~~Chapter 3~~
~~Virtual Insanity Index~~
" I can't help it if I wanted to." Innocence29 said.
Crystal sighed, looked down at the keys and shock her head. She looked at the clock. It was past midnight. The house was quiet except for the sound of running water in the bathroom shower. She focused on her conversation with Innocence29.
" How old are you?" she asked.
" Too old. LOL" Innocence said.
" Seriously" Crystal shot back.
" 44. And you?
" 40. " She smiled as she typed.
" Wonderful." A smiling face appeared next to his comment.
"You know," she began to type. She stopped with her hands still on the keys. What she was about to type felt uncomfortable but she knew it was honest. Two minutes passed.
" Hello?" Innocence29 said.
She wanted someone to treat her right so bad. But it was like a fantasy to her because she loved James and was committed to him. And that fantasy will never stop. It was just some person on a computer screen. What harm would it do?
" You know, I really like you. Really." she typed.
"Get in the bed." James' deep voice bellowed.
Crystal swallowed hard and barely read what Innocence29 had said back to her.
" You? Like me? We have changed, haven't we?"
"Get in the fuckin' bed, woman."
"James, no...I don't want to tonight and it's late--" Her words were cut off by James stare. Crystal knew she had crossed the line.
" Hello?" Innocence29's message popped up on the screen.
James stepped up to her, grabbed her by the arm and threw her on the ground. Crystal hit the floor on her stomach with her hands blocking her fall. She looked up at James who only had on a pair of faded green boxers.
" Hello? Are you there?" another message by Innocence29 popped up.
James slammed his finger on the key and shut down the computer.
"Get in the bed you whore!!!!" James screamed.
Crystal, now crying, slowly stood and got into the bed.
"Asshole," James mumbled as he got into the bed with her. As he took her robe off, he said, "You're a fan of Michael Jackson huh? Well, what if he dies? Huh? What then? You have me. And Michael fuckin Jackson can't fuck you like I can."
He gazed at her naked body.
"Please James," Crystal sobbed. "I don't want to do this tonight--" She was cut off by James' lips touching hers. He kissed deeply and soon Crystal found herself running her fingers through his long brown hair and her hands touching every part of his body.
MsGhostRyder had signed out.
Michael rubbed his eyes, hoping he hadn't hurt her feelings somehow. He looked around his room, which was only lit by a lamp on his desk and his computer screen. The cool breezed from his open window ruffled his over-sized T-shirt. He could feel the air on his legs as it went through his thin blue and white pajama pants. Yawning, he moved the mouse to check his email. He didn't get much email because he usually never checks it. Now Michael knew people around him have found out about his new found interest in the World Wide Web.
"Urgent" was the subject of one email, sent by Tommy Matolla. Michael sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. He clicked on it anyway.
I faxed you, but just as a reminder, there's a meeting at the Sony studios. We want you to attend so we can negotiate your problems.
Thank you
Tommy
The Sony logo was at the bottom of his email.
"My problems?" Michael scoffed.
He deleted the email and went to the next one, which was titled "Just wanted to say hi" sent by Lisa Marie.
Hey Mike. How are you? I heard that you are going to start filming a music video for 'Threatened' and I was wondering if I can tag along. If not, just please drop me a line or give me a call.
Lisa
Michael re-read the email.
"Lisa, get off my back," Michael whispered.
Not sure what to do, he didn't delete the email.
"Michael, I love you," he remember Lisa say. "But there are many things that just don't connect. You're lifestyle, the way you act, even....the way you look. It's just not right for us to be. I hope you understand."
Tears popped up in his eyes. He blinked them away. Sure he understood. He couldn't do anything right in a relationship. It hurt knowing that even though your love is everything to you but you can't even be everything to them.
That's what I get for opening up to other people. Michael thought. I just need to keep my mouth shut and be an entertainer. That way, you won't get hurt.
He looked at the next email titled "Mike".
Watch your back.
I'm coming to get you.
Nissassa