I can't believe I allowed myself to be mean to, Bianca. Growing up, my father and brothers always bullied me because of the way I looked. They still do til this day. I guess just coming from that type of background.. it's just a natural thing to hurt someone just as much as I hurt. I wanted someone to feel the same exact pain as I feel, and I found the weakest person, or at least thought I did.

Switching from school to school can be hard. I just wanted to fit in. I seen a few people picking on this girl, and I thought it'd be cool to do it as well. I knew I took it too far today. The look of fear and damage in her eyes told me something. It told me, that she was in the same predicament I am in. She had no one to love and care for her. People like me were setting her up for failure. She just wanted someone to want and care for her.

Hurting others is what made me happy. Even though everything I said wasn't true to her, it still made me feel wrongfully good. But I knew right then and there, when I chased her, that I was done. Hearing her cry, broke my heart. And when she walked away from me, I knew she had me.

I had to follow her. I needed her to listen to me. Let her know that she isn't alone in this. That I'm her friend. I'll always be there for her. No matter what it may be.

I quickly left the school. I didn't get to my car fast enough to follow her to her house, so I had to basically stalk her on the internet in order to get her address. Once, I got it I locked it in my GPS and headed to her house as soon as I possibly could without getting a ticket.

When I got to her house, I didn't have to second guess it. I quickly got out knocking on the front door, but she didn't answer. I walked around the back door to see if it's unlocked and luckily it was. No one was answering the front door so I just welcomed myself in through the back.

I walked through the house, not really caring if I run into someone or not, I'm on a mission. I looked in every room until I got to one last one, I didn't even knock. I opened the door to see no one was in there but I heard crying, coming from maybe the bathroom? I walked inside of her room and opened the door to what I was guessing the bathroom, which I was right, just to see Bianca in the bathtub with a razor blade to her wrist.

The look of loneliness was written all over her face. Tears, stained her cheeks. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm giving you all what you have prayed and wished for. You have been right all along, Michael. You and your friends. No one wants me. My own mother wishes I would have died instead of my father in that car wreck. I have no friends or family. No one would care or notice that I'm gone. Are you ready to get what you wished for?" She was getting ready to push the blade into her skin when I stopped her. I took the blades away from her and flushed them down the toilet. "What are you doing, Michael!? Huh!? Isn't this what you and your friends wanted? Isn't this what the hell you wanted!? You wanted to push me until I killed my self, huh!?" She started crying and I just really wanted to hold her.

"No, B I don't want you to kill your self. That's the last thing that I want you to do. You are so much stronger than this, B. Don't lower yourself to what people put you out to be."

"What Michael Jackson puts me out to be! I don't even talk to you or try to be anywhere near you! As soon as you heard that fake ass rumor, that was your time to shine and embarrass the living fuck out of me. I don't even know why the fuck you are here! This should be your dream come true." I don't even remember taking my shoes off but I got into the bathtub with her and set at the other end of it.

"Well it's not my dream come true. I don't want anything bad happening to you, B. I will admit, I'm the biggest fuck up, and I had no right to treat you the way that I did to look cool. I shouldn't have treated such a beautiful girl horribly wrong. All of that stuff I said to you, wasn't true, Bianca. I don't think you are ugly. You are the exact opposite. I know an apology isn't enough for what I caused, but I do hope that soon enough you'll forgive me. I know it's not my job to protect you, but I'm making it my job to do so. I'm not going to allow anyone else to hurt you." I tell her truthfully. While, just now realizing that I was wiping each tear that ran down her cheeks.

God, she is so beautiful. Why haven't I noticed it before? Was it because I was too busy making jokes and laughing? It has to be.

"Michael, I know the only reason why you're here, it's not because you care, or even want to protect me, but it's so you can be the hero that saved a lifeless person. Isn't that what you want?" She moved both of my hands away from her face. "Well I don't want your bull shit of apology or your acting skills. They both mean nothing to me, just like you." She got out of the bathtub, walking back into her room. But before she completely left, she said. "I want you to leave. You have no reason to be here."

I quickly followed right behind her, I wasn't going to give up on her. I understand and I'm all too familiar with what she's feeling. It's not a good feeling at all.

"That's where you are wrong, Bianca. I'm not doing this just because it'll make me, 'look good' I'm doing it because I care about you, girl. I genuinely care for you. Turn around here and look at me. Look at me, B." She turned around reluctantly looking down at the floor though. I placed a finger under her chin raising it up so we could be eye to eye. "You are so fucking beautiful, Bianca. So beautiful." A tear fell down her cheek.

"I'm beautiful?! Are we on fucking television or something? Because the last time I fucking remembered, you called me a ugly, fat ass, whore! Yeah, who told everyone my worse fucking nightmare! You told something that wasn't even true! I was RAPED MICHAEL! I didn't want him, in that way, because it's all about money, nowadays! So are you happy!? HUH!? Are you happy to hear that my fat, whorish ass got raped by your best friend!? I'm sure you are thrilled!"

I didn't know she got raped. He told me, that she wanted him, so it was an easy advantage to get to her. I've heard a lot of stories of him raping people, but girls will be girls and make shit up, just because they got used for sex. That really fired me up!

"No, Bianca, that's not what I want to hear, it doesn't make me happy, now knowing that he forcefully took something away from you, for money. On top of that, I am not happy that you are hurting." I sighed deeply taking her into my arms, pulling her flesh to my body. What is this girl doing to me? "Listen, to me. You have every reason in this fucking world to hate me. I don't blame you, B, not one bit. I know not enough apologies in this world can make up for how much I've hurt and broke you. But I can promise you, not one more motherfucker is going to say, one more damn thing about you. I am here for you, B, I'm here for you." Now here comes the words that I never thought I'd say. "Bianca, you are so fucking attractive, girl, I don't want to keep my hands off of you. I am so glad that I followed you home because if I would've wasted another second, I wouldn't have been able to do what I've always wanted to do." I gently grabbed her beautiful face and kissed her.

She was unsure of what to do because she didn't kiss me back. Instead she pulled away from me giving me an angry look.

"You can't just fucking kiss me! Who the hell do you think you are!?" She literally tried shoving me away but I just held on to her.

"I am the person, who is trying to love the shit out of you, woman. Now, come here." I pulled her back into me and that's when she fought back, but eventually, she caved in and kissed me.

"N-no, this is wrong. I hate you, I hate how you make me feel about my self. You've brought me so much distraught. Now you claim you want to love me!? Why? So it can be another clown show? So you can tell them that you charmed your way to get me to open my legs!? Is that what the fuck this is?! You are just feeding stuff into my head, Michael I can't take this shit anymore! I don't know what to believe anymore! You took that away from me and you don't even care!"

"Listen, to me, Bianca! I like you girl, baby, I want to show you off as my queen. I'm not ashamed of you. I am doing this because it's my true feelings. I am so tired of hiding them. I care that I destroyed you, baby, but I want to fix you. Let me fix you, let me help you gain that confidence up again. Let me show you, how truly beautiful you are. I am not giving up on you. Let me show you how much I cherish you. Can I? Can I show you baby?" Bianca, was absolutely speechless. Which was good, because I hated the fact that she tried pushing me away. I don't blame her not one bit. I really do like this woman, she drives me crazy. She drives me wild.

Bianca, nodded her head slowly.

"Has anyone ever made love to you, baby?" She shook her head no.

"Good, because I'm the only one, who gets to do it. Turn around for me baby." Ever so slowly, she turned around to where her back was facing me. "I'm going to take your shirt off, okay?" It took her a while to answer but she nodded her head. I pulled her shirt up over her head, throwing it carelessly in the floor somewhere. My needy hands found their way to her plump breasts.

"So, soft baby.. so round and perfect." I carefully unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, watching goosebumps appear throughout her arms and shoulders. "You have beautiful breasts, baby.." my fingers flicked over her nipples before I squeezed them. The way she leaned her head back, immediately gave me the opportunity to claim her neck. Which I did.

*

The way his smooth voice filled my ears, with his concern and his worrisome face, I knew he was here for the right reason, and the right reasons only. I just didn't want to believe that. I still don't believe that. Why am I even giving myself up like this? How do I not know what this is just a set up prank? We will fuck and then it'll be the same routine over and over again.

But I can't deny the way my body is reacting to his simplest touch. It is so crazy. Am I an idiot for going through with this? Absolutely!

Michael, turned me back around so that I was facing him, and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist before my back hit the cold blankets.

He took his shirt off, exposing his caramel color skin. His toned chest. He wasn't buff but he wasn't weak either.

"I want you to touch me, baby. You can touch me." He grabbed my hand placing it on his soft, supple chest. I felt his heart racing being just as nervous as I was.

I rubbed his stomach, the lower I went, the more he flinched. So I stopped touching him.

"N-no, don't stop touching me. I love the way your hands feel on my body." He placed them back on there, while he bend over and claimed each nipple separately into his mouth.

My hands found the hem of his trousers, pulling on them a little bit letting him know that I want him to take it off. But instead he kissed from between my chest, down my stomach until he got to my shorts. He removed both my shorts and panties within seconds, then took the rest of his clothes off.

His big length surprised the living shit out of me. I was scared to death, considering the last time, I was forced to have something in me, but now that just intimated me.

"Don't be scared, baby. I'd never do anything that would hurt you. We will go slow until you tell me that you are ready for more. Okay?"

I nodded my head, because deep down I knew he wasn't going to hurt me, I just didn't want to believe it.

I seen him stroke his shaft spreading his precum all over his dick. He lined himself up with my entrance, just barely pushing the tip inside until his, soft, red, plump lips claimed mine.

It hurt like a motherfucker. But I know he wasn't doing it on purpose. But the pain and memories of me being raped that night, flooded my memory.

"N-no, please, Wyatt get off of me!" I was crying, trying to fight him off of me, but it didn't work. I was just simply too weak to fight back.

"Take my dick, you stupid fat fucker! You like it this way don't you? When men beat you to death??"

*SLAP*

*SLAP*

Across the face.

"You stupid little white piece of trash whore! You were waiting for this. You deserve every beating that I'm about to give you, while I destroy you."

"No! Please!!" My eyes were squeezed shut and I knew I was reliving it again.

He, punched me in the jaw. He, punched me in my stomach. He, squeezed my wrist until they were black and purple. He, choked me until I was gasping for air. Hand prints were left all across my neck, but I wasn't allowed to report it.

"Please... just let me go! Please... just let me go."

"What are you talking about, baby? I'm just holding on to your hands." His voice. I knew it was just a bad nightmare. I was hoping I wasn't reliving it. I never want to go back to that place. "Baby, you are shaking.. did I do something wrong?" I shook my head no.

"H-he showed up again.."

"Who did? Who showed up again, baby?"

"W-Wyatt.. he took over my life. As soon as I shut my eyes, it's the same beatings he gave me over and over again." My body was literally still shaking, but thank God, I had Michael.

"Baby, I am not him, I will never be him. Putting my hands on you will never happen. I don't want to hurt you, I want to make love to you. I want you to feel how special and wanted you are. And that's what I plan to do, starting now. It's you and me against the world, baby." Michael started slowly moving his hips, causing the pain that was there to slowly drift away.

"G-go faster, Michael.. please, can you go faster?" It wasn't hard to ask him. The whole time he was whispering nothing but beautiful words in my ear. Kissing my lips every now and then.

"Baby, you are so fucking perfect. Your body, is beautiful. The way you look at me, even though you are still pissed at me, makes me want you even more. C-can I go faster baby, please? FUCK YOU FEEL SO PHENOMENAL!" He said between a moan and a groan. It was so fucking sexy.

"H-harder and faster, please, baby, please! You feel so fucking good! You fill me up so damn good, baby, shit you are too much to handle!"

He nuzzled his face in my neck leaving wet kisses from my shoulder to my cheek, claiming my lips. His hardened member massaged my inner walls all too perfectly. He gratefully hit my soft spot with each stroke he gave me.

He held one of my legs up while the other one was still wrapped around him and thrusted into me harder. My body and mind was loving every second of it.

"Fuck me harder, Michael... please." I begged in a voice I didn't even recognize myself. He was fucking me so good that my mind was mushy. My body didn't even feel like it was mine anymore. He already had me. I was his and there was no going back on this matter no matter what happened from this point forward.

"B-baby I am so fucking closeeeee... can you please come with me!???!" He didn't even have to finish that sentence because I was gone. My whole entire body was shaking a little. That was the only and the best orgasm I've ever had. It didn't take him long at all to fill me up with his warm load of spurts.

He collapsed beside of me, taking me with him, so that I was snuggled up to his chest.

"Thank you for giving me the best time. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." He told me, kissing my forehead, before reaching over and pulling my blankets over us.

"I had an amazing first time, thank you, Michael. You done wore my body out." I laughed a little, which caused him to giggle.

"I'm glad that I can be the one to make you feel that way baby. Now, how about you get yourself some rest. It's late baby. What you need is rest." He pulled me closer to him if that was even possible and played with my hair.

All that arguing lasted hours with him. It didn't seem like it lasted that long but it did. I was wore out by everything that happened today, that I was out like a baby.

*
(NEXT MORNING)

I woke up, expecting, Michael in my bed, but he wasn't there. I even had clothes on. When did I even put clothes on? Please don't tell me I dreamt of this whole thing.

I didn't, it was real, Michael basically claimed his love for me and saved my life. But I guess it was just a show so he can get some ass.

I'm a vulnerable son of a bitch, who always takes everyone's word just to let them get what they want from me.

It's just going to be like the every day school routine. I walk in, they are standing there waiting for me so they can begin. So in that case, I'm just going to take my time getting to school.

I took a long, steamy, must needed shower, before school. I didn't dress up into anything fancy like normal. Just a pair of leggings and a hoodie, with my blue, Nike Air Force 1's. I brushed my teeth, throwing my hair up in a bun, grabbing my school stuff, phone, keys leaving for school.

I arrived at school 7 minutes before the first bell rang. But I didn't care. I still had to go to my locker. As soon as I walked in, there was a bunch of people in the cafeteria eating breakfast or just talking before class. I seen, Michael and his group of friends. I stopped walking, just to look at him, but all of his friends already had their eyes on me, laughing and starting their jokes.

But he didn't join in. I was still disappointed, though as he didn't talk to me. Maybe, he's too embarrassed. Maybe he regretted what happened. I put my head down and started walking towards the hall way, until he stopped me.

"Hey, baby." He spoke up behind me. He didn't whisper it either.

"M-Michael, what are you doing?" I was really surprised, not going to lie.

"I'm talking to my, baby. I've been waiting for you all morning. I thought you were going to skip." He reached out his hand touching my cheek to caress it. Everyone started forming a circle around us.

"N-no, I can't afford to miss." I was getting nervous. Everyone was watching us.

That's when, Michael leaned in and kissed me. In front of everyone!

"M-Michael... why did you do that?"

"You are my girl, and I told you, I wasn't ashamed of you. It's you and me against the world, baby. It's my job to protect what's mine and that's you. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, ever. I love you."

"I love you, too, Michael."

The END!