*Michael's Point Of View*

This morning, The sun rises differently. It seems mother nature has decided to procreate the mood for the day ahead. I couldn't agree more with the dark sky as I glance at the window across the bedroom. I awoke earlier than usual. The cause; my partial insomnia is returning. Another factor, is the trial results. It has been head of gossip magazines, blogs, and our local newspaper:

Jackson verses Taylor, verses Jackson, Guilty or Innocent?

I don't understand stand the tabloids. Instead of frying a friend of mine about my personal life, why not interview that man who saved the little girl from a house fire? No, they want ugly, nasty, and in some case's gruesome. I honestly think the world is sick, today proves that With the dark, grey cloud's cascading across California.

My attention soon turns on my beautiful light in this darkness. Though last night wasn't the best one; For me, she still found a way to make me smile off The situation. This doesn't mean That I still don't want to punch Andrew's teeth in for gazing at Marilyn the way he did last night; that's unacceptable.

I brush my index finger over her exposed shoulder, her skin feels so smooth against my finger tips, even silk-like beneath my fingernails. I exhale slowly, literally becoming breath taken by her natural beauty. Her chocolate skin still shines luminously, in the mist of the dark casting shadows from our bedroom window.

Word's can't capture nor depict how this woman makes me feel. Intimately, I feel on fire, like a totally different man. Emotionally, I feel we are one; there is no separating us. While still deep in thought, my hand's continue running over her shoulder's and to the straps of her pearly pink silky nightgown. They wish to play across her body and enjoy the sounds of her moans.

My breathing becomes slightly heavier as the single thought of her body clinging to mine, crosses my mind. I know it's not the right time nor day, but I wouldn't mind a little loving before the conclusion of this exhausting trial. Fighting my desire, I continue silently watching her sleep. The fact that She is laid on top of my chest, is not helping my urge.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

I'm squirming like a child anticipating a trip to the candy store. She's still very much lost in slumber, and my urge has surged to another part of my body; I can't take it. Slipping my hand's into the top of her gown, I travel down to her breast and gentle play with her nipples, in hopes that she will wake up in moans.

For two minutes, I receive no reaction whatsoever. Frustrated, I put a little more pressure on her nipples, twisting them like a monkey wrench on a bolt. Within seconds, the music softly rings in my ear.

"Mmm... ", She moans, biting down on her bottom lip. "Wake up Mama.", I whisper, increasing her pleasure with a hungry kiss on the outlines of her jaw. "God... Michael, Papa it's morning. The kid's.", She moans, now fully alert. Her eyes instantly meet mine, desire bounces between our pupils. "They're sleep. I need you bad Mama.", I whisper, lifting her carefully on top of me.

She stares at me quietly for a minute. "It's five in the morning and you're craving me?", She purrs, walking her finger's along my chest. I nod, running my fingers up her small arms. "I need you bad, woman. Bad.", I groan, rolling my groin into hers. I know she can feel my anticipation. Her smirk becomes I wide grin as she leans down towards my ear.

"Take it Papa. It's yours.", She purrs, licking my earlobe slowly. I shiver for a second before taking head to her instruction. Slipping off her night gown slowly, I ready myself to dive into her sea of passion and pleasure.

Her body on mine, that's how I like it. Her hungry lips taking mine prisoner. My hand's claiming her body like a damsel, feeding in to her every desire and need. We silently prey on each other all the while whispering promises of love and sensuality. Lust is far from this moment, only love can survive.

And when the birds chirp again, our moans die down and so does our bodies as we entangle ourselves, for another hour or two of rest. I swear, there's nothing like love making on a gloomy day.

*Marilyn's Point Of View*

Waking up the second time this morning, I quickly slip out of his arm's and tip toe into the bathroom. I don't want to wake Michael, I know he is having trouble sleeping again. After our montage a few hours ago, I'm sure he'll be out for awhile.

Meanwhile, I will prepare for today and prepare the kid's as well. Entering the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Michael's love bites are still very visible on my neck and shoulder's. I giggle to myself remembering how each bite was imprinted. My leg's and other places, are still feeling the aftermath of Michael's morning flight for ecstasy.

Tearing away from my reflection, I continue my morning routine which includes a nice steamy shower. One thing I can say about showers, is it for some reason's makes you think of everything there is to think about. This time, my thoughts find themselves contemplating on the views of the public.

I have rendered myself from watching or reading the news. It's possibly, because I'm afraid of letting those views and comments take control of my confidence, and hold on our current situation. I know what the public is capable of, I've witnessed it first hand with Michael and his prescription drug encounter.

Watching him go through that, because of those people outside of our gates that hide behind microphones and camera's, has made me a bit paranoid. Maybe I'm over thinking this?

I have to keep positive, because if I freak out, Michael will freak out. If Michael freaks out, then so will the everyone else; especially Jasmine. With this newly found creed of positivity, I hop out of the shower and inhale a new look on the day ahead.

Later into the morning...

"Dad... I really don't want to go to this stupid courtroom! Those people are stupid!", Dylan exclaims, throwing his hoodie over his head. Michael continues fussing with Jordyn's shoe laces as I fix her frizzy curls. "Dylan son, you have to stop complaining right now. We have bigger thing's to deal with champ.", Bill exasperates, patting his shoulder.

"But I don't want to go! I'm tired of you guys ignoring me! It's all about the girl's and Brandon!", He screeches, snatching off his hoodie and throwing it to the floor angrily. Michael shoots him a quick glare. "Dylan, pick up the hoodie and go out to the car.", He commands in a stern tone. Bill shakes his head and scoops up Jordyn.

"Let's get out of here Miss lady.", He glances at all of us then quietly walks outside. Dylan is glaring at Michael and Michael is returning the glare. "I don't want to wear the stupid hoodie and don't want to go to the stupid courtroom!",-"Dylan, just please put on the hoodie and let's go.", I softly ask, feeling Michael's frustration.

Dylan kicks at the hoodie, it swiftly slides over Michael's midnight loafers. Michael glances at the hoodie. "Dylan Marlon Jackson, pick up the damn hoodie and Let's. Go. Now.", Michael commands again, this time through clenched teeth. Terrified of his father's word usage, Dylan quickly grabs the grey hoodie, and trudges out of the door.

Michael sighs heavily and runs his hands through his loose curls. I exhale heavily as well and steal Michael's hand to comfort him. "I feel bad, I didn't mean to swear. Geez, he probably hates me right now.", Michael stresses as we walk out of the door. "Don't. You're just frustrated. Just apologize and focus on positivity.", I soothe, pecking his cheek. He inhales an dad exhales slowly.

"Thank-you Mama. For this morning and for calming me. I love you Marilyn Jackson.", I giggle. "My pleasure Papa. I give what I can and as much as I can. I love you too Michael Jackson." He blushes, stopping in the middle of our gravel.

"I love it when you call my name. God I love the way it sounds coming from your mouth. Even better when you mo-",-"Uhh can you two hurry up! I need to get y'all out of here before they found out y'all are on the move!", Bill stresses, waiting beside the tinted, midnight SUV. Michael bites down on his bottom lip, his sensuality taking over his doey eyes.

"Woman, you keep me on edge. Look what you're doing to me.", He groans in my ear, pulling me into his chest. I giggle at his state, erected and frustrated. "I wish I could solve that problem Mister Jackson, but sadly we have to go.", I smile in his ear. I can feel him shiver. "You're right. Let's go.", He sighs, reluctantly detaching himself from me.

He tugs at the collar his red flannel, clearing his throat. Finally he takes my hand's and we precede towards the SUV. "About damn time.", Bill grumbles helping me inside. Michael quickly climbs in behind me, but not before Bill stop him. "Oh, and You need to do something about partner there. Damn rabbits.", He chuckles, walking away.

Michael's face turns a deep shade of rosy, red. "Are you sure it's too late to fire his behind? ", He grumbles, climbing in beside me. Dylan Who is directly behind us along with Jasmine and Jordyn, laughs aloud at Bill as he charades a rabbit in the rearview mirror.

Michael gives him a straight face while flicking his middle finger up at him. I shake my head at the two childish men as drive through the gates of our Hayvenhurst home. Time to face the music, Hopefully for the last time.

*Jasmine's Point Of View*

Sweaty palms and forehead. That's my only case I veil to the court as the second and minutes morph into hours while we wait for a decision. My mind is everywhere.

What will happen to the Jackson family? One on the outside would ask. He's innocent!...No! He's guilty! Other's would screech. I want to block them out, but I only find myself reliving that night. The scene replays in my head.

"Relax girl, I won't hurt you.", He lulls, watching my dress fall to my ankles. "You're so beautiful...", He analyses, his eyes darkening with lust. Finally, we fall to the bed and he begins taking away my pride and honour.

My eyes shoot open, tears dangerously falling down my cheeks as I hyperventilate. "Jasmine! Something's wrong with Jasmine!", A voice screeches from behind me. My breath is rare as I try to communicate a false promise of being 'just fine'.

"Jasmine, princess. Listen to me. We're leaving Okay?", A familiar voice comforts me. I turn to him and in the blur of my tears, my father's face emerges. His pained expression hides the anger he's holding inside, as he tries to explain to someone that we need to leave. "Fuck that! She's having an anxiety attack! Dammit, I swear I hate this court system", He fusses, turning to me.

Mom soon after emerges right behind him, whispering for him to calm down. "Jasmine, love. We're leaving. Come on.", She extends her hand out for me. Still heaving, I blindly grab her hand and follow her out of the courtroom. I feel the on lookers eyes on me, but I make no effort to entertain their questioning stares. "Mister and Misses Jackson, we can't just leave. They can dismiss the trial.", Mister Stiles calls behind us.

"Look, I don't give a damn about this trial anymore. They know as well as we do that, that son of a bitch is guilty. And if they want to dismiss the trial, to hell with them.", Dad barks, gently pushing me ahead.

"Mister Jackson, I know you're pissed. I know Jasmine isn't in the best strength, but leaving now will not make thing's better. I want that bastard to rot in jail too. I know we will won't this, don't leave now.", Mister Stiles reason's. By now, my nerves are calm and my breath is slowly restoring. Finding my voice again, I make the biggest proposition.

*Brandon's Point Of View*

Life has fault's. Fault's that can change something for the better or for the worse. Life also gives us a chance to decide. I think in those times you have to find God in order to differentiate the results. Sadly, I don't think God will even allow me that chance. I turned against my family. Lied willingly to myself and the world. I want to believe my love for him will allow my lies to become truth's.

Yet, I knew it wasn't going to happen that way. Love tore everything apart. My family and my marriage. I thought if I stood beside him, he'd love me more. He didn't. He grew angrier each day. He grew angry at the being word's thrown around that revolved around his name. He refused to let me know anything. He wouldn't tell me what really happened that night.

It killed me everyday laying beside him with a feeling in my pit that he's lying to me. Heart broken, I took it out on my family. Ignoring their calls and text. Ignoring my little sister's cries for understanding. Love did this to me, I did this to me. Now I have to pay.

"Why did you do it?", He asks from the other side of the glass. I glance at his uniform of an all orange jumpsuit. His almond eyes have a residue of tears stuck on the corner of his tear ducts. As much as it's wrong for me to be here, I can't stay away. "Because I love you. ", I croak, wanting to pull him into a warm hug and take away his pain. He sighs into the phone.

"You're not supposed to love me. You can't love me.", He painfully stresses. "But I do dammit!", I face palm myself. "I do...", I whimper this time. "Brandon, baby I'm sorry. I am a monster. I raped her. I lied to you. I lied to the world. You can't love me after that! You just can't!", He screeches, flexing his hand in frustration. Tears claim my eyes and cheeks.

I hate that I love him, I hate it so much. He is my poison. Every time I try walking away, he kisses me, and thing's fall back in to orbit. He touches me, and the stars fall in line. He loves me, and the world is mine to conquer. No matter what anyone says, I love this man. "I love you Brandon. I do. But you can't wait for me forever. Promise me you won't. ", He gently commands.

I wipe my eyes with my free hand. "I-I can't.",-"You have to. Promise me you'll leave here and continue your life. Go back to your family and continue on to college and become that pharmacist. I will always love you. And because I love you, I'm letting you go. Apologize to your family for me. And please, don't let Jasmine walk alone. She needs you.", He concludes, slowly hanging up the phone.

I watch him reluctantly pull himself from his chair, turning to leave. Watching him walk away is tearing me up inside. Now I understand how dad felt when the love of his life walked away. It hurts to know this is it for us, but something feels right about it. Something I can't explain makes this departure Okay....

To Be Continued...

WOOW. Powerful chapter huh? So many twists and turns! What did you think? What are your assumptions for the next chapter? Let me know!!! Anyways, we made it to chapter 50! Yay!! That's beautiful. It's all thanks to YOU. I love you more than you know. It's just the best feeling in the world! To my silent readers, my just vote reader's, and my combination reader's, Thank-you. Your support means the world! I love you! See you in chapter 51!

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