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12...I Don't Understand Why?

~December 24th, 1996~ 7:00pm

"I should have followed my gut on this one," he said to himself. The house was festive that Christmas Eve, with the help of Erin, everything was beautiful. Three stockings, one red, another one blue, and a green and red stocking hanging high over the burning fireplace. Red and green ribbons flow and twisted on the walls and the large Christmas tree. There was popcorn string wrapped around it.The glass, gold, silver, green, and red ornaments glittered with the lighting, which was joyful and merry. Erin was placing the large, golden angel on the top of the tree, and slowly climbed down the latter. Michael kissed her cheek, and then gazed at the tree glittering.

"It's beautiful," he said. The presents, thirty in all, had shimmering wrapping paper of silver, some with snowmen, and Old Saint Nick himself on a few.

"Merry Christmas," she said.

"Merry Christmas," he said. She saw the sorrow in his face. The fatigue of crying showed in his lean, chiseled features.

"Oh Michael," she hugged him tightly as his tears began to fall again. The happiest time of the year, was the saddest and worst for Michael. Christmas day was soon approaching, and the last day for his sister to live. Michael felt limp and numb to the sorrow. His face a blank stare. He stroked Erin's hair as he wept in silence. He pulled away from her, taking her hands into his, cupping them to his heart.

"I'm so sorry baby," she said lovingly. He smirked a little.

"You've been here for me. You are the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for," he placed a white bow on the top of her head.

"You've kept me from growing crazy. I needed you,"

"And I needed you too," she said, her eyes glittering in the firelight.

"Let's head to bed, we've got big day tomorrow," said Michael. She nodded, and followed him up to their room, and undressed. Michael, now shirtless, rubbed her shoulders as she slipped on her pajama bottoms.

"That feels great," she mumbled. He slid his fingers over her shoulders as if sculpting her into a masterful piece of art. He began to pull at her bra straps.

"May I?" she nodded, and he slipped them off of her shoulders, then unclipped it from the back. It fell to the floor, and she stood close to him as her heat source. He caressed the sway of her back, tracing his fingers up her shoulder blades. She scratched his back gently with her manicured, French tipped nails. Their gaze never left one another, and they kissed. His tongue exploring her. He squeezed gently on her breast and she let out a delighted whimper of pleasure. She reached her hands down his back to his own butt and squeezed. He giggled a little as he had never seen this naughty side of Erin before. He picked her up, and lied her gently on the bed, never removing his lips from her body. He kissed her neck, and collar bone. her chest and her stomach did not remained untouched either. The heat in the room made them want each other more than ever now. They stopped for air as Michael slipped off her bottoms and looked passionately at her.

"Can I?" His voice low and full of desire.

"Do as you please," with that, the room became hotter as he slid off her underwear with his teeth. the passion illuminated from them as he entered her slowly and her whimpers became moans. They were deeply in love. The moment full of love and lust as she cried from the pain, he enjoying her moans in his ears. He had a condom on, he knew this would be the night he gained her full trust and love completely. The lust pf two eager people. wanting that tender touch of love.

~April 17, 1996~ Saturday 6:15am

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at the ceiling of the grey walled room. The bed was somewhat comfortable underneath her, but it didn't feel like her own, nor did the room itself. It was bare, nothing but the wooden door and concrete floor. It didn't have her make-up table next to her bathroom door. or her closet and nightstand. She sat up quietly, and looked around. Aaron was sitting in the chair, slumped over in sleep.