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A Cry For Help *Pt. 7*
Enjoy! Again, I made a huge mistake, since my computer accidently posted my unfinsished story. Sorry. Dedicated to MJ, who left the earth exactly two years ago. Rest in peace, Michael, and I miss you like hell! Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------- What in the bloody hell is his problem? He cannot judge or accuse me right off the bat. He doesn't even know me! I wanted to beat the hell out of him, but I didn't want to hurt Michael and his family, especially his mother; I just knew it would break her heart, so I tried to be the peacemaker in the situation and try to be respectful to him, even though he didn't deserve any of my respect; he really needed a good, ole' ass whoopin'. Me: Mr. Jackson...I would never do anything like that with your son. He is my teacher and the last thing he wants to do is to ever do that with a child. Joseph: To hell with all that bullshit you're tellin' me! You're nothin' but a whore, and you better stop having sex with my son, or else you're gonna pay! Then out of nowhere, I heard Michael yell, "JOSEPH!" It was obvious that the family heard it, because they were in a room near by. Michael: (walks to us) How dare you ever talk to Ava like that? The family followed him. Katie: Joseph Walter Jackson! Apologize to Ava, right now! Joseph: Katie, I'm not going to apologize to a manipulative whore who had sex with Michael. The Family, including Michael: (gasps) What? I looked over at Michael and I have never seen him with a face so mad and so furious. He was pissed off to the highest degree. His cheeks were literally red, his fists were balled up, and his teeth were clinched. Michael: (firm, deep) How in the hell could you ever say that? I would never have sex with a child! Joseph: Oh, don't play so innocent, Michael. You know you've been fucking this ghetto whore, and you know what? You better get tested, because you don't know how many guys this whore has been sleepin' with, since she's a dirty-ass hoodrat! All of us gasped to Joseph's nasty remark. I could not believe he said that about me. I didn't sleep with a lot of guys. I only had sex twice, once was my choice with some guy when I was fourteen, and another was against my will, with the pimp who hurt my new friend, Leila. I was very hurt, because all I tried to do was to be nice to him, but he's just an old bastard. I slowly felt a lump in my throat, the feeling that you get once you're about to cry. Tears fell out of the corners of my eyes. Me: (runs away, silently sobbing) I ran out of the house and shut the door. I wanted to get away from that evil, insensitive man. I couldn't believe that such a heartless, uncaring person could ever give birth to such an amazing, sweet man, like Michael. I sat on Michael's front porch, with my legs bent and my head in between, with it buried in my hands. I have never felt so hurt and heartbroken in my whole, entire life. I couldn't help but sob out loud and look into the sky, begging God to make this day be over. I felt footsteps come towards me and I felt someone sit beside me and put an arm around me. I looked over and it was Michael. He had a sympathetic face and his touch felt full of compassion and affection. He was very affectionate. Michael: I am very sorry, Ava. I didn't know he would go too far. Don't pay him any mind. Me: (sniffles) Why do you even stand being around him? Michael: (sighs) Well...he is my father and regardless of all of the things he has done over the years, I will always love him... I looked over at Michael and I saw a look on his face, full of pain, despair and agony. Michael: Ava, can I tell you something? Me: (softly) Michael...you can tell me anything.. Michael: Well, no one knows this except my family. I don't tell my friends, or anyone...When I was little...Joseph would...physically abuse me and my siblings. Me: (gasps) Michael...are you serious? Michael: (nodding head, about to cry) Yeah... It really shocked and upsetted me that he told me this. I didn't come across my mind that such a brilliant, loving man, like himself, went through so much abuse. Me: Why in the world would he do that? Michael: (tears falling out of my eyes) Well...back in Gary, Indiana...where I'm from...my brothers and I..we were in a group, and we would rehearse a lot, and anytime we would miss any step, or anything...he would--he would beat us with a belt. He would sit in the chair with a belt in his hand, and it terrified me and my brothers. (starts to cry) Me: (in shock and horror) Oh, Michael...I'm so sorry. (holds him) I continued to comfort and console him as his head was on my shoulder. I was kissing his forhead constantly. Me: Michael...I just can't believe that anyone would dare to put their hands on you. By this time, the family left, because of Joseph's crabby remark, and right now, Michael and I were on his couch, with us just cuddling together and watchiing television together. I looked over at him and his face just looked empty inside. I could tell he was still going back to those agonizing memories. I grabbed his hand and kissed it softly. I looked into his soul, and I had fallen in love a hundred times more than I was earlier that day. I was ready to tell him how I felt and I was ready to show him how much I wanted to be next to him. I never felt this way about any other man. I have never ever loved someone the way that I loved him. He made me feel like I was actually somebody, and that I was loved and cared about. He saved my life, he gave me love whenever I needed it, and now, I wanted to pay him in return. Me: Michael? Michael: Hmm? I looked into his eyes intensely and I just knew I didn't crave anyone else but him. Me: Come on...(takes his hand) Michael: Where are we going? Me: Just come on. We walked to his bedroom and once we got in there, I slammed the door shut and I looked into his eyes as he peered into mine. I was ready to do it with him, and I wanted to do it with him as soon as possible. Michael: (confused) Wha-What are you doing? Me: Shh...(puts finger on his mouth) Hush...(starts to sweetly kiss his neck) Michael: (trying to resist pleasure) Ava...Ava, stop. Me: Why? Michael: Because I told my father I would never have sex with a child. I would be a hypocrite if I did. Me: But, Michael...I'm not a child. Let's not tell anyone. Let's keep this a secret... Michael: Ava, I'm sorry, but I cannot do this. Me: (getting upset) Michael... Michael: I'm sorry, but this is against the law. Me: Pshhh! I don't give a fuck about them. They can kiss my ass, for all I care. Michael: Ava, if we have sex and if they would find out, they would put me in prison. Me: But they don't have to find out... Michael: I think it would be best if we don't do this right now, don't you agree? I just thought about the possibilities and the consequences if Michael and I in fact had sex: if people found out, he would get fired from his job and also go to jail. I didn't want to see Michael be thrown in jail, so I agreed. Me: (nods head) Yeah... Michael: Good...now, let's go get some ice cream and continue to be great friends. Me: (smiles) Okay. As we walked out of the room to go get some ice cream cones, I knew that we would continue a long road of great friendship, and that no matter if we ever have sex or not, he would always be a wonderful friend to me... TBC...
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