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A Cry For Help *Pt. 11*
Enjoy! The last part sucked to me, so I will try to make this part better. This is the last part. ---------------------------------------------------------------- -May 20, 1994- -In Ava's Point of View- More than a full year had passed since the horrifying experience of my miscarriage. Ever since, things have gone totally downhill. Michael and I started to have arguments...severe arguments, sometimes violent. I mean, he never hits me, but I sure do hit him. I remember one time where we had a huge fight about me suspecting him of sleeping with this suspicious woman, Clara, who would come to the house a lot, who was Shakira's piano instructor. I hit him so hard, I actually gave him a large bruise on his face. Afterwards, I felt terrible about it. This is not a way that an engagement should be like. I felt so guilty and I didn't know why Michael didn't already call off this engagement. You see, the cause of my behavior is that after the miscarriage, I was depressed for months, until I found comfort in the arms...of alcohol. Alcohol was my new friend and my "relaxation pill". Unfortunately, my alcoholism affected Michael and Shakira. On mornings, I didn't wake up Shakira from school and I didn't care to help her with homework or anything. All the responsibility was left to Michael; he was now her "mother". I was too intoxicated to do anything. And my extreme intoxication had also caused me to be violent. I didn't hit Shakira, but I hit Michael more times than you can think of. I gave him bruised lips, black eyes, scratches, scars, bruises and everything. I have cursed him out, called him names, and one day, I chased him around the house with a hammer, threatening to beat him in the head with it. This is all when I'm drunk, and this is ALL the time. The night of May 20, 1994, we had the biggest argument, because of my alcoholism. Michael: AVA, I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU DRINKING! YOU NEED HELP! Me: DON'T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK I CAN DO! I DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT, YOU BITCH! SO SHUT UP AND LET ME LIVE MY GODDAMN LIFE! I grabbed my half empty 40 ounce bottle, and desperately gulped it up, like it was water when I'm deserted in a desert. Michael walked up to me and snatched the bottle away from my mouth and aggressively threw it on the floor. There was liquor and glass everywhere! This is when my rage spilled out of control. Immediately, I slapped him hard on the face, causing him to fall on the floor. Defending himself, Michael got up and held my arms and locked them together, as I attempted to punch him in the face. Michael: AVA, STOP! YOU NEED TO LAY DOWN! YOU'RE DRUNK AS A SKUNK RIGHT NOW. I grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him down the floor the hardest I could. He was to weak to get up. I got on top of him and beat him repeatedly, until he was left bleeding from everywhere. After the brutal beating, I walked off, grabbed my keys and stormed out of the house. As I was about to leave the house, the last thing I heard Michael say was: Michael: AVA, NO!! YOU CAN'T DRIVE! YOU'RE DRUNK! NOOOO!!! Then I heard him sobbing and the sobbing filled up my ears, but I was so buzzed, I didn't even pay attention. I walked out of the house, not aware of my surroundings... -In Michael's Point of View- I watched in horror as I saw Ava walked away. With tears and blood spurring my eyes, I fearlessly got up and ran after her, before she got in the car. I couldn't let Ava drive drunk. I couldn't let her die. I loved her so much and I wanted to work this relationship out, before it was too late. In the pouring rain, I ran after her as she got in the car and started the engine. Me: AVA, NOOOO!!! STOP IT, PLEASE!! STOPPPP!! I screamed as the car pulled out of the drive way and swerved down the road. I ran as fast I could to try to save her, but....it was too late. As she zoomed and swerved down the road, she crashed into another car, and landed in a tree. Me: AVA!!! (sobs) I have never cried so much in my life. That night was the worst of my life. I just knew that I wasn't ever going to see Ava ever again. -May 26, 1994- I walked and walked and walked, in my black suit, with tears pouring down my eyes. Down the aisle, I held onto Shakira deeply as she drowned her tears on my shirt. As we approached Ava's casket, the tears became unbearable. I saw her, lying motionless, and she looked as if she was sleeping. She looked amazingly beautiful. Ava was dressed in a gorgeous blue velvet dress, her hair was in long, precious curls, and she was in lip gloss, perfect for her skin tone. She looked so pretty in death as much as she looked pretty in life. I teared up intensely and touched her gently. My lips caressed hers and I softly kissed her forhead with all of my affection. I looked over at all of the people. My family was there, including Joseph, Lexi and Kay were there, her other classmates were there, my co-workers were there also, and even her mother and step-father was present. As the memorial service began, everyone had tears in there eyes, and no dry eye was present. I was suprised that Joseph was even shedding a few tears. It was obvious that he was sorry for humiliating Ava. I got up and said a few words: Me: Um...Ava Anders was an amazing young lady with so many qualities. She was like a diamond, but yet a warrior. She shined, but she always remained strong. The first day I met her was on the first day of school, on September 8, 1991. (chuckles) I remember her in her Bel Biv Devoe (a group in the 90's) shirt, her baggy jeans, and also her spicy flair. She had attitude and even though we have had a rocky road during most of the school year, she was always someone that I looked forward into seeing. I remember when she first smiled. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. So shiny, so pearly. Ava will always be in my heart, even though we're far apart. I have never loved anyone the way that I loved her. It was unreal how much I loved her. She is my angel and may she rest in peace. Thank you so much. (claps) Following the speech I gave, the famous hymn, "Amazing Grace" was played on the organ, as everyone in Ava's life, united. While the music was going on, I saw everyone getting together. I saw Ava's stepfather and my father shaking hands, her mother and my mother, hugging each other and crying, my sisters, Janet, Rebbie and LaToya comforting Shakira as she cried in Janet's arms, Lexi and Kay, talking to my brothers, Marlon and Jermaine, and everything else. As the casket was still open, I slowly walked over there, and talked personally to Ava. Me: Ava...I know that I won't see you for a long time and you won't see me for a long time, but...I hope that you'll remember me.. Then all of a sudden, I heard her voice out of nowhere. It kinda startled me. Ava (as an angel): Michael, there's no way that I'll forget you and I love you... I looked up at the sky and I saw her beautiful face, looking down at me from the heavens. Me: (smiles) Well, Ava, I hope that you have lots of fun in Heaven and I'll see you again one day...(starts to cry) Ava...I really wanted to marry you. Ava: I know, me too, but I ruined it. I am very sorry, Michael. But I'll tell you what. When you see me again, when you get to heaven, let's ask God if we can get married up there. (smiles) Me: (smiles) Deal...Ava, before I leave, I just want to give you this... I leaned into her casket, grabbed her wrist, and put this diamond bracelet on her. Me: Ava, I love you... Ava: I love you too, Michael. (blows a kiss at me) Bye, sexy..(winks) She went away right after her wink. I looked up at the sky and giggled. Even though Ava was dead now, she still had her spicy flare. I loved her with all of my heart, and I couldn't wait to see her again... The End!! <3 <3
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