Dirty Diana Chapter 3

The rest of the long ride back to the hotel was quiet and the air that hung between Michael and Diana was tense. The dirver stopped the car at the back enterance and ushered them inside.
He had the two wait in the kitchen while he made sure the elevator was available and that the lobby was mostly clear. Diana wasn't used to this kind of preperation as Michael was and in conclusion was impatient.
  "It's almost midnight. Who's seriously gonna wait this late just to snap a bad picture of you?" She asked annoyed. Michael ignored her and continued to wait.
The driver came back and nodded for them to come. They quickly walked through the lobby and into the elevator. Diana sighed with exhaustion as they walked to Michael's room.
  "So where am I supposed to sleep?" She asked slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
Michael opened the door with his key and gestured for her to enter. She raised an eyebrow and walked in slowly. She turned to glare at him and to be sure no trick was being played.
The room was large and bright. The walls were covered with tan paint and the furniature matched along with some green and red embroydered pillows on the couchs. The balcony was right in front of Diana as she entered the room and caught the smell of rain outside the window. She inhaled deeply and felt relaxed. Michael entered right behind her and shut the door. He headed straight for his room and shut the door. She continued to explore the hotel room.
Diana came from a broken home. Her mother had died when she was young, so her father washer soul provider. He saw potential in Diana and pressured her to succeed. He would tell her she's not worth anything and when she was old enough, she believed it. She grew up without the love and effection she needed so when she became an adult and went out on her own she never stayed anywhere for very long.
She unzipped her jacket and tossed it on the love seat with carelessness. The wind picked up and the balcony's flowing curtains called to her. They blew inside the room like ghosts as she drew them back and viewed the landscape. It was enough to take her breath away. The bright lights of New York stabbed into the night sky, creating a pink and purple haze among the tallest of the skyscrapers.
Stars hung lightly above the world and twinkled with the moon outshining them all. She smiled and exhaled a heavy breath. What she wouldn't give to have a moment like this every day. A moment of silence and peace to just think. But alas she was wanted by the New York mafia and moments like this would have to wait.
She leaned against the railing and looked down onto the streets. Cars swished past in the puddles left form the rain and caused new puddles on the sidewalks. She wanted a life like this. A life without fear and expectation. A life, like Michael's.

Michael quickly undressed out of his stage clothes and redressed into his pajamas. He slowly opened his door and peered out. Diana was not in the livingroom. He slipped out of his room and looked into the kitchen. She was not there either. He grunted in frustration.
Then he spotted her jacket on the love seat. He picked it up and instantly found the smell of her driven into his nostrils. He dropped the jacket and wiped his nose. He used to kill for that smell, now it was only a bad reminder of what used to be.
He heard the sound of a sigh out on the balcony and turned his attention to it. He lifted the curtains and relaxed his back when he saw Diana leaing and staring out onto the city.
He slowly came up next to her and bent himself in the same postition. She sighed and looked at him with a "Well what now?" look in her emerald glazed eyes.
The wind began to pick up again and she welcomed it. She stood straight and gripped the ledge with her hands as the breeze tasseled her hair around her.
Michael couldn't help but stare at her as she smiled softly. She looked radiant in that moment and for a second he saw the old Diana in her, but that quickly faded.
  "So what has life been like since I left?" She asked randomly. Michael stood and crossed his arms as he leaned against the ledge.
  "Oh like you don't know?" He said sarcastically. She shook her head.
  "I've heard what the media says, but I want to know how it's been from you." She muttered. He smiled and loosened his attempt to be menicing.
  "Well, I just finished up the first leg of my tour and it's gone good. not much has really happened since I can't really do much." He explained. She giggled.
  "No, I'm not laughing at you. Well sort of. You do realize who you are right? You're Michael Jackson. You can practically do anything, can't you?" She asked. A light shined in her eyes, and Michael believed it was pure joy.
  "It's not that easy. I'm like any other person. I have to follow the law like everybody else." He said. She nodded and looked back out over the city.
He leaned back next to her.
  "How has life been for you?" He asked. She turned her head and looked at him like a deer in headlights.
  "Uh, nothing that I havent been through before. Gotten called names, slept with a guy here and there, you know the usual stuff." Her face reddened and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear with coyness. Michael smiled and stood back up. Diana soon followed and wrapped her arms around her.
  "Are you cold?" He asked. She nodded and headed back inside the hotel room. Michael suddenly wished she had let him hold her. He shook the thought from his head.
"You can't think like that." He thought to himself as he entered the room and closed the doors behind him. Diana sat on the couch wrapped in her jacket.
  "Uh, if you want I can lend you some clothes to sleep in?" He offered. She nodded and followed him into his bedroom. He pulled out a shirt and pant with a draw string for her. She took them and headed into the bathroom locking the door behind her. He sat on his bed and combed his hair waiting for Diana.

She tore off her dress and replaced it with the clothes Michael had lended her. The shirt was a little large in the waist but she didn't mind. After slipping the bottoms on, she washed her face with warm water. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She hated herself. She hated the things she had done. Espcially for what she did to Michael. All those nights after leaving that she wept until she fell asleep, and every guy she'd slept with to get the money she needed to survive. What she wondered was, Was it worth it at all?
  "Diana?" Michael knocked on the door and she wiped her face with a towel. Opening the door, he stood right in front of her and quickly stepped aside so she could go to the livingroom. She sat on the couch and pulled the blacket Michael had left there for her up to her shoulders.
  "Well, uh I guess I'll let you get some sleep. Goodnight Diana." He excused himself. He laied down in bed and thought about her for a while until he fell asleep.
Diana lay awake for not even a minute when she fell asleep, but it was a fitful sleep. She dreamt of her father pressuring her and all the men she had slept with. Then came Michael. He had been kind enough to share everything he had with her and give her the love she had never had before. She was happy with him and him only. She was sitting next to Michael when suddenly a loud noise shot across her dreams and she was awakened. She shot up and was covered with cold sweat. Tiny bits of morning blazed through the curtains and she laid back down.
  "What is happening to me?" She whispered to herself.