some popstar?''

''It's not about that! I trust him! Completly and honestly! I love him!''

''So everything you told me was a lie!''

''No, I love you too... I just love him more.''

''You whore! You slept with him, didn't you? That's why you're doing this! You're pregnant and you don't think I could take care of you.''

''I didn't... no, I would never...''

''So what, you made out with him? You got close and decided to come all the way here to tell me you wanted him instead? Well, you're about to go all the way tonight!'' Matt grabbed my hands and started draggin my towards my bed.

''No, Matt! Let go! Please, no!''

''Lay down and shut up!'' He ordered, throwing me ontop of my bed. Crying hysterically now, I felt paralyzed. I forgot to pack the pepper spray.. DAMNIT! My mind screamed as I started sobbing. Matt snatched one of my winter scarves out of my dresser without taking his eyes off of me. Then, he held my hands up against the wooden bedpost and tied me to it. Next thing I knew, he was yanking my pants and underwear down together. I felt hot tears spilling down my cheeks and I didn't dare look as I heard him unzip his own jeans. WIthin seconds, I felt him enter me without mercy. He was purposly thrusting as hard as he could.

''Please, stop...'' I whined as he picked up the pace. My insides almost felt like they were ripping as warm blood trickled onto the bedsheets. I knew if I tried to struggle now, it would only hurt me more. He tried to kiss me, then backhanded me when he realized I wasn't kissing him back. I felt his class ring leave a deep cut in my cheek and I cried even more. It was all I could do.

Michael... please help me. I knew it was hopeless. I lost my virginity to someone I didn't want to give it to. I sobbed as he hit his climax and spilled inside me. I couldn't watch as he got dressed and pulled my underwear back up, but left my pants down. Matt wasn't anywhere near finished yet. He lifted up my shirt and unhooked my bra. His warm hands masaged my breasts and I just wanted him to stop, but the rest of my body was in so much pain I could barely move. I could hear Jazzy howling at the door; she was just as afraid as I was. Matt was now kissing and licking my neck, probably thinking I enjoyed it. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

''Aly? Baby, where are you?''

''I'm in here!'' I yelled as loud as I could. Matt punched me in the stomach so hard I swear I felt a rib snap in two. I looked down to see that there was already a giant bruise forming and I kept crying out. The door busted open and Michael stepped inside. I watched him slug Matt so hard I heard a sickening punch. Michael grabbed him by the front of his shirt.

''If you ever fucking touch her again, I will beat you within an inch of your life! Don't think the cops won't hear about this. Get out, now. Maybe it will give you a few minute's headstart.'' He threatened. Matt scrambled out, leaving me tied up, still feeling blood oozing into my underwear.

''Oh, baby, how far did he... that bastard! He... oh my God.''

''I've never heard you swear before.'' I whispered weakly as he untied me.

''I do it when I'm pissed enough.'' He hissed, bringing my body close to him and pulling my jeans up before buttoning them.

''Ughh... it hurts so bad... it feels like he broke me inside...''

''We need to get you to hospital. Do you want me to call an ambulance or do you feel up to me driving you?''

''Please drive me. I hurt so much...'' I begged as he held me close. I could feel the cut on my cheek stinging as he lifted me into his arms.

He carried me out to his car and set me down gently in his passenger seat. Gingerly, he buckled the seatbelt.

I wanted to ask him how he got there... how he knew I was in trouble... or even what he thought of Jazzy (who seemed very reluctant to let me go anywhere with Michael) but I was too weak. Everything hurt, especially my heart. I knew it was going to happen, but I had no idea how strong Matt was... or how unprepared I would be. If it hadn't been for michael... lord knows how much farther Matt would've taken it.

We were at the hospital within ten minutes or so and he was so tender with picking me up and out of the car. Michael took me inside the hospital doors and he shouted, ''Someone help me, please!''

I could see that people here were intimidated by the fact that Michael Jackson was carrying this overweight chick in his arms with bloodstained jeans and cuts on her face. but one brave nurse came forward.

''What happened to her, sir?'' The nurse asked, gazing at me with wide eyes.

''She was raped and she says it feels like her insides were torn... I know part of tht is normal, but I wanted to make sure she was alright. That and he hit her a few times, I don't know entirely how many times, how hard or whatever, but she's in a lot of pain.''

''Okay. Lay her on the stretcher and we will check everything out. Sweetie, she'll be fine. As soon as we're done, we will call you in and you can see her.''

''Promise?'' Michael's voice was filled with so much fear as his grip on me tightened.

''I promise. She'll be fine, dear.'' I liked the nurse. She was nice. Softly he nodded and lay me onto the stretcher. I felt his sweet lips kiss my forehead once before letting the nurse wheel me into the emergency room.

There were so many doctors... and a lot of bright lights. They were all feeling my ribs and peering at my stomach. My jeans were gone, then they were back. The cut on my cheek was fixed by plenty of ointment and a band-aid.

''Okay, darling. You were bruised pretty bad on your stomach but all your bones and organs are fine. That cut on your cheek was pretty deep, but the band-aid should take care of it. You bled pretty heavy after he raped you. There really isn't anything we can do for that, but there is something I wish to discuss with you. There is a very strong possibility you might be pregnant from this. Do you want to keep the babies, do you want a contraception... what do you want?''

''Umm... can I talk to Michael about it?''

''Sure. I'm sure he's worrying himself to death out there in the waiting room anyhow. Mark, can you tell him he can come in and see his girl now?''

''Yeah.'' A tall black doctor left the room to get my boyfriend.

The nurse told me I could stay the night if I felt that I couldn't walk and I agreed. In fact, I chose to stay at the hospital that night.

''Hey, angel. How is my girl?'' Michael asked me the moment he walked in. He was stroking my hair softly while I told him what the nurse said.

''Jazzy... he better not take her!''

''He won't. I called Tabbi and her mom while I was in the waiting room. Tabbi went over there and took Jazzy. She's with them now, and she's safe.''

''How did you know I was in trouble? I thought you weren't going to interfere because the poparazzi?''

''Tabbi called and said Matt wasn't at his place because she went to check up on you and see if you were okay. She figured he must've been over at your house.''

''Why didn't she go and save me?''

''She wanted to, but I told her no. I said I wanted to do it, poparazzi or no. I wasn't going to let him hurt you. I got there too late.''

''It's not your fault. I'm just glad you came when you did.''

''How do you feel?''

''Better now. Are you coming to get me tomorow afternoon?''

''Yeah, I will. When you feel good enough to walk sweetheart, you and I will move your stuff into my house, okay?''

''Sounds good. Do you think Jazzy could come too?''

''Yeah... I'm not too fond of little dogs, and Jazzy is almost as big as me. She will like it there.'' He sounded a little nervous.

''Michael... there is a good chance I could be pregnant. The nurses can't tell until a few weeks have passed. If I am pregnant, what do you want me to do, or do you want me to take a pill for it right now just in case?''

''Don't. We will keep the babies if you honestly are pregnant.''

''Really?''

''Of course. I've always wanted to be a father. They may not biologically be my children, but what does that matter? You'll make a great mom, too.''

''Really? I'm so tired...'' I yawned.

''Okay, well, I'm going to go. Take care of yourself, baby. I will be back tomorow. Sleep well.'' He told me before kissing my lips lovingly and walking out.

I slept restlessly that night, I tossed and turned plenty. I wasn't in pain when I woke up, but I was very sore and my stomach was adjusting to the giant bruise that was changing colors.

''How are you feeling this morning?'' The nice nurse asked me.

''Better. He doesn't want me to take anything. We will come back to find out if I am pregnant in a few weeks.''

''Make that a month, unless you start having symtoms. I think it's a good idea, to keep the children. You two are so cute together.'' The nurse looked like she was in her early thirtees. She was a red head with hair down to her chest and she was very shapely.

''You really think we are?''

''Yeah. I'm a big fan of Michael. He seems like such a nice guy. He really loves you.''

''How can you tell?''

''The way he looks at you. He practically begged me to let him stay all night with you last night but Doctor Fucinari wouldn't let him.'' She rolled her eyes.

''Ah that's alright. He worries too much, I think.''

''You slept in quite a bit, it's already eleven ' clock.''

''Really?''

''Yeah. You can go home anytime now.''

''He will be here soon, I can guarantee it. ''

I was right. Around One in the afternoon, Michael arrived to take me home. We walked out together and I was suprised to see Jazzy barking frantically n the backseat.

''Why-''

''What can I say, the dog's grown on me.''

''I love you!'' I almost leaped into his arms.

''I love you too.'' I heard his sigh into my ear. I grinned. The hardest part was over. Now, I could be with Michael forever.

We headed back to my house and we started packing as fast as we could. I dropped one of the boxes I was holding when I saw my bed.

''There's still blood on it.''

''I know. I haven't decided to call the cops yet. Sweetie, that's up to you. Do you want to go to court for this?''

''No. He's not worth it.'' I exhaled, slamming the bedroom door shut and grabbing the box once more. It took a few hours, but we managed to get all of my important, precious and just plain random things into the back of his car. Apparently, while he had the trail blazer in Greece, he had another one back here ( except this one was midnight blue). Jazzy sat on my lap the whole drive to Michael's house.

''It's beautiful... and huge!''

''Uh huh. Three story. Two bathrooms, Six guest bedrooms plus my room, a living room on the firt floor, a basement below that, an attic above the third floor, a computor room, an outdoor pool in the backyard, a garage, one kitchen and dining room and one reading room. It's kind of like a living room, but there are a bunch of couches and bookcases in it instead of a T.V.''

''Ah. Sweet.''

We spent more hours unpacking.

''Where do you want my clothes and personal things?''

''In my room. I have a pretty big closet in my room. It's the room straight across from the stairs.''

''Okay.'' I shrugged. I hauled up my boxes and headed up the stairs. The railing was iron wrought and so beautiful. All the carpeting downstairs was this hot crimson red color. All the rest was tile or hardwood. The door to Michael's room was a golden type of wood with a very elaborate doorknob. I opened it and had to gasp. He had a giant double bed in his room with iron wrought bars and a blue canopy that almost perfectly matched the carpeting in his room. Michael was right, his closet was HUGE. The closet was built right into the wall, and it was two beautiful glass doors with knobs on them. I slid them open to find another room attached to his. Inside were racks and clothes wheels... kind of like a store inside his house. I didn't bother with hangers- I never did. I just sorted them, folded the shirts and pants, matched the socks and set them in piles next to the cubbies holding his causual clothes.

Once I was done with my clothes, I moved on to deoderant and such. My hairbrush I set on top of his wooden dresser with all of his hairbrushes and stuff. My deoderant I set in the medicine cabinet with his in the upstairs bathroom, along with my shampoo, conditioner, hairties, razors and shave gel. I set all of my chargers, my cell phone and my MP3 player in the first drawer in his dresser that was empty. My favorite part of his room was the window a little ways across from his bed. It had this enormous window sill that I could sit on and just look outside, admiring L.A. It made me think of a room with a view.

''Are you almost ready?''

''I just have to get all of Jazzy's stuff out.''

''I already got it. All her toys are in the box in the living room and her water bowl and food bowl are on the floor in the kitchen.'' Michael said.

''Thank you!'' I smiled.

''How are you feeling?''

''Better. I'm still a little sore, and I bleed a little still, but it's much better.''

''That's good.'' He brought his mouth to mine and it was then that I realized how much better I was. Matt hurt me a little, but he still couldn't take Michael away from me. No one could- I wouldn't let them. Nothing would ever tear us apart.