Nothing To Give But Love (A Michael Jackson Story)

Chapter 1- Rainy Day

Nothing To Give But Love- An MJ FanFic

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Cold. Rain. Alone.

Yet another day in my box.

Imagine not having eaten for days, your parents dead, your education gone, homeless.

Well, except for my box.

I managed to snag a clean pair of jeans from the store down the street. I lay in them, crossing my legs in the most comfortable way possible.

I miss how it feels to have an actual home.

My head pokes out of my box and rain thumps against my face.

Drip, drip, drip.

I sigh and shield myself again, pulling an old blanket over myself.

Eventually, my head nods into a deep sleep.

My flashbacks are getting more vivid. This time, it was my fourth birthday party. My parents crowd around the cake and cheer as I blow out my candles.

My mom's sweet voice, my Daddy's kind eyes.

Gone forever.

All because of a drunk driver.

I walk up diligently and tears spill from my eyes.

Pull it together Alondra. It is what it is.

I try to reconcile myself and peek out from the box again.

The rain has slowed to a drizzle. I crawl out to the open and stretch my body in any way possible. I'm nineteen and crouching in the box is giving me serious body pain.

I direct my gaze to the KFC across the street.

I look down at my stomach and hear loud grumbles. If I could just have one piece of chicken..

I turn out my pockets. Not two dimes to rub together.

I decide to wait for my rummage through the garbage cans, there's a lot of people milling around at this time of day.

I sigh as the sky grows darker and darker, my fear rises. I've almost been raped twice, and it happened when no one was around. I just wish I had someone's protective arms to hide me from the dangers of the world.

I hear the patter of light rain on my box. Its been raining all day and I had no chance to look through the garbage cans; the police would've ran me away.

I guess I'm going on an empty stomach for day six.

I shift my body in an upward sitting position, and then roll my head to the side in sadness.

I should just end it..

Tears welling up. Shivering. Probably sick.

The same routine, nothing to look forward to.

I slide down and turn to the left, closing my eyes tightly. Sleep would be pretty good right now..

I feel a light tap on my shoulder.

My first thought: Danger, rape. Not again.

I scream as loud as I can and flick the hand from me.

"Get the fuck away from me!" I yell, thrashing and kicking.

"I'm not here to hurt you." A soft but stern voice says. Its too dark to see their face, but I know it's a man.

I've heared it all before, I just want to help, don't be afraid!

No. I will be fucking afraid.

"No!"

I bet I've shaken the whole neighborhood with my screaming, but nobody will come to my rescue. I just know.

"Stop struggling!"

He takes a hold of my arms, pinning them to me and climbs on top of me.

"No, please!" I yell.

"That's not what I want! I want to help," his voice has a soothing nature to it, which makes me slow down my thrashing until it comes to a stop.

When I stop, he quickly gets off of me.

"Dang girl, you really put up a fight."

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Just a resident in the area. I thought you might be hungry so.."

He pulls out a box of fried chicken.

Yes, heaven.

I grab it from him and devour it quickly, leaving nothing in the bucket. Yes, I ate the bones.

"Thank you.." I say, waiting for him to say his name.

"Michael. And you are..?"

"Why do you care? I'm homeless." I blurt.

He crouches down beside me and I can finally take in his features. Set jawline, chocolate skin, gorgeous eyes, sexy hair..

He's beautiful.

"You're human, are you not?" He asks.

I nod, still amazed by his beauty.

"Well, every human deserves care. I'm glad I helped." He says.

"Yes, thank you again."

Take me with you? But I know that's too much to ask.

"I'll check on you again tomorrow." He says.

With that, he turns around and strides back down the corner.

He's coming back.

xx

Joy