Date: Wed, 06 Dec 2006 06:47:44 -0500
From: Angel J <music-fan-1@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin's Angel-10

This is a sexually explicit story (at times) involving homosexuality.  By
continuing to read, you affirm under penalties of perjury that you are not
a minor or in the company of a minor and are entitled to have access to
this story.

The following is a fictious story with no real basis or credibility.It is
solely for the enjoyment of the reader.  It does not imply anything about
the sexual preferences or lifestyle of Justin Timberlake or any other
celebrity
herein mentioned.


Previously

Michael's voice started as a whisper.
"The last time I saw my father they were taking him away to prison."
Everyone looked at Michael,not knowing what to say.
They all remained quiet,letting him continue.
"He had been arrested for armed robbery, he and two of his friends had
robbed a bank,where my father had worked as a janitor.A guard had been shot,
and later died.
They were charged with armed robbery,and manslaughter.
He was sentenced to twenty years without parole.For all I know he is still
there,in prison."
Michael got up slowly,Justin letting him go,but continuing to watch him.
He walked over to the window,looking out at the setting sun.
The world looked so peaceful, so alive.
Why can't I have that peace, why can't I live.
"The day he went to prison was the happiest day of my life.
I hated him so much, I feared him so much.
He had hurt me so much.You can't imagine how much he hurt me.
I saw it as the day the hurting stopped.But I was wrong, so wrong."
Michael turned and looked at everyone.They were all watching him,listening
to him.
"Do you remember the first time you saw me ,Nana?"
"Yes Mico, at the hospital.You were hurt."Nana's eyes never leaving his
face.
"I don't remember much of what happened that night,it's all a fog.
But I do know I didn't fall down any stairs that night."
Everyone tensed in their seats.
Michael looked into Justin's blue eyes.He felt his pain give way.
"My father beat me so badly that night,I almost died."


Chapter 10

Michael's Confession


Justin stared at him, a stunned look on his face.
Oh,god,no.Thats not possible.He couldn't of hurt him like that.
Vicky gasped, tears starting to appear in her eyes.
Steve put his arm around her.
Nana's head was shaking back and forth.
"No, Mico,no.He wouldn't do that to you,he couldn't,not to my child."She was
starting to cry.
Lonnie sat down beside her, putting his arm around her.
He was also holding her to stop her from rushing to Michael to hug him.
Lonnie felt Michael had a lot more to say.
And he sensed that Michael needed space.
He whispered that opinion quietly into her ear.
She nodded , but kept on crying.
Lonnie looked over at Justin.
Justin's eyes never left Michael's.
Justin was taking in everything Michael had said.
He was feeling Michael's pain.his eyes were shedding many tears, and his
face was beginning to turn red, red with anger.
Lonnie knew how Justin must be feeling.
To see the person he cared for in so much pain, reliving that pain again.
Knowing that someone had hurt him that much.
"Yes,Nana.Yes.My loving father beat me till I lost consciousness ."Michael's
anger was evident.
"I don't even know what I did to deserve it,I don't remember."
"He almost killed me that night,and he covered it up.He hurt me and he did
so much more."
Michael looked again at Justin.Justin could see the anger in his eyes,his
fury had been unleashed.
"You see this scar."
Michael held his right hand up for Justin to see.
"This happened  a few months later.I broke a cookie jar.A fucking cookie
jar.It was just an accident.
And I paid dearly for it.
He sat me down at the kitchen table, told me I was useless, stupid and
worthless.
That all I would have in my life was misery and despair.
And that it was what I deserved,misery.And it was time I started to feel
that misery."
Michael looked painfully at his hand."And this was what I earned."
"He held my hand down on the table.He lit up a cigarette, and then he put it
out on the back of my hand."
Justin's tears were flowing freely now.All the anger was gone from his face.
There was only concern there, and love, for his Michael.
Michael stared at his hand."He put it out on my tiny little hand.It hurt so
much,I passed out."
Nana and Vicky were openly crying.Steve and Lonnie both had tears running
down their cheeks.
Justin just sat silently,staring at Michael's hand,as if he could feel the
pain that Michael had felt that day.
Michael looked at his scarred hand again.Tears refusing to fall.The hidden
anger had taken control of Michael.
He screamed a heart wrenching scream.
He grabbed the lamp off the end table and threw it against the wall.
EVeryone gasped, standing up quickly, looking at Michael with shock.None of
them had witnessed this kind of anger from Michael.
They kept their distance, letting Michael continue to unleash his pain.
Michael stared at the broken lamp lying on the floor.
"I loved him so much, he was my father.
He meant the world to me.He was my hero.
I worshipped him.Why did he do that?"
Now the hurt was beginning to take over.
"What had I done to make him hate me so much that he would want to hurt me
like that?
How could he do that to me?
All I ever did was love him, why couldn't he love me back.
Why...?"
The sobs racked Michael's body,his heart crying unloved tears of hurt and
pain.
Justin crossed the room, taking him in his arms.
He held on to him,refusing to let go.
He rocked his back and forth as Michael slowly let out all the pain.
"Oh,my sweet Michael.I can see your pain.Your suffering.
I wish I could make it all go away,but I can't.
All I can do is hold you and promise you that you'll never hurt like that
again."
Justin was crying,clinging to Michael,trying to show him he was loved by
someone.
EVeryone quietly walked over and surrounded them in a group hug.
"Oh my angel, my Mico.I didn't know, I didn't know."Nana  cried.
She kept hugging him,stroking his hair,just touching him so he knew he was
loved.
Michael pushed away from everyone, wanting space, needing to breath.
They stopped where they were, fearing to upset him more.
"That wasn't all of it.There's so much more.
You all wanted to hear this, you said you needed to hear this,so you'll hear
it."
Justin could see Michael was steeling himself against their need to help
him.
Putting up his wall to block them out.To push them away from him.
They all slowly backed up letting Michael compose himself.
Michael took a deep breath.He wiped the tears out of his eyes.
They wanted to know, now they will.They will hear what you did.And they will
hate you.

"After that happened, the abuse continued more often.Slaps, punches,kicks,
he did it all.
I was nothing more than a doormat to him.I couldn't understand why.
What had i done to make him hate me?
He never told me.
He never did it openly,in front of my mom, but she knew.
His verbal abuse was constant.He berated me all the time.
Every moment I was away from home, at school, or whatever, was a release for
me.
I hated going home.I hated seeing him.
I spent so many nights laying awake in my bed, trying to wrap my mind around
it.
Around what I had done to deserve his hate.
My parents argued constantly at night.
I heard a lot of arguments between the two of them.
Arguments about me.
My mom knew what was going on."
Nana looked at Michael, shaking her head,feeling helpless.
"My angel, how could she not protect you,how could she let him do that to
you?"
Michael looked at her,hating to tell her the truth.
"Because she loved him and because she was terrified of him."
"I didn't know then what was going on, but now that I am older, I know what
happened."
Michael walked over to his grandmother, kneeling in front of her,taking her
hands in his,and kissing her cheek.
"He was abusing her too,Nana.
He abused her at night,in bed.
I hear it often.
At that age I didn't know what they were doing but now I know.
I heard her crying sometimes, and I even heard her scream one night.
That night I ran into their room, fearing he had done something to hurt
her."
Michael's tears were starting again.
He rose again and walked to the window, his back to them.He didn't want them
to see him cry.
"She was tied to the bed, he was on top of her,touching her.She was crying.
And then she saw me.She told me to go back to bed.That nothing was wrong.
But I looked into her eyes, i saw so much fear, so much pain.
I ran back into my own room and cried myself to sleep.
I believed that he raped her that night."
Nana put her face in her hands, sobbing.Vicky hugged her gently,knowing how
this was affecting her and how much it was hurting Michael to relive it.
"My little girl, how could she love him."
"She never talked to me about why she loved him or what happened that night,
or any other night.
She always acted loving around him.Kissing him,touching him,showing him
affection.
I couldn't understand it.I couldn't understand her actions.But then I was a
child, I didn't know anything."
Michael was building to the next part.
"I thought that this was the worst my life could get.But I was wrong.It got
a lot worse."

Michael hesitated for a moment, trying to gather his strength to go on.
Justin felt Michael needed him, needed to know he was still there.
He walked up to Michael quietly, and put his hand on his shoulder.
Michael put his hand on top of his.
Michael turned and looked into Justin's blue eyes.
How did he know I needed his strength to go on? Michael thought.
Justin looked deep into Michael's eyes.
He saw that the pain was free, that it was running from Michael's soul.
"Let it out,Michael.Get rid of all the pain."He rubbed his fingers along
Michael's cheek,wiping a tear away.
Michael never wavered his gaze from Justin's eyes.
Michael leaned his head against Justin's.
He said three small words in almost a whisper.
Three words that terrified and shocked Justin.
Justin backed up,staring at Micheal.
"What do you mean by that?"
Michael backed up, fear in his eyes.Justin had backed away from him.
Michael realized Justin saw him for what he was.For what he had done.
"I said.......he sold me."
Justin realized Michael had become afraid of him ,because of Justin's
reaction.
"I'm sorry,babe.I just don't understand what you mean."
Justin trying to approach him again,trying to show him he was still there
for him.
Then Justin saw the anger rising in Michael's eyes.
"He sold me,Justin!"Michael shouted.
"He sold me to one of his friends.
For five hundred dollars, he gave his nine year old son away."
Everyone gasped in horror at what Michael had said.
Michael's fists clenched together, his anger starting to rise.
"Thats how much he loved me, how much I meant to him.
He sold me like a piece of furniture.
I was worthless as a son, but if I could make him a few bucks,what the
hell,right?"
Justin couldn't believe what Michael was saying.No,it wasn't possible.
No one could do that to their child.
Michael started to tremble.Justin realized that he was lost in his pain
again.
"He didn't even tell me what he was going to do to me.
One beautiful sunny day he told me to come with him, that he wanted me to
meet a friend of his.
I obeyed him, I didn't want to get hit again."
Justin felt Michael fear rising again.
"We went to this small cramped apartment, and this guy lived there.
I didn't know who he was.I was scared.
He and my father had a beer.They talked for a while.
Then the guy went into his bedroom,coming back out with a wad of cash and
handed it to my
father.My father got up,grabbed his coat and told me to stay where I was.
I tried to leave with him, but he just laughed at me.
All he said was:
" It's time for some more misery in your life, Micky."
Michael backed against the wall, slowly sliding his body down till he was
sitting on the floor.
Justin's heart was torn from his chest.He couldn't believe what Michael was
saying.
Tears were flowing down Michael's cheeks, he wasn't looking anywhere, he was
staring into his past.
"As soon as the door closed that man grabbed me into a hug.He smelled so
bad, he was hairy,and ugly.
He said I was going to be his special friend.
I tried to get away,I just wanted to leave.
He just laughed and pulled me into his bedroom.
Then he.....he...he pulled me down onto his bed and.....he made me....."
Michael couldn't finish, the fear taking hold of his body.His arms wrapped
around him, trying to dissappear into himself.
Justin staggered down onto his knees in front of Michael.Justin reached
out,throwing his arms around him.Michael tensed up, trying to pull away.
Justin held onto him,making himself a lifeline for Michael to focus on, to
cling to.
"No one is going to hurt you any more,Michael.I am here,I am going to
protect you."
Michael looked into Justin's eyes, pleading for help.
"He touched me, Justin, he put his filthy hands on me.
He pulled my clothes off, and he made me...made me...touch him."
Michael was sobbing into Justin's chest,wetting his shirt.Justin didn't let
go.
Vicky and Nana were holding on to each other,crying also.Steve and Lonnie
were trying to control their emotions.
EVeryone felt so much heartfelt emotion for Michael.
But no one in that room felt more love for him, than Justin.
Michael looked up at Justin,looking into his wet eyes,finding the strength
to go on.
"I fought him,Jus.I fought him.I tried to stop him from going further...from
raping me."
Justin couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that someone would do that to a
child, to such a special child like Michael.
"I got away from him and ended up staggering into the kitchen."
Michael was starting to get emotional again.
"He chased after me, he tried to touch me again and I grabbed a knife off
the counter and lashed out,stabbing him in the arm.
He yelled,pulling  the knife out of my hand. I turned to run, and he stabbed
me in the back.
It hurt so bad, there was blood everywhere.I passed out."
Justin realized now where the scar on Michael's back had come from.
That bastard, that fucking bastard.
"When I woke up I was back in my bed at home.My father had bandaged me
up.His friend had called him back there,in a panic.
He thought he had killed me.
He made my father take me home.
When I woke up my father beat me again,telling me over and over that if I
ever told anyone he would kill me."
Michael clung to Justin.
"I fought that man,Jus,I fought him,I didn't want him to hurt me.I didn't
want him to rape me."Michael was sobbing again.
Justin, held him in his arms,soothing him with his hands,trying to make
Michael calmer.
He started humming a song.He knew music calmed Michael.
He continued rocking him back and forth.
Michael gradually calming down.
Everyone else had relaxed a bit,also.Everyone was focused on Michael's well
being.
The room was quiet except for Justin's soothing humming.
Everyone's thoughts were on Michael.

Vicky looked at the two of them on the floor, holding each other.
My poor Mikey,its unbelievable.I can't imagine the pain you have endured.
How could anyone let a child go through that, and how could Michael turn
into such a loving ,caring man after all he's been through.
It says a lot for the love your grandmother gave you,Michael, and for your
own true loving heart.

Steve wiped the tears from his eyes.
Oh, Michael.No one on earth deserves the pain you must of went through.
I can't even imagine how you survived that.
You never deserved that kind of treatment at the hands of that bastard.
I know that Justin can make you feel loved again,its what you truly need and
deserve.

Lonnie looked at Michael clinging to Justin.
You take heart, my young friend.You pain is almost over.
Holding you right now is the one person you need the most.
Cling to him, hold on to him forever,all he wants is to love you and make
all that pain go away.

Justin quietly kept humming a song for Michael.His mind going over
everything Michael had said.
How did you survive that,how did you go on.Alone and unloved.
I don't think that I could have your courage,your strength.
Your so special, your so beautiful and loving.How could anyone not love you?
Don't cry,my love.I am here, I will be here for you,always.


Nana rose up from her chair and walked over to the window.
She got down on her knees and guided Michael to her.
Justin broke his hug and let Michael fall into her arms.
"I am sorry Nana,I am sorry I didn't tell you, it hurt so much."
"Its alright,child.Your pain is out in the open now,never be ashamed of what
happened to you.
It was never your fault.This all was your father's fault.He was a coward,
Mico.Only a coward would hurt you like that.
You had been nothing but a loving child,and now your a caring,loving person,
and a wonderful man.
Everyone here loves you and no one feels anything less than love for you.
Right everyone?"

"We all love you."Everyone said in unison.
Michael looked up at everyone from his Nana's warm embrace.
He tried to smile but it was weak.
Justin looked directly at him,smiling through his tearing eyes.
"You need to rest now,Mico, you've been through a lot."
Michael wished he could, but he had to finish this, he had to tell
everything.
"No, there is one more part I have to tell."

Michael got up slowly and Justin helped him over to the couch.
Nana sat down beside him on his other side,Justin sitting close to him.
"About a month after that happened, my father attempted his botched robbery.
Three and a half weeks later he was in prison.
My mother and me were alone.She didn't take it very well.
I on the other hand felt my life was finally my own.
There was just me and her.The two of us together.She could love me and I
could love her."
Michael smiled at Nana.She smiled back at him,an uneasy smile.
Justin saw it and felt the next part of Michael's story could hurt her.
"Maybe you should lie down for a while and rest,Nana, you look tired."
Concern evident in Justin's words.
Nana smiled,knowing what he was trying to do.
"No, child.I need to hear this, and Michael needs me here with him when he
tells it.
She took Michael's hand in her's and motioned for him to go on.
"There was just the two of us.The two of us together, to face the future.
But everything wasn't as it seemed.
I was living my own hell.
Horrible nightmares were haunting me, I had been having them ever since that
night at that horrible apartment.
And I saw a change in my mom also.She was starting to act different.
I didn't know what was wrong.
I stumbled upon the reason by accident.
I had gone into her bedroom to get some writing paper and found an
unfinished letter on top of her desk.
Interested, I started reading it.I couldn't believe what was written there.
She was writing the letter to him.
She still loved him.
She still wanted to be with him.She poured it out in her letter, telling him
what he meant to her.
How could she say those things, she knew what he was really like. She knew
what he had done to me."
Michael was saying this like he needed to know why,that someone had to tell
him why.

Nana spoke first.
"Mico, she was alone, she hadn't known anyone but your father,she must of
been so deceived by him
that she couldn't see the truth.The truth of what he really was."

"Nana,is right,Mikey.She had no one.
The only person she had every been with was your father and he was gone.
She buried the truth in fiction, she made him into something he
wasn't."Justin said,rubbing Michael's shoulder again.
Michael continued.
"It was just before christmas.And she came to me one evening.
She wanted  me to do something for her, something to make her happy.
You must believe me,all I ever wanted to do was make her happy.
She wanted me to write him a letter.
My mother made me write him a letter!
She made me say things to him I didn't mean.
That I loved him.
And that he was my dad and I needed him.
Why did I do that.I didn't mean a word of it, I hated him.
I wanted him to die for what he did to me.
But I didn't say that,I said what she told me to say."
"You did it to please her,Michael.
You did it because you loved her.And you knew you wouldn't hurt her for
anything."
"Yes Justin, I did it for her.Because she was my everything.She was my mom,
and I loved her."
Michael was staring into the past again.
"But he did hurt me again, and he hurt her."

Michael tensed up a bit, tears starting to flow again.
"About two weeks into January, I came home from school one day to find a
letter waiting for me.
My mom wasn't home yet, so I took it up to my room to read.It was from my
father."
Justin felt Michael's anger rise again.
"It was two pages of filthy, loathsome, vulgar words.
I never saw so much hurt and anger poured out onto written pages.
He call my mom vile names,saying that he never loved her.
That he hated me, wished he never sired me.
That I was a whore too, and the next man would finish the job on me."
Michael tensed up even more after saying that.
"I felt so dirty, that this letter was tainted.I wanted to destroy it.
I never got a chance."
Michael looked off into the distance again,lost in his thoughts.
"I heard her come in downstairs and she was calling me.I shoved the letter
into my school book.
And I ran to  her in the kitchen.I put on a brave face, not wanting her to
know what i had read.
We had a quiet enjoyable dinner that night.
A friend from school dropped by and I went out to play ball.I played all
night and came home just before dark.
I walked into my bedroom and found my mom sitting on my bed, the letter in
her hands.
I had forgotten the letter, I had forgotten to destroy it!
She had been crying,tears were rolling down her cheeks.
She looked up at me with such pain,such hurt.
I ran into her arms, holding on to her, begging her to stop crying.
That she had me, she had me to love her.
That I would always love her, i would always be there for her."
Michael just sat there,tears flowing down his cheeks, his mind remembering
that tragic moment.
"She didn't say anything at first, just staring into space.
Then she turned and looked at me.
Her face had changed.She looked at me with hate.
She screamed at me that it was my fault, that it was me.
That I made him hate her, that he couldn't love her because of me.
And then she slapped me across the face."
Michael's hand went to his face ,as if he could feel that slap again there.
Justin and Nana both put their arms around Michael.
"She blamed me.She blamed me."
Michael's head bowed,more tears issuing from him.
He felt closed in again, he tried to push away from both of them.
They quickly released him,sensing his need for space.
He stood up quickly,moving away from everyone until he was up against the
wall again.
He turned around and stared at them all.
"She barely talked to me for over two weeks.
I felt so lost,so alone.Nothing I could say, nothing I could do would get
her to love me again."
Justin sensed that this was coming to an end.That Michael was almost at the
end of his story.
Michael looked so lost, like he was trapped in the past.
He started talking again,the words quiet and showing no emotion.
"The thirty first of January was my ninth birthday.
I woke up that morning,alone in my room,feeling so alone.
I dressed and headed downstairs to face another day of lonliness with my
mom.
As I approached the kitchen,I heard humming.
My mom was humming.
She hadn't hummed in so long.
I walked into the kitchen and my mom stood by the stove, looking so
beautiful,so loving.
She turned to me ,a huge smile on her face.
"Happy Birthday,Micky."she said with such warmth and tenderness.
She rushed over and hugged me so tenderly."
Michael rubbed his arms as if he could feel that hug again.Needing to feel
it again.
I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe that she was herself again.
She was my mom and she loved me again.
She even said it.
"I love you Mikey, happy birthday sweetie."
She smiled and ruffled my hair, then led me to the table, where she had
prepared my birthday breakfast.
It was so wonderful, such a wonderful day.
It was a wednesday and she let me take the day off school.
She spent all day with me, we went and did fun,happy things together.
All day she spent with me,and she cooked me a special supper.
Just the two of us."
Michael smiled, remembering that lost joy.
"It was truly,the happiest day of my young life."
"She gave me a pen set for my birthday,I still have it,its one of my most
treasured possessions.
It started me writing,giving me my love for words."
Then Michael's face changed completely, Justin sensing something ominous
coming.
Michael took a deep breath.
"I got ready for bed that night, I was so happy.
My mom came into my room,she was wearing her best dress.
She looked so beautiful.
I asked her why she had changed clothes.
She said it was my special day, she wanted to look nice for me.
For me!She did that for me!
She tucked me in, gently kissing me, and lay down on the bed beside me,
wrapping her arms around me.
And then she started singing.
She sang me one of my favorite songs.
"The Glory of Love."
She always sang it so beautifully, her voice was angelic.
I fell asleep in her arms, her voice echoing in my mind, and my soul."

Michael stood there,silent and lost.
He bowed his head,
He didn't say anything for a few moments.
He didn't do anything.Just stood there,staring at nothing.
Everyone looked at Michael,wondering where his thoughts had taken him.
Justin got up and slowly walked over to him,standing in front of him.
Michael still didn't move.
Justin put his finger on Michael's chin.
Michael raised he head,looking into Justin's blue eyes.

"I woke up during the night,Jus.I felt cold.
My mom was still in bed with me, her arms wrapped around me.
She didn't move when I shook her.
She felt cold.So cold.
And then I realized why."
Michael's eyes filled with tears, all the pain gone in them, filled now with
emptiness and loneliness.
"She was dead,Jus.She died during the night.
She died with me in her arms.
She came into my room that night to die.
She hated me so much that she wanted to leave me."
Justin pulled Michael into his arms.
"Oh my angel,how could you believe that."

Michael's couldn't hold it in any longer.Couldn't hold in the truth.
"Don't you see, don't you get it.I killed her.It was me.
I caused her so much pain that she took her life to get away from me."
Michael pushed Justin away,rushing over and kneeling in front of his
grandmother.
He was in an emotional state.
"I ruined her life with my father,Nana.
He hated me so much that he took it out on her.
It wasn't he that hurt her, it was always because of me.
Everything he did was because of me.
I deserved that pain,every punishment he gave me.
I was filth, I was trash, he needed to hurt me.
He was right to hurt me.
And then I hurt her more.
That damn letter, if I had destroyed it she would still be alive.
She hated me so much for that letter.She killed herself to get away from me.
I'm so sorry,Nana.I am so sorry.It was all my fault.My fault.
I should of died instead of her."

Michael was crying uncontrollably, the pain expelled from his body now,his
soul empty.
Nana was crying,not for her daughter, but for her Mico.
For her sweet,lost, Mico.
She grabbed him, holding on to him, pulling him close to her heart.
"Oh my sweet angel.I love you.I will always love you.This was never you
fault,your not to blame.You were a child, a child who needed love, who never
deserved the life he was forced to endure.
Your mother couldn't accept life as it was,Mico, she couldn't cope with it,I
am so sorry she did this to you, you didn't deserve it.
All you ever deserved was to be loved, to be a child.To have a life of
carefree happiness.You were robbed of that,Mico.They should of gave you
their love, not their fear."
She held him close, giving him all her love,letting him know she loved him.
"I loved her so much, Nana, why did she leave me?"Michael cried into her
shoulder.
Justin was openly crying, his heart full, the loss that Michael felt
embedded in his own soul.
Vicky went up to Justin hugging him,Steve right beside him.
Lonnie,who's hand found Justin's shoulder,was wiping his eyes with a
hankerchief.
They all stood there, looking down on Michael,clinging to his grandmother.
They knew that Michael had faced his pain, now he could begin to heal.
Nana looked up and knew what Michael needed most.
"Look at Justin, Michael."Nana said,turning him around towards Justin.
Michael slowly pulled back from her and focused his wet eyes on Justin's.
"Look into his heart,Mico.His heart is filled with love, Michael.Love he
wants to show you.
All he wants to do is be there for you,to make you feel loved.Don't destroy
the rest of your life blaming yourself for the past.You were never to
blame,Michael.It was never your fault.All you need is to be happy
Michael,and standing in front of you is someone who wants to walk with you
on that path,your path to real happiness."
Michael listened to his grandmother's words, they echoed in his mind,all the
way to his heart.
Michael got up off the floor, slowly moving towards Justin.
Justin's tears were flowing from his eyes, and looking into Michael's eyes
Justin thought he saw something.
Justin thought he saw a faint look of hope.The dark painful look was gone.
Yes, there was definitely something new there.
Michael put out his right hand, his scarred hand.
Justin put his hand in Michael's.They could both feel the spark again.The
spark that somehow connected them.
"I'm sorry Justin.I am sorry that you had to see this mess.This mess that is
my life."
Michael's words touched Justin's soul.
"Michael,your life is not a mess.Through it all you had the courage to go
on.To make something of yourself,to be true to  yourself,and continue on
with life.To live life after living so much pain.
I don't know if I could ever have the courage that you possess.To have that
kind of faith,with all that you have suffered,is beyond remarkable.
Your grandmother is right,Mikey.Your not to blame for any of what
happened.That was your parents blame.They didn't realize what you needed,
and what you were:a loving child, a
caring,remarkable,intelligent,sweet,beautiful young man."
Michael slowly smiled, a smile that suited his face, making him look
charming,with a hint of sexuality in it.
Justin was in awe, this man was so unbelieveable.After all he had gone
through,he still was determined to go on with life.
Justin could see it in his eyes.
Michael looked at Justin, feeling a sense of hope.
This man isn't afraid of me, he's not looking at me with loathing.He doesn't
hate me.He's still here for me.
Can I dare hope to feel more for him, more than just friendship.
I feel a difference inside myself, I feel like some weight is lifted on my
heart.I feel that I need him,that I want him to need me.
Justin pulled Michael slowly toward him, never breaking their gaze.
In a moment they were holding each other,not a desperate hug but an embrace
of faith.
Faith that they can go forward together, needing each other.
Michael looked up into Justin's blue eyes, and saw Justin looking deeply
into his eyes.
Within a few seconds their lips met.
They connected in a kiss of hopeful beginnings.


End of Chapter 10


That was a pretty intense chapter.
Well Michael's pain has been revealed, now hopefully Michael can begin to
heal.
Please let me know if you enjoyed the way I had planned Michael's past.
I just thought it would be a little more interesting the way things played
out.
Lots more to come.With a few more surprises.

Keep the faith.

Angel.