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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 3
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- ***Recall: Seventeen year old prostitute, Misty Ravens, is drugged, raped, handcuffed, and gagged by one of her johns. She manages to escape and then is rescued by pop superstar, Michael Jackson, and he offers to take her into his home to help her quit the prostitution life and to turn her life around...*** **In Misty's Point of View** I was very grateful for Michael trying to help me end the life on the streets. Even though he said I didn't have to owe him anything, I still felt that I had to because he was going to change and even save my life. This man was an angel to me. "Well, let's drive home," Michael said, as he again started the engine. "You probably need something to cover you up also, since it is very cold and nasty out here tonight." He then removed his black jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. "There ya go," he said with a smile. "Thanks." From there, Michael and I rode to his residence. Besides myself, every prostitute has a story. And it is indeed true. I was born Misty Lynnette Ravens in Detroit, Michigan as the fifth of seven children. While growing up, life was already as hard as possible. Throughout my life, I've experienced death, drugs, prostitution, rape, sexual abuse, etc. I was the only girl in my family out of six boys. By the time I was fourteen, all six of my brothers died, either from being in gangs, or drug dealing, or a situation where they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was the only surviving Ravens child. At fourteen, my mother and I relocated to California, where our lives spiraled out of control more than they did already. She married a convicted sex offender, named Nicholas, whom we did not know about. They had done drugs together, Nicholas would abuse my mother, take advantage of her, and he was also being unfaithful to her because he claimed that she "didn't give him what he wanted in the bedroom." So, he often looked to teenagers...including me. One night he had sexually abused me, and I remember sitting on my bed with the dire need of committing suicide. For months the sexual abuse continued and the molestation escalated with rape, and that was when I couldn't take it anymore. My mind was too done with that hellhole I was supposed to call "home." So, that triggered my running away....I hadn't seen Momma and Nicholas ever since. As Michael and I rode to his home, I kept looking out of the window, thinking about my previous life in Detroit and all of my brothers who lost their lives. The painful memories brought a tear to my cheek and eventually several tears. My attention on the window quickly subsided when many flamboyant lights suddenly blinded me. Where the hell are we? I thought. "Michael, w-what the hell is this?" I asked, not understanding where we were. "What the hell is up with these lights?" "We're at my home," Michael said with pride. I squinted my eyes and hid them with my hand. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "Um, nope, I am not kidding," he said smiling. "So...you live in a carnival?" I asked with a serious face. Michael laughed, "No, silly! This is not just a carnival. It's a carnival, a zoo, and a playground all bound into one." "Are you serious right now?" I asked, still in a serious mode. "Yes. This is Neverland!" he exclaimed with a childish tone. "'Neverland?'" "Yes, Neverland!" he said with a cute giggle as we crossed the gate hoarded with the blinding lights. "So, you're Peter Pan?" I joked, praying that he wasn't serious. "Well, I see myself as Peter Pan." "Michael, are you serious?" "Yes. I am Peter Pan," he said, trying to be serious but a smirk emerged on his face. I stared at him. "So what am I? Tinkerbell?" "Well, I mean...you could be," he joked as we pulled up in his driveway. We got out of the truck and I looked around in amazement, yet disbelief, as I saw a colorful wonderland. It reminded me of Disneyland a bit. It was fascinating, yet I sure wasn't used to this. But I had a feeling that I would. His mansion looked normal, to my suprise. "Wow, the rain cleared up. That's nice," Michael said as he took off his black fedora. "Now, we have to be quiet whenever we enter, ok?" "How come?" "Well, I don't want to disturb Lisa as she sleeps. She gets really angry when it happens." "But this is your house, right?" "Yes, it sure is." "And you paid for this ranch and this house, right?" "Um..yes." "Then who is she to dictate what goes on in the house?" "But Misty, she's my wife." Michael and I entered by the front door. Once we entered, I immediately felt like I was in another world. The house was so big and gorgeous. There were crystal chandeliers dangling all around, there was a beautiful statue with a fountain at the kitchen, beautiful statues and portraits were placed all around the house, and although I was afar, I could already see the view of the backyard garden and a carousel. It was magical paradise. Every person's dream house. "Welcome to my home, Misty," Michael greeted me as he sighed with refreshness. "This house is....amazing," I said, almost speechless. "I am very glad you like how it looks. Let us go upstairs and I will get you settled in." "Ok." Michael and I had walked up the double helix staircase and into the second level of the house. We walked down the end of the hall and then made our way through the other double helix staircase, into the third level of the house, where my room was located. "Here is your room." I instantly gasped upon the unbelievable view. The room was fully decorated with Mickey Mouse, my favorite Disney character. "Mickey Mouse is my favorite," I said slowly turning to Michael. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Misty. Hey, look out of the balcony if you want." "There's a balcony?" I asked even more suprised and amazed. "Mhm." On the balcony, there was a panoramic view of all of Neverland and the whole county of Santa Barbara. I could not believe that I was from the dangerous streets of Southern LA to the magical Neverland, in Santa Barbara, which was hours from Southern LA. "Well, Misty, this will be your room for quite a while. I have a robe, some lotion, a towel, and also some shampoo for you, and I also have bubbles, just in case you want to take a bubble bath. Just so you know, the bathroom is the last room down the hall. I also have Mickey Mouse pajamas. I hope you can fit them." "Ahh, thank you so much," I thanked, smiling as wide as I could. "No problem. Let me know if you need anything, ok?" "I sure will." Michael smiled at me as he closed the door. All of these wonderful things suddenly happening was what I never expected. Michael was a savior for helping and saving me and for also showing me paradise. From there, I had entered the bathroom, ran the warm bath water, ran the bubbles into the water, went back into the room, undressed, put on my robe, entered the bathroom again, and ente- red the bath. I sighed with relief as my body soaked in the sweet bubbles. I had spent thirty minutes enjoying the comfort of the soothing atmosphere that was caused by the bubbles and the steam. Once I exited the shower and lotioned and put on the robe Michael gave me, the door suddenly opened, to my horror..but it wasn't Michael. "Excuse me, who the hell are you?" I flinched and quickly turned around, with a horrified face, obviously startled. "U-Uh...um..." I couldn't answer. This person was very intimidating to me. "Did you hear what I said? Tell me who you are." Even though I did not know who this person was, after a while it became clear. This person was his wife.... To Be Continued... ***What Will Lisa Marie Think About Misty Living In Her Home? Will She Later Suspect Something Fishy Is Going On Between This Teenage Prostitute And Her Husband? Find Out On Chapter Four!
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