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A Cry For Help *Pt. 10*
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- (Recall) Lexi: Ava...do you think you're pregnant? OH CRAP! Me: (eyes widen) I-I don't know... Kay: But what if you are? Me: (tears fall out of my eyes) I wouldn't know what to do. (starts to sob) Both girls held me and comforted me as I sobbed on Lexi's arm. I needed some sisterly comfort at that moment. I was stupid enough and too caught up in the moment to remember using protection. And so was Michael. I should've asked him about condoms when we started kissing when we were at the piano, because I knew that we would eventually make love. Lexi: (whispering) Shh...Ava, don't cry. (wipes my tears away) It's okay. You made a mistake. Kay: Yeah, girl. We'll always be here for you.. Me: (can't control my crying) I know, b-but what if M-Michael g-gets in tr-trouble bec-because of it? He'll never forgive me... Lexi: Well, look at the bright side. You may not be pregnant. Me: I know, but what if I am? Kay: Then we'll help you out if Michael doesn't. I looked at those two and they had serious faces on them. They were not joking about them helping me out with a baby. Now, they were a definition of sisters, even though they were not blood. Me: Aww, I love you guys. (group hug) -February 24, 1993, 7:30 AM- My eyes risen from deep slumber, and I got up out of my bed, to wake Shakira up to get her ready for school. But soon as one foot of mine hit the floor, I felt intense queaziness crawl up my stomach and my throat felt as if it was going to peel open. I knew what this meant. I sprinted over to the hallway toilet and regurgitated immediately. I guess my loud coughing, gagging and purging woke Shakira up already. Shakira: Avie...are you okay? Me: Yeah...(coughs) I just don't feel too well today. Shakira: Are you gonna take me to school today? Me: Uh...I don't think so, Kira. (coughs, quickly vomits in the toilet) Let Michael take you. Imma stay home today. Now...go get ready for school. Shakira: (goes in her room) Right after Shakira went into her room, Michael ran to my side as I continued to regurgitate. He was in his Peter Pan pajamas and his fluffy Mickey Mouse slippers, with his curls sticking out in every direction. It was funny, but I was too sick to laugh. Michael: Ava, are you alright? (holds my hair back) Me: (gags) Yeah...(gets away from the toilet) Michael: (wipes the vomit off of my mouth) Is it something you ate? I knew what it was. I tried not to cry, but it was so hard. Me: (shakes head, starting to cry) Michael: (concerned) Ava, what's wrong? Me: (shakes my head) Nothing... Michael: Ava, you can tell me anything... Me: Well...I'm afraid you'll get upset or in trouble. Michael: Ava...(kisses my forehead) Tell me, no matter how shocking it is. Me: Well, I need to tell you in private. We went into his bedroom, and there I told him the devastating news. Michael: (eyes widens) WHAT? Me: (sniffles) I'm sorry, Michael...I really wanted to tell you when I found out, I really did. (puts head down) Michael: Pregnant? Oh, how could this be? (walks in circles) Me: Well, Michael, it's obvious. We didn't use a condom, and I skipped my birth control for weeks. Michael: (whispering) Oh, God...What are we gonna do? Me: Well...I was thinking...that I could get an abortion. Michael: (looks dead at me, angry) Ava, are you crazy?! No, you are not getting an abortion! What the hell are you thinking?! Me: (points finger at him) Look, you don't yell at me, okay?! I'm about to get my fucking life ruined because of the damn baby and I don't wanna hear your shit right now, okay? I'm frustrated right now! Michael: Oh, and you think I'm not? Me: Well, I have to walk around, carrying a child, growing inside me for nine months of hell, and I also have to go through the hell of being called a whore! Do you know how humiliating that is? (starting to cry) My life is ruined! (sobs) I felt Michael trying to hold me, but I turned away from him, because he didn't know what it was like for a pregnant teenager to go through. Michael: Ava, please speak to me...(trying to hold me) I'm sorry. Me: Michael...stop, please. I just need to be alone, okay? Michael: Alright...(walks away) I laid on Michael's bed and just sobbed out all of my pain, distress, and my agony of how my life is going to turn out now. I should've been more responsible about my decisions, because if you're not, this is what's going to happen. Remember, it only takes one time to change your whole life...forever. -May 15, 1993- -In Michael's Point of View- Things have seriously gone rocky between Ava and I and just my whole life has shaken up. Ava is now four months pregnant and I can see that things are really hard for her now. She hardly goes to school, because people are constantly teasing her for getting pregnant. No one knows that I fathered her baby, because if they knew, I would be in major trouble with the law. So, I am cautious every day with what I say and with what I do, because anything could put my life in jeopardy. Ava decided to quit school, my #1 worst nightmare for her, and she has decided to be a stay at home, expectant mother, with no education or anything, while I go and work. Her sister, Shakira, doesn't even know that Ava and I are fathering a child, even though she is curious about who fathered her future niece or nephew. On May 15, 1993, the worst thing possible in our lives happened.. At 4:26 AM, on May 15, 1993, I jerked up from my sleep by Ava's bloody screams. Shakira and I ran into her room, only to find her, laying on her bed, with nothing but blood surrounding her. We gasped in horror as we rushed her to the hospital. They gave Ava some pain control medicine, but the doctors kept telling us that the baby wasn't doing so well. Just then, at 6:12 AM, doctors walked upon the waiting room with devastated looks on their faces. Doctor Marks: (walks to us, with his head down) Me: How are they, Doctor? Doctor Marks: (sighs) I have bad news...Ava had a miscarriage.. Just when he said the word, "miscarriage," my world crashed and my life turned upside down. My first child...dead, before being born. It ripped me inside and out. Shakira immediately ran away, sobbing. I followed her. Me: Shakira...(comes to her) Shakira: (sobbing) I always wanted to have a niece or a nephew... Me: Oh, honey. (holds her) I held her tightly as she cried helplessly into my arms. On May 17, 1993, we planned a small burial for the baby that we tragically lost. Come to find out, the baby was actually a girl. I always wanted to have a girl. She would've been born on November 22, 1993, if she hadn't died. Her name would've been Katherine Venus Jackson. She would've been named after my mother and Ava's favorite planet. We buried her in a small, shiny, red oak casket, with beautiful, natural flowers from the Peruvian jungle, and we buried her next to my grandmother, who died in 1990. Her stone said: "We Love You, Even Though We Never Got To See Your Precios Eyes, You Alluring Smile, or Your Beautiful Face. You Are God's Angel, But You Are Also Our Angel. Rest In Peace, Baby Girl. <3 <3 May 15, 1993 When We Lost You, Sweet Darling Rest In Heavenly Peace We Will Never Forget You" TBC... TBC...
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