"Illuminati" I thought with a shocked look on my face, completely fading everything else into background noise as I wondered what the world was coming to. Hopefully it not resulting in my own death.
Michael had a confused look on his face for a moment and suddenly said with another look of realization on his face "Wait dose that mean your apart of the Illuminati cry…"
"Ok michael I think it's time for you to leave, I wasn't prepared for visitors today, I'll see you at the super bowl." I said with a kind smile on my face that was extremely fake if you asked me personally.
Suddenly michael's face turned serious and he got up from the sofa while saying "I don't care if you don't want to answer me but I must warn you that you shouldn't get involved with them crystal, these are bad people who are involved in various inhumane shit, if you get involved with them I'll have to get involved and pull you back out of it, I'm trying to keep you alive since I consider you one of my very true friends, not one just industry profit based.
I had a genuine surprised wide eyed look on my face, rare in my world view and said with a sudden smile kind smile as I stood up from the sofa "Thank you but I'll be fine, also I heard you were in debt so I want to write you a check to help you."
"O…ok…th…thank you, I really appreciate it." Said michael stutteringly with a caught off guard, flabbergasted look on his face.
I made my way past michael while saying as I headed down the hallway towards my bedroom "Stay here, I'll be right back."
"Ok." Said michael with a sigh as he sat back down on the sofa, likely regretting what he said to me earlier.
I entered my bedroom and went to my dresser and opened it and rummaged around inside it and pulled out a checkbook and pen and wrote a 500 million dollar check on it and ripped it off the checkbook while thinking "I hope I don't regret this later, hopefully he can learn how to manage his money better while he's to busy worrying about my safety"
I sighed while going over to my closet door and opening and walked all the way to the end of it that was full of clothes, jewelry and shoes and opened the double doors at the end of it and entered another closet full of lined up clothes and jewelry, purses and shoe collections and went over to a black duffle brand bag and opened it while sticking my hand inside of it, making the bag swell inside from 500 million dollars appearing from my storage.
I zipped the bag back up and grabbed it and started making my way out of the closet and room, though I didn't forget to shut the double doors and the overall closet door.
I arrived back in the living room and sat the bag on the floor and said calmly as I handed michael the check "The money is in the bag and the check is only for if the asks you questions."
Michael stared at the check for a moment and said with surprise "Where did you even get all this mon…"
"Don't start asking questions, I haven't made the announcement that I'm a billionaire yet." I said with a sigh while waving my hand for him to get going.
Michael stood up from the couch, seeing the mentally drained look on my face and nodded with understanding look on his face and said with a genuine smile "I always knew you were talented, though I want to thank you for this, I'll try to manage my money better and cut back on the overly luxury way I live."
"Yes you need to and stop walking around with that on, you just smell of money and can get robbed and murderd by someone close to you like your doctor." I said with a sigh while pointing at his outfit, mentioning his doctor on purpose since he died like that in my past life, although I personally think his murder was staged.
Michael looked down at his glittery, army like outfit and said confusedly and rebuttedly "I don't see a problem with it, I like my clothes."
"Whatever, get the hell out you foil, I'll see you at the super bowl, get to stepping smart ass." I said with a snort while waving my hand for him to start leaving.
Michael chuckled and grabbed the bag from the floor and made his way over to the door, only to glance at box full of candy on the counter and say while looking back at me "Don't forg…"
"Get the fuck out already dude, I know about the candy, even if I forget, it's not like it'll grow legs and wander off into the world." I said while grabbing a water bottle from the living room table and throwing it at michael who did the moon walk out the door and the you can't see me john cena hand motion.
*DAK*
I rolled my eyes and went to the door and picked up the water bottle while thinking "What is becoming of this world, it's like I'm the only sane person here."
What a fucking liar I am, don't bealive that paragraph kiddos, it's not good for your mental health, I guarantee it, anyway on with the story.
I looked at brad who was snoring on the sofa with his mouth wide open and went over to him and smack the shit out of him while saying "Get the fuck up shit face."
*PAH*
"AGH…WHAT THE HELL, WHO….of come to momma." Said brad with drool coming out of the side of his mouth.
"Do you wanna get punched in your shit wigga, come to your senses already, and why the hell we're you pole dancing at a Illuminati party in Indonesia, are you selling your booty hole for money or something." I said with a cold look in my eyes that spoke more than my sheer words ever could.
Brad had a confused look on his face and asked "What the hell is a wigga."
"It's the white term of nigga in my dictionary, stop changing the subject and answer the question before I throw your ass off the this top floor, mind you we're at the highest floor of my company building, you wouldn't want that now do you." I said with a genuinely kind smile on my face, which was frightening as hell but I would throw his ass out the window if it came down to it.
Brad's neck shrinked back and said stutteringly "I…I needed the money ok, I didn't sell my booty hole, I just pole danced nakedly for these old rich billionaire men, I had to get the money, I needed to."
"For…." I asked calmly, my eyes intensely boring into his own.
"F…for the drugs, it's a drug named fentanyl, I had to get some more of it, I needed to, haha, you have to help me crystal, I need more of that shit, hahaha." I said brad stutteringly with a desperate smile on his face as he scratched his skin hardly to the point that it started bleeding.
I stared at him for a moment and asked "Did you use all your money to buy drugs, do you even still have your mansions."
"N…no." Said brad stutteringly with his head bowed, tears dripping down his face from his eyes.
"Did you try to get in contact mariah to help you." I asked with a sigh while sitting down next to him, handing him the water bottle I threw at michael.
Brad grabbed the water bottle while sniffling and said stutteringly with a choked voice "I…I don't want her to see me like this and be worried about me, she already has to juggle her career and family, I also lost contact with her a month ago."
"Oh…well you can stay here for awhile, I'll get you a doctor to clean out your system and we'll get you back up on your feet. I'm going to get you a psychologist to help with your mental health and addiction." I said calmly while staring at him intently for a moment, awaiting his answer.
"Th…thank you…thank you so much." Said brad with a lot of tears streaming down his face, his hand balling into fist and he got off the pick and kneeled on the floor at my feet.
I had a flabbergasted look on my face and shiverd in disgust from the snot getting on my 20 million dollar carpet but adjusted my throat since this is a emotial moment and said with a sigh "Get up, I can already feel the sincerity."
"Th…thank you, I don't know how to repay your kindness." Said brad stutteringly while getting up from the floor with a face full of tears and snot.
"Um..ok yeah, uh…you can go use the hall way bathroom and get yourself cleaned up, when you get out make sure you grab the disinfectant spray and the bleach and scrub my carpet." I said while getting up from the sofa.
"Yeah, sure I'll do anything to repay your kindness." Said brad while leaving for the hallway bathroom, sounds of sniffing and crying coming from him as he left.
I looked at the reader's with a glare and said "No one messes with one off best friends and think they can just breathe and enjoy life, we'll see who will be addicted to what then."
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THE END…