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A Cry For Help *Pt. 4*
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- -In Mr. J's (Michael) Point of View- Oh my God! What happened to Ava? Through the drive home, at every red light, I stopped to look at her unconscious, with nothing on but a white bedsheet. I just wanted to cry seeing her in this state. What happened to the beautiful girl I see everyday in my classroom? I know she is very rebellious and defiant, but she is such a beauty. This beautiful young lady looked like she was suffering at the moment, and it broke my heart. I haven't seen her in a week, and this is how she turns out. She must have it so hard at home. Poor thing. Now I know why she's the way she is. As we drove home, (In this story, he didn't have Neverland, because he's not famous in this story. He's a non-famous person with a normal house), I just thought about how much pain she must've been enduring all this time. I got out of the car, into the backseat and carried her into my house, and she wasn't holding onto my arms this time because she was fully unconsious. Her head went back along with her back and her arms were fully loose. -Thirty Minutes Later- She was rested on my couch in her white bedsheets as I was in the kitchen, getting a snack for myself, in my Peter Pan pajamas. I was in the refrigerator, when I heard a weakly voice whisper, "Where am I?" It was Ava and she was fully conscious. Me: Ava? Ava: M-Mr. J? I walked over to the couch and bent down by her. Me: Yes... She tried to mouth something to me, but it was hard for her at first, but I finally understood what she said. Ava: (weakly) Th-Thank y-you for saving my life. (gives a smile) At the sight of her smile, tears started to form out of my eyes. I never saw Ava smile. Just making her smile just told me that I changed her life and I helped her change her ways. I just made a difference that night. That told me a lot, not just about Ava...but about me. Me: (sniffles) You're welcome, Ava...(smiles) Ava: Why are you crying, Mr. J? Me: (softly) I'm just happy that you're alright. Ava held out her arms and gave me a big, bear hug. I held onto her as she did the same to me. I had my hand on her cheek and kissed her other cheek. Just the feel of Ava, I knew she forgot all about that incident that happened in the classroom. That made me cry even more and made me hold her even tighter. After our hug, I looked down at her and saw her wrapped around that bedsheet and saw the blood running down her legs. I also saw the bruises on her. It tore my heart into pieces that such a gorgeous girl got hurt so much and she doesn't deserve all of the pain she bravely endured. All of this done to her and she still stands tall. She's a hero and a warrior to have survive all of this distress without burning out. I'm so proud of her and she is a strong, independent, beautiful girl. Ava: Mr. J? Me: Yes? Ava: I'm hurting... Me: What do you mean? Ava: I'm sore...Can you...give me a bath, since I can't do it on my own right now? Me: Sure... You think that I should've thought about that twice, but I don't think that way. Whenever I think of people sharing a bed, or someone giving someone else a bath, I don't think of anything sexual. I think of it as someone spreading love. And again, I don't think of Ava sexually. Ava is just a teenage girl and my student that I want to help, nothing else. I'm not sexually attracted to her at all, because to me, she is just a child who needs love and I'm here to give it to her. I carried her into the bathroom and I started to run the warm bathwater and even put bubbles in there for her enjoyment. As I turned around, she looked at me differently... Me: Okay. Here's your bath! (smiles) Ava: (smirks) I love how you put bubbles in there for me. You must be a real man...(looks at me up and down, biting her lip) Me: (giggles) If you say so...Now, get in the tub.. I turned my head away to avoid seeing her get naked. I respected females, especially my students, so I didn't even try to peek at her, but to my suprise, she didn't mind. Ava: (giggles) You know, I don't mind if you want to look at me naked... Me: No, I'm your teacher. That would be wrong if I did... Ava: Well, we don't have to tell anybody, now do we? (smirks at me) Me: Uh...I guess not... I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help but look. I saw her strip away her bedsheet, exposing her fully naked body. I swallowed hard, trying not to get aroused, but I think she knew that I was trying very hard. Ava: (giggles) You know, Mr. J, it's not a crime to be turned on. Me: I know, but it's wrong to see you like this...You're my student.. Ava: Well, haven't you seen a naked woman before? Me: And why would I tell you that? Ava: 'Cuz I'm curious...(rubs on my chest) Am I the first one, Mr...(whispering in my ear)...sexy Jackson? Me: (smiling) Excuse me, Miss Ava? Ava: (sultrily) I said...(again whispering in my ear) Am I your first naked lady, Mr. sexy Jackson? Me: (giggles) That's confidential... Ava: (in my ear) It's not confidential if you get turned on by the question, Mr. Big Shot...(giggles) Am I turning you on? Me: No...(trying not to get aroused) To prove that she was right, she softly blew on my ear while she was rubbing my chest as she started to unbutton my shirt. I breathed heavily, full of pleasure while saying, "This isn't right.." and she just said in response, " I know you like it, baby. You can't resist it." I was strong enough to stop her and help her get into the tub. -In Ava's Point Of View- Haha! That was so fun turning Mr. J on. Like I said, he is sexy, I have to admit. He has long, black, wavy hair, vanilla-colored skin, a sexy dimple on his chin, sexy brown doe eyes that just made me wet, a great, bright smile and he always wears red shirts, black slacks, black dress shoes, and white socks. Every day that I'm in his class and he's on the board writing, I always stare at his butt, instead of copying. Everytime he turns around, I look down at his penis and it looks so huge, I literally start to get my panties wet from just looking at it. Dayum, he was hot! I always wanted to pounce on top of him and have him inside me. I have always thought he was sexy ever since the first day of school, but I didn't want him. I was just messin' around with him and flirting with him just to see if he would get aroused, like every other man. That was so much fun to do! Anyway, he helped me get in the tub and I loved the warm soothing water all around my body and the fluffy bubble puff up against my body. It felt soooo good. -Mr. J's Point Of View- I was watching Ava's body being soaked up in the water, and she looked very pleased with herself. I smiled as she sighed with deep relief and pleasure, with the water all over her brown skin and her long, straight black hair. I couldn't help but look at her naked body. She had enormous, amazing, beautiful, chocolate breasts, nice long, chocolate legs and wide, lovely hips. She had a breathtaking figure and any man would be lucky to make love to her. I kept staring at her gorgeous, valuable body. Ava: I'm so happy that you're here for me. Me: (holds my hand) Aww, Ava. (smiles) I will always be here for you whenever you need me. Just call my name, and I'll be there...(smiles) Ava: Thanks, Mr. J. (smiles) Me: No problem, sweetheart...and uh...outside of school...you don't have to call me Mr. J. Please call me Michael... Ava: (smiles deeply) That's your first name? Me: Yes...why? Ava: (giggles) My father's name was Michael. (giggles) His middle name was Jackson also.. Me: (smiles) Wow! That is a coincidence. Ava: (laughs) Yeah...His name was Michael Jackson Anders...His middle name came from his father, named Jackson. (laughs) I remember all the times me and my father had. He would take me out to the park, we would get ice cream together..he would always get chocolate fudge cookie dough every time. He would put me on the swing and he would love pushing me on it..Other times we would go to the beach...He would always love to collect seashells and stones and rocks, all that good stuff...but...one night..when I was six, (voice cracking) h-he was on the interstate 95 and a drunk driver crashed into him, and h-he...(starts to cry) he died as soon as the driver crashed into him...(sobs) I just saw the pain and the hurt deep into her. Her deep, brown eyes were full of agony and misery for her father dying. Me: (sad) Ava...I am very sorry about that. Ava: (burys head into hands) I know, me too... I put my hand on her shoulder and rubbed her shoulder up and down tenderly as she continued sobbing. I eventually washed her body, got her out of the tub, lotioned her down, helped her put on some underwear and I dressed her in one of my long, red shirts. Ever since she told me about her father being killed in a car crash, she didn't really say anything; she just kept silent. Since my guestroom wasn't in its best condition, I let her sleep in my bedroom. She was concerned that she would have nightmares about what happened to her earlier that night before I helped her, so I agreed to go to sleep with her in the same bed. -Two Hours Later, 5:12 AM- "AHH!!" Immediately, I jerked up in my sleep, to find Ava, curled up in a fetal position, with endless beads of sweat coming down her forehead and tears swimming down her cheeks as she sobbed ever so loudly. She was shivering with pure fear. I could tell the difference of shivering because of being cold and shivering of fear, and she was not cold. She was burning up in my long-sleeved shirt. Ava: Hold me, please... Please hold me...(shivering and crying) Me: (whispering) Aww, honey..(holds her and brings her close to me) It's gonna be okay, sweetie. It's gonna be alright. I'm here with you. Aren't you hot in that long-sleeved shirt? Ava: (nods head) I unbuttoned the shirt and took it off, showing her breasts, but I didn't really look. I went to get her another shirt, but she wanted to sleep with nothing covering her bare chest, so I let her. I didn't mind at all. All through the night, I held her by her waist as she sobbed on my bare chest (btw, my shirt was off too). I shushed her softly and kissed her forehead as she kept sobbing. As I started to stroke her hair back and sing her a little song, she fell soundly asleep, and before you know it, I fell asleep myself. I'm happy that I got to comfort her through hard times, and I'm glad that she now feels that she can depend on me. TBC...
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