It was getting dark outside and I went to bed, wrapping the fluffy covers around me. It was just wonderful to be here. I didn't close the curtains so I could look outside and see the lake that was glittering in the dark, illuminated by sporadically placed, old street lamps. It looked like a fairyland.

Suddenly a phone rang, right beside my bed. I didn't even know there was a phone here. Who would call a guesthouse, at Michael Jacksons ranch, late in the evening? I didn't understand at all, but I didn't want to let the noise wake up my brother and mom that were sleeping in their rooms so I picked it up.

"Uh, yes? Here's Susan" I said and listened closely. The person on the other end was whispering, but as soon as I heard their voice, I knew who it was.

"Susan...you have to do something, I'm sorry, but please get me out of here."

"Michael?" I whispered and my heartbeat increased. He sounded so worried!

"Yes, uhm, I'm in my room and Lisa...she went to get something, I don't know what she's planned but I'm scared. I'm so sorry uh....wait she's coming back" His voice went silent, but he didn't hang up yet.

"Alright Michael, this is going to be so much fun, give me your hands" I heard a female voice say, it was Lisa. Then the sound was muffled, it sounded like Michael had pushed the receiver under the blankets.

"I got here.....no more moving.....no...oh come on!" I could only make out a couple of words from their conversation, but I could tell that it was not going well for Michael. When I heard him whimper "no please!" I knew I had to do something, that's after all why he had called me.

My heart was beating so fast, I quickly put on jeans and a jacket, slipped into my sneakers and ran to the main house. I didn't waste any time contemplating wether or not I should go inside, I just ran along the hallway that led to his room.

But the door was closed. Locked.

I could hear Michael's gentle voice coming from inside and although I couldn't make out what they were talking about, it was obvious that Lisa wanted something (and I knew exactly what) from Michael that he didn't want.

"Lisa, please let me go!" I heard him insist, this time louder. Also Lisa's tone got stronger and I could tell she was getting angry. "I really don't want to do this right now"

"No, Michael, you get used to this now. I'm just going to stroke along here a little" They both went silent. I waited, a couple of seconds went by until I heard a thump.

"Lisa..." Michael groaned.

"Gosh you look amazing like that" She said. " But stop trying to get your hands out of that scarf, you know you like what I'm doing"

"But...I really would rather - "

"oh shush, there's many thing's I'd rather do to you now. Look at your gorgeous body"

"No, Lisa stop that!" Michael yelled now and again the muffled noise, as if someone was hitting against a wall. I couldn't stand there any longer, I had to save him NOW.

I ran back along the hallway and nearly collided with Wayne.

"Hi, uh I'm sorry" I said and wanted to keep running, I didn't know what I had planned but I needed to find another way, maybe a window, to get into Michael's room.

"Hello Susan, why so frantic?" He quickly grabbed my arm. Of course, he was a security guard.

"Uh...I really, really have to go right now, please. It's for Michael." I answered and tried to pull my arm out of his tight grip – which of course didn't work.

"Tell me what's going on, maybe I can help you." He said calmly, giving me a little time to catch my breath. That's it, I thought. Wayne really could help me.

"Michael...needs help. He's in his room, it's locked. I swear to god, please just open the door. But...don't look, I promise this is true!" I stuttered, trying to make sure I didn't give him a hint of what was going on.

"You know what, you seem very upset. I'll check it out." We walked back down the hallway to Michaels room, and the sounds from inside were louder now.

"Get down from me" Michael whimpered. Wayne looked at me, his eyes were big.

"Are you sure we should interrupt his?" He whispered and raised his eyebrows. I bit my lip, trying to stay calm. Of course we had to!

I nodded my head and looked at him, begging with my eyes. "He called me" I whispered.

"On the phone?" Wayne asked.

"Yes he said he needed help, I promise" I said and nervously stepped from one foot on the other. "Wayne please" I started whimpering.

"Alright, but I'll just wait here, I don't think Mr. Jackson would want me to, you know, see this. But if he called you... here's the key."

I grabbed it with shaking hands and slowly opened the door. It made a creaking noise and as I had opened it, both Michael and Lisa looked at me.

My jaw dropped as I saw what was going on. Lisa was sitting on top of Michael, his arms were tied with a scarf and secured to the headboard. He wasn't wearing a shirt, all I could see was his naked upper body and Lisa sitting on his legs that were covered by the blanket.

"oh my god" I stuttered, but I didn't move.

"I'm sorry?!" Lisa grew furious the second she saw me. "Who let this chick in here?! Get the hell out of our bedroom!" She pointed to the door. "NOW!"

"I..." I stuttered and took a step back, intimidated by her demeanor.

"No, don't" Michael said, his voice shaking. Lisa's head spun around.

"Michael... shhh" She stroked his cheek, suddenly acting all lovely-dovey. He turned his head away from her.

"ARGH MICHAEL!" Lisa yelled and looked at me furiously. "OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!"

My heart was beating so fast now, but I couldn't leave. "I won't. Let Michael go now, he doesn't want this."

"Oh right" She laughed. "You have no idea little fan girl. He LOVES this" She stroked along Michael's chest. "All attention is on him, he's being spoiled. You wouldn't know"

"Get off of me please!" Michael begged. I didn't know what else to do, so I turned to Wayne who was hiding behind the door. "Help" I mouthed.

Wayne quickly took action and stepped in the room. Lisa's eyes widened.

"Lisa Marie. I want you out of here NOW. " He said with a strong voice and pointed towards the door.

"but... he's my husband"

"RIGHT NOW!" Wayne yelled and Lisa jumped off the bed, banging the door behind her as she left the room.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Jackson" Wayne said and also left the room, slowly closing the door. Right then Michael let out a deep sigh, leaning his head against the headboard behind him.

"Do you want me to unfasten this?" I asked and pointed to the scarf that was tied around his wrists.

"Yeah" He just sighted and let me do. When I was done I wrapped my arms around his body, I didn't care that he was shirtless, but I just wanted to comfort him.

"I'm so sorry Michael" I whispered. He was even shaking a little. "You can let it out Michael" I said and stroked his back.

"I just can't understand why she needs to do this" He said, his voice was hoarse. "I told her she should just wait a little...I..."

"I know, Michael, she's in the wrong. " I picked up his shirt from the floor and gave it to him, so he wasn't cold.

"Thanks." He said and put it on. "I don't understand her. Some days she's so sweet and...just a great wife, you know. And then she gets so...possessive and wants to do all kinds of things to me. And I don't want that, I'm not like that I"

"Shh...it's ok, I understand." I said and took his big hand in mine. "You know what, you should tell her that. She should understand, and if not...you need to ask yourself if this is worth it. I'm sorry, I can't tell you how to handle your relationship" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"No, no that's great actually. You're right. Thank you Susan" He hugged me, I could feel his heart racing against my chest. " I'm sorry for dragging you into this" He whispered and stroked my back.

"It's ok, I'm here for you" I smiled. I only hoped this nightmare could end soon for him. Such a gentle, kindhearted man shouldn't be treated like this. I closed my eyes and remembered how we had spent the afternoon, laying on the grass and looking at the clouds. He seemed so happy then.