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Crazy Love...Part 3
*Hey guys, me again here is the next part to Crazy Love I hope you all like it :) I'm really happy you are all liking this story. Oh! Also, I little hint, we are going to see where Neveah's craziness came from. But you'll have to read to learn WAY more then what I just said ;) so, enough talking and here we go! And I'm sorry if this part is a bit terrible or a lot...depends on what you think. But here it is and I hope you like it ^-^ So again...here we go. ~Mary Cait:3* ((Part 3)) ================================================================ (Neveahâ??s Point of View) I was in my cell, like normal, in my normal sitting position thinking about how my life went from the greatest, straight to the hell I am in now. I wasnâ??t always a crazy killer, I was born Neveah Naomi Aaron Lawson. The daughter of Jeffrey and Brenda Lawson, sister to the most famous football player at our school, Ayden James Lawson. My life seemed normal, happy family everything like that, but that changed once daddy developed a drinking problem. He would come home late at nights and everything like that, and when he didâ?¦he would start being mean to mama and start hitting her, calling her names like, â??Slutâ?, â??Whoreâ?, â??Bitchâ? and any other thing you could imagine what I went through at a young age in that house, I can remember my brother started acting like if was my fault daddy started coming home late and drinking and abusing mother. After that, the relation I had with my brother was never the same EVER again. That was the night, I shall never forget with him. ------- Daddy: YOU BITCH! YOUâ??VE BEEN SLEEPINâ?? ON ME!? Mama: JEFFREY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! Daddy: Iâ??VE HEARD WHAT EVERYONE IS SAYINâ??! Mama: NONE OF IT IS TRUE, BABY! I LOVE YOU, YOU KNOW I DO! Daddy: *Slaps her* YOU LYINâ??, UNGREATFUL PIECE OF SHIT! Me: *Leaning against my headboard of my bed with the covers over my face*â?¦ This was the fifth night in a row Iâ??ve heard them fight, it still scared me when I thought about my father and mother fighting. I miss how we once were a very friendly family; never fighting, loving one another. I put the blankets in front of my face more when I heard my door swing open, then it slam shut. I looked over my covers to see my brother standing there, looking pissed off like he normally does when it comes to me. He came over and yanked the covers off of me and pushed me back on the bed pinning me down. He held my arms over my head so I couldnâ??t go anywhere, you have a ten-year-old trying to loosen her grip out of a nineteen-year-old football player for high school. Me: *Practically crying* A-Aydenâ?¦p-pleaseâ?¦ Ayden: *Tightening his grip on my wrist* Shut up! Me: *Winces in pain* Ayden: Aw, what? Is the baby scared of her big brother? Good! Because of your ass, mom and dad are fighting. If you would try and be normal, and not be crazy, this wouldnâ??t have happened! Me: I-Iâ??m sorry! Ayden: Thatâ??s not good enough now anymore is it? Iâ??ve let you off easy, now Iâ??m going to take something from you, that I know will be the most payback for this you will ever get. Me: *Eyes widen* P-p-PLEASE! Ayden! Ayden: *Covers my mouth* Shut up! And so, he removed my clothes and his and he took what was suppose to hold me till I was married that very night. I know you hear about parents being the sexual abusersâ?¦but in my case, it was my brother that did it. Someone that was always my protectorâ?¦but nowâ?¦he is the one hurting me. A few weeks later after that, I started feeling sick to my stomachs in the morning and I had my period at that age as well, I started very early in my women cycleâ?¦mama thought it was just because I got it so early, it stopped like it did, but when we went to see why I was throwing up in the morning, they told my mom I just had a bad morning stomach and then asked her to leave. The doctor then told me the reason why I was doing this was because I was pregnant with Amy, I didnâ??t know what it meantâ?¦I just knew that I wanted to get Ayden away from meâ?¦Forever! Later that night when everyone was asleep, I went into Aydenâ??s room and grabbed one of his ball bats from when he use to play baseball and went to him. He slept with his back facing his window, so it would be an easy target to his head. I raised his bat up just when it was coming down, he turned around and saw me. The bat made contact with his head, and as his screams of pain filled the room, I continued to bristly hit him over and over again with the bat till you couldnâ??t even recognized him or hear his screams. My father and mother came into his room to see me in there; covered in his blood along with his bat, and my brother laying dead on his bed. My eyes were far into space, but they were a black color. Solid black, couldnâ??t even tell I had light colored eyes. When my mother and father found out about me being pregnant, they assumed it was with someone else beside Ayden that would have done it to me. I couldnâ??t believe even my own mother thought I was like that, I started feeling not love and hope that they would all stop being mean to each other, but I started to hate and feel rage building up inside me as the years went on. After I had my little girl, they took her away from me and sent me to rehab for a few years, it was months, but it felt like years. And while in there, they all thought I was getting better, but in reality, I was plotting to get rid of the people WHO were suppose to protect me. I learned from my mother that they named my little girl Amy Marie. But they wouldnâ??t tell me where she was, only that she went to a good home. That filled me with rage, I wanted to see my child grow up, even though I was too young to look after her, she was my responsibility. Everything was what was a little fine, but my parents were both abusive to each other, and they were abusive more to me. Taking their anger out on each other on me, and my father kept doing what my brother didâ?¦never telling mother. They would hurt me every chance they got. Till the time I was sixteen, I put up with it, filling my anger up all these years. Them not knowing what they were causing to happen. Till I finally set them on fire in that house I once loved, I could have gotten away with it also if one of those stupid cops from where I had murdered Ayden didnâ??t recognized meâ?¦I did not want to attack him, but the mere mention of my brotherâ??s name and I snap at the next person who says itâ?¦hint to why I snapped at Michael the way I did. Soâ?¦for three years, Iâ??ve been here and in those three years I havenâ??t seen the outside world, I havenâ??t had a single friend all but Madison, but she is normally not always around when I need her the mostâ?¦and alsoâ?¦in nine yearsâ?¦I havenâ??t seen my baby girlâ?¦tears filled my eyes at the thought of that, I was going to die in here before I could ever find my little girl or before I could ever be free of this black hole of a sail I am in. I fought them back quickly as I heard foot steps coming down, I jumped at the site when I saw Michael I ran to the bars and held tightly thinking he had my baby girl with himâ?¦but when it saw it was him, my sadness increased. He must have taken the look on my face. Michael: Neveahâ?¦whatâ??s wrong? Me: Where is she? Michael: Which one? Amy or Madison? Me: *Practicually in tears*AMY! Where is she, Michael!? You promised me youâ??ll get her for me! You lied! Michael: No, no, NO! Me:â?¦Noâ?¦ Michael: No. I didnâ??t lie to you, Neveah, we are tying our best to get you your little girl. Madison is on the phone right now trying to see who has any idea what happened to Amy. Me: *Sniffles* R-really? Michael: Really. Now, *Reaches for my face* Me: *Pulls back* Michael: No, noâ?¦donâ??t be afraidâ?¦*Wipes the tears off of my face* See? I was just doing that, Neveah. *Smiles* That was actually the first time ever anyone had done that for me. I felt myself smile big looking at Michael. Maybe he wouldnâ??t be so bad to get along with. In fact, he is actually pretty cute and handsomâ?¦wait?! What am I saying, he wouldnâ??t be interested in a killer like me, but when I dieâ?¦I would want him to be the one to care for Amy, not the person that my mother and father sent her too. I smiled at him. Me: That you Mr- Michael: Jackson- Me: Mr. Jackson- Michael: No, noâ?¦let me finish please? Me: *Nods* Michael: Jackson, Michael Jackson is my name, please do not call me â??misterâ??. Mr. Jackson is my father, Iâ??m just Michael. *Smiles, showing his white teeth* And you are welcome Ms- Me: Lawson, Neveah Naomi Aaron Lawson. But you can just call me Neveah. *Smiles* Michael: *Hold his hand out to me* Itâ??s nice to meet you. Me: *Hesitates at first, then places my hand in his**Shakes hands with him* You, too. For the first time ever, I could actually fill something building up inside me that wasnâ??t hate or rageâ?¦it was something I never experienced in my life time. It was, what Madison calls, love. (Madisonâ??s Point of View) God, Michael owes me so much for this. I donâ??t even know how many adoption center history records I had to go through to find Amy and her foster family. Canâ??t tell you! Maybe a thousand maybe. Sounds right to me. Anyways, I was walking into a ballet studio for little girls, they said that Amyâ??s foster mom in rolled her into the school and stays with her while the hour class goes on. I smiled some thinking Neveah would love hearing her daughter is actually doing something she loved to do. I entered the room to see them standing right there and to see Amy giggling and laughing with some of her friends. I walked over to a lady in her early 30s. She had dark brown hair put into a bun, she had tan skin, brown eyes and was dressed in a business suit. I walked over and sat next to her. Mrs. Kingsley: Oh, you must be a new mother watching her daughter am I correct? *Looking around to see if my â??daughterâ?? was anywhere* Which one is she? Or are you just enrolling her and sheâ??s getting fitted? Me: Actually Mrs. Kingsley Iâ??m here to speak with you. Iâ??m Madison Turner. The adoption center must have told you I was looking around for you? Mrs. Kingsley: Oh, yes. Iâ??m sorryâ?¦I should have recognized your voice, dear. What is that you want? Me: Wellâ?¦itâ??s about Amy. Mrs. Kingsley: What about Amy? Me: Weâ??re trying, my partner and I, are trying to get her and her mother back together. Mrs. Kingsley: Oh, yes. I forgot Amyâ??s mother was ill. Now, tell me, who is her mother and I can see what we can do? Me: Wellâ?¦*Looks down* Mrs. Kingsley: If you donâ??t tell me who the childâ??s mother is, how on earth can I help get them together? Me: *Sighs**Looks up at her* Wellâ?¦her mother is Neveah Lawsonâ?¦ Just as I mention Neveahâ??s name, her eyes grew wide. I knew this was going to be a bad ideaâ?¦maybe sheâ??ll be a little understandingâ?¦if I tell her Michaelâ??s story. Maybeâ?¦
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