Just A Kiss (Part 3) - By: Morgan:) (best thriller books to read .TXT) 📗

it where it looked so beautiful. She also did her make up. She had amazing red eye shadow on. Then she whitened her teeth.
“Ready?” She asked her. Michelle nodded. Karen showed her to the set. She walked on. There was actual sand on the ground. The background was green but they said they are going to changed it to a beach scene when they go back. They threw Michelle a beach ball. She awkwardly caught it.
“Listen honey, just relax.” The photographer said. Michelle closed her eyes. I watched at her lips moved. I could read lips very well. She mumbled, ‘loosen up.’ over and over. I smiled at her. She took off her robe, exposing her thin legs and flat stomach. She threw the rob at me and smiled. They started up the fan. Michelle started to smile and pose. When I looked at her not only did I think she was beautiful, but I could see she was having some actual fun. The photographer was snapping pictures like it was the seconds on a clock.
Karen stood next to me with a big smile on her face. She crossed her arms and leaned on one hip.
“She’s a natural.” She said.
“Yeah, she’s pretty awesome.” I smiled.

After about a half hour and 3000 pictures later, the photographer decided he got enough shots. Michelle walked off set and walked up to me.
“You looked beautiful.” I smiled. “What did you think?”
“I liked it.” She smiled.
“Good because I think you should do it.” I smiled.
“Really?!?” She asked. I nodded my head and she jumped into my arms and hugged me. “Thank you! Thank you!” She ran to Karen and they discussed pay and things like that. She seemed so excited. After ten minutes or so they both came back.
“So, what are those picture going for?” I asked curious.
“Its the new face of Seventeen Magazine.” She smiled. Michelle’s eyes lit up.
“Oh my Gosh! Are you serious?” She asked.
“Honey, I don’t joke!” Karen laughed.

We talked a little while longer but then we went home. The ride home was quiet but I could tell she was bursting inside with happiness. I didn’t know why she kept it in. When we got home she told James what happened. He was so happy for her.

Over the next couple of weeks Michelle was doing more and more jobs. I also noticed she was getting really thin. Her skin was pale and her eyes always puffy. I went through her medicine cabinet. Don’t judge me! I’m just worried about her! You’d do the same thing! Yes, you would! I know it! So, don’t sit there and judge me!
When I went through the cabinet I found pills. They were for weight loss. The prescription wasn’t even in her name. I had a feeling like I knew who gave these to her. Michelle didn’t look healthy. Her clothes didn’t even fit anymore. She was swimming in everything. Even her bra’s. That was it. I had to talk to her about it.
“Michelle?” I asked as she came through the door around three a.m. yet another night.
“Yeah.” She said. She tried to sneak up the stairs but she got busted.
“Come down here, we need to talk.” I told her. She signed as the stairs creaked as she came back down them. She sat across from me on the other couch. “I’m worried about you.”
“Why?” She asked.
“Why?” I asked her in disbelief that she didn’t know. “Because you’ve gone down three sizes! You don’t eat, sleep or hardly even spend time with me. I found these.” I told her and picked up the bottle of pills that I hid in my pocket. She stood up and tried to snatch them.
“Those are mine!” She shouted.
“What are you doing taking these?” I asked her.
“I’m fat.” She cried. I picked up a mirror.
“Look in it!” I demanded. She unwillingly did. “That’s sick, Michelle! You’re sick! You need help and I want to help give it to you.”
“No!” She said and grabbed the pills. She shook it to find it empty. “Where are they?” She demanded.
“Down the toilet.” I said calmly.
“Why would you do that?” She cried.
“Because don’t you see they are destroying you!” I shouted at her.
“No!” She cried and started hitting me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. After a while she stopped hitting and hugged me.
“Sh..” I said as she cried into my chest. “It will all be alright.”
I helped her to her bed and covered her up. I then crawled into bed with James.
“Where’d you go?” He asked half asleep.
“Waiting up for Michelle.” I said and then he wrapped his arms around me. We both fell asleep quite fast. When I woke up I assumed Michelle would be in her bed but she wasn’t. I checked down stairs but she wasn’t there either. James said he didn’t hear anything last night. Where the hell did that girl go?
I checked everywhere. Local bars, clubs, even my Mom’s house. I couldn’t find anyone who’s seen her. When I arrived home later that day I relaxed. I figured she’d come home sooner or later. Well, I was right. It was a little after five when she rolled through the door with a man. They were both head over heels drunk. The man was tall with a hippie beard and a beer belly. He was wearing a black shirt that had the arms ripped off and he was wearing a black bandanna. I looked at Michelle who was wearing an opened jacket with nothing underneath and a skirt that would show her hoo ha if she took too big of a step.
“Where have you been?” I asked furious.
“Woah! Take it easy Mom!” She laughed while tripping over her feet. “This is Butch. Butch, meet Mom.”
“Michelle!” I scolded her.
“Sh. Sh. Sh.” She slurred.
“Hey, Momma! Got any grub?” He asked and headed for the kitchen.
“I will give you till the count of three to get your ass out of my house!” I shouted. “One! Two!” I began. He got to the door and opened it.
“Okay, okay.” He said and then grabbed Michelle’s ass.
“Don’t forget to call me.” He said and then closed the door.
“Way not cool!” She slurred.
“Michelle, I’m your friend, not your mother.” I began. There was suppose to be more to that but she didn’t give me the chance to say it.
“You’re right! You’re not my mother so stop acting like her!” She shouted at me.
“Don’t you raise your voice to me!” I shouted back. Hearing myself talk really did make me sound like her Mother. I hated it. I promised myself I would never be like my Mother or anyone else's... but I wont get a chance to.
“I love Butch and you scared him off!” She shouted..
“Butch? That’s not even a real name! Tell me one more thing about him that you know besides his name.” I asked.
“He likes to drink.” She slurred.
“That’s it.” I said. I wasn’t going to stand here and argue with a drunk person. That will get me no where’s. I helped her up the stairs and I put her in her room and locked the door. James came out of my room. He hugged me and rubbed my arms.
“I just don’t know what to do anymore.” I sighed.
“How bout we go out? Just you and me.” He smiled.
“Where?” I asked curious.
“Well, you’ll just have to find out.” He smiled and ran into our room. I followed behind him. He went through my closet and got out a little red dress. He threw it to me.
“And leave your hair down. It looks so much more beautiful when you do.” He smiled.
“Where are we going?” I screamed as he left the room and closed the door. I haven’t worn this dress since high school. I’d be surprised if it still fits.
I slid it on and zipped up the side. It was a one strap dress that laid over one shoulder. It went down to in between my thigh. James also laid down a pair of heels. They matched the dress. I was really curious to know where we were going dressed like this.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair down. I also curled it and pinned my the sides up. I did my make up and then went down stairs. I don’t know how but James was already dressed. He was wearing a dress button up shirt and black jeans. His hair was spiked. I walked down the stairs and he whistled at me.
“Oh, Momma!” He screamed. I laughed at him. He kissed me.
“Are you sure we should leave Michelle like this?” I asked him.
“She will be fine.” He assured me.
“Okay.” I sighed. He grabbed his keys and my jacket and we were out the door. In the car ride there I couldn’t stand not knowing anymore. “Where are we going!” I demanded. He pulled into a parking lot that was beyond full. I read the big sign that was glowing. “Sasha’s Salsa Club.” I read aloud. I looked at him and he smiled. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He asked.
“I can’t dance.” I laughed.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He smiled. We got out of the car and I fixed my dress. We walked up to a line a mile long. James grabbed my hand and cut in front of everyone. They were all complaining. He walked up to a big body guard at the front entrance. They shook hands and then patted each others backs.
“My man!” The big guy said.
“Ey! Ey! Ey!” James shouted. “So, Brucie, how are ya?”
“Ah, okay I guess.” He answered. He looked at me. “Who is this fine thang?”
“Brucie, I’m finally introducing you to my beautiful wife, Miley.” James smiled. Finally? Why haven’t I heard of Brucie before?
I went to shake his hand but he pulled me in for a hug.
“You must be pretty damn special to get James.” He hugged me. I smiled.
“I don’t deserve him.” I said. James wrapped his arm around my waist.
“So, do you think we can get in today?” James asked him.
“Its a pretty full house tonight but I guess you can.” Brucie smiled.
“Thanks man! I owe you!” James shouted over the music as we entered the club. When we got in everyone was dancing and grinding. It was so much more intense than any other club I’ve been to. James lead me to the bar.
“A twisted Martini!” He shouted over the blaring salsa music. The bartender slid it across the counter and James handed it to me. I looked at it unsure if I should actually drink it or not. “Drink it.” I lifted it up and drank it. “Feel better?”
“Yeah!” I shouted over the music. To be honest it did make me feel a little more lose. James took my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I didn’t know what to do. James took my hands and then slid them down to my hips. He moved him hips until I got the hang of it. He told me steps to move my feet. When I was about five I took some dance lessons but they didn’t last to long. I remember enough about steps to know what he was talking about. After a while I got a hand of it. I’ve never seen this side of James before. I’ve never seen