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Streetwalker Part 7
Next Part! Enjoy! -- Ebony ***4 hours later*** After hours of me sleeping I suddenly open my eyes. I don't know where I am, but I can still remember what happened to me, well I must be at the Jacksons house because I think Jermaine got me. But still I'm so confused. Me: *pulling the covers off myself* ??: *grabs my arm to lay be back down* Me: *panicking* what the hell? *crying* ??: It's just Michael, Jolie calm down Me: *about to cry* Michael please go I want to be alone Michael: I don't want to go; you need to tell me what happened Me: *crying* No, I'm not telling you. Please just go, youâ??re too good to go as low as to talk to a stupid slut like me. Michael: *lip quivering* Don't you say that Jolie, youâ??re not what you think you are, please you need to tell somebody, it's not good to keep things bottled up inside. Me: *turning on my side so I canâ??t see him* No. Michael: *sigh* I'm telling the others youâ??re awake. Iâ??ll be back Michael, Katherine, Jermaine and Rebbie come walking fast back in the room, Rebbie checks my eyes and gets me a drink of water. Me: Thanks for helping me everyone, especially you Jermaine Jermaine: Jolie, I should be ashamed. Me: No, I should, don't worry Katherine: Jolie honey, do you think you need to go to the hospital? Me: No its ok I'm fine, I should really get home, my parents would be worried sick Michael: You canâ??t go, Me: Well I want to and I need to give my dad money for his bills *looking down* Michael: Well I'm not letting you go when youâ??re in this state. Katherine: Jolie dear, Rebbie, Jermaine and I will be downstairs, call out if you need anything Me: Ok thanks *Katherine, Jermaine and Rebbie walk out* Me: *pulling the blankets off me* Michael: *pulling them back down on me* Me: *pushing them off* Michael: Stop Me: You stop Michael: *sigh* Stacy called your parents already; they think youâ??re staying there for a couple of days, stay. Me: No Michael you don't understand! I need to take care of my little brother ok? Michael: He can come over here? Anyway you cant leave, it's early morning Me: No thanks I just want to go home ok!? Michael: You need to tell me what happened please *holding my hands* Me: You know what happened to me Michael. I'm a prostitute, was taken by 2 men and left bloody and half knocked out, you know what happened. Use your brain. 2 men don't take a hooker to have a chat with. Michael: *crying* So they raped you? Me: *quiet laughing but sad* Michael, how was I raped? I'm a prostitute and technically they threw money at me when they were finished with me, now how is that rape? Michael: It's still rape Jolie Me: *crying* Well I canâ??t complain, my job is to let men take advantage of me. Michael: But what happened tonight was different, that wasnâ??t your job. You obviously said no, they took you without your permission and they beat you up. That's different Me: *crying* I don't care, to me, I deserved it Michael: *crying, mad* You NEVER deserve being abused. I never want to hear that come out of your mouth. You didnâ??t deserve this. Me: ..... Michael: Do you want to tell the police about this? Me: No, are you out of your mind. The thing I'm doing is illegal! Ok, so now you know what happened to me, I'm going to go. Can I please have a shower or something, I must look a mess. Michael: *whispering* Please don't go Me: I want to go, I need to go, I'm going Michael: *sigh* Of course you can have a shower *going to the closet to get a towel* Here you go, it's through there. Me: *sliding out of bed* Thanks.. *trying to walk, but falling over* Michael: *holding me up* Jolie, you cant even walk Me: Yes I can... see *trying to walk but getting too light headed* Michael: *catching me* no you canâ??t, how are you meant to have a shower standing up? Me: Fine, I will have a bath. Michael: No, you might pass out in the bath, you would die Me: Michael, stop worrying, please can you carry me to the bathroom? *giggling* Michael: *sigh* yeah *carrying me to the bathroom, sits me on the side of the sink and turning the taps on for the bath* Me: Thanks *trying to get up* see Michael I can walk Michael: *giggling* You cant walk Jolie, you look like your walking on the moon. You must have knocked your head really bad when you fell Me: Gee thanks Michael. How did I get these clothes? Michael: Um.. they are Janetâ??s, Rebbie had to change you, I hope you don't mind Me: No I don't mind thanks Michael: You know what Jolie? Me: What? Michael: You look so much more beautiful wearing this than wearing that tiny black dress, you shouldnâ??t do that to yourself. Me: *about to cry* Thanks Michael. Nobody has ever called me beautiful before, it's always â??sexyâ? and please don't judge me, you don't know how it feels like to be in my position. Michael: Your beautiful, so beautiful Jolie. Me: *looking away from Michael* Michael thanks but I don't want you to look at me Michael: Why? Me: *about to cry* Because, you can do soo much better than me. Look at me, I'm a damn streetwalker, I have sex for money. You don't want a girl that has already given away their innocence to many men, I used to believe that only the man I love forever can touch me, but that's not what happens. I bet I disgust you Michael: *holding my face* Jolie, there is a difference between sex and making love, you don't disgust me ok, please don't think that. Youâ??re so special and strong. *kissing my lips soo softly and delicately* Sorry about any mistakes or anything!!!!! vote please!!!!
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