Enslaved Love ( A Michael Jackson FanFic )

First Encounter

°•°•°•°•Jasmine's P.O.V.°•°•°•°•

"Jasmine! Stop messing around, you have chores to do! "

I stifled a sigh and moved away from the kitchen window.

"Yes mother! " I called towards the living room to my mother. I grabbed the broom, which I had leaned against the cabinet, and started sweeping again. It seems like this is all I ever do; clean. I hate chores, I know this is bad but... isn't this why we have slaves? To do our work? But daddy only got black men to do work out in the fields. Daddy didn't get any women slaves, so when we need more he just goes and buys more. He can do that cause this plantation makes us a lot of money. So it's me and my mother's job to clean our house. Our huge house. On top of that I have my studies to worry about, and mother wants me to marry soon, so I can leave and have my own family. Her idea of my perfect husband is a weathly, civilized, well-mannered man. The problem is, they haven't worked a day in their lives. They think they're better than everyone and so they deserve more than everyone. I just can't see myself with someone like that. I want a modest, hard-working man with a strong and free will. Someone who, even though they have nothing, would still be happy. That's the man for me. I don't care how much money or land they have, it's just not important to me. Unfortuanatly, it is for everyone else.

I finished sweeping the kitchen and put the broom away in the little closet we use for all our cleaning things. I traded the broom for a bucket and washcloth. Daddy just bought us windows, so I have to clean those too. But I don't mind, for two reasons. First, I remember how it was before windows. I felt trapped, but now I can look out and see the world outside. Second, I get to go outside to fill the bucket with water from the lake.

I walked outside with the bucket and to the lake, enjoying the warm summer air. By the time I got to the lake I was a little hot so I sat down on a large rock by the edge of water. I looked around and saw no one was looking so I pulled my shoes and stockings off and dipped my feet into the water. Mother would kill me if she saw what I'm doing. Anyone could come by and see my ankles and feet. No one is supposed to see that, except for me and my eventuall husband. And since I'm out near the fields a black man could see me. Daddy would whip whoever sees me. I shivered at the thought and pulled my feet out of the water. I layed my feet out and let the warm sun beat down on me. Without thinking, I layed down on the rock and closed my eyes.

°•°•°•°•Michael's P.O.V.°•°•°•°

I wiped my forehead on my sleeve and stood up from where I had just been crouched, digging up potatoes for Mr. Copeland's family. I looked over at the lake and decided to cool off there. I walked over and sat in the shade by the edge of the lake and stuck my feet into the water. I looked down into the water at my reflection. I've often wondered, while looking at my reflection, why I'm black. I've thought and thought but never could come up with an answer, so I always tell myself it's because God made me that way. That's what mother would tell me. I thought about the day I was torn away from her, to be sold, and felt tears well up in my eyes. I miss her so much. I looked up at the clear blue sky and sighed. Crying isn't gonna make anything better. It's not gonna make me see my mother again. I looked back down into the water and started washing my dirty hands and arms off in the cool, clear water, untill I heard a small noise across the lake. I lifted my head and looked. I immediately gasped and stood up once I saw who it was. It's Jasmine, Mr.Copeland 's daughter. My eyes widened once I saw how much skin she was showing. I could see her feet, ankles, and part of her calves. I know I shouldn't, but I stood across from her and stared. She's unbelievably beautiful. I wonder why she's not married yet. I started to walk towards her but stopped myself. I could get whipped for this. Very badly whipped. I forced myself to look away from her and walked back to the fields.

°•°•°•°•Jasmine's P.O.V.°•°•°•°•°

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I gasped, it's much darker outside than it was before, I can't believe I fell asleep! I hurriedly stood up off the rock I had been laying on and slipped, falling half-way into the lake. As I was falling, a sharp rock under the surface of the water sliced across my foot and half-way up to my knee. I cried out in pain and pulled my leg out of the water. As soon as I did, I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. There's so much blood. Mother is gonna kill me if she finds out about this.

°•°•°•°Michael's P.O.V.°•°•°•°

I heard a scream behind me at the lake. I turned around and saw Jasmine sitting in the mud, blood all over her leg. I gasped and ran to the cabin I share with some of the other slaves. Once inside, I hurriedly looked around for something to wrap her leg with. I found some bandage Mr. Copeland had left us for just in case we get hurt. I grabbed the bandage and ran out of the cabin and to Jasmine as fast as I could. Her eyes widened when she saw me. I hesitated for a second, what would Mr. Copeland do if he found out about this? I looked down at her leg, I don't care what he does, she needs help. I knelt down beside her.

°•°•°•°Jasmine's P.O. V.°•°•°•°

I stared up at the black man as he knelt down next to me. I don't care if he's black, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. My eyes moved across his face, taking in his amazing features; his hair, his eyes. He slightly raised an eyebrow at me and I realized I've been staring too long. My cheeks flushed and I looked down.

"Miss, are you all right? I'm here to bandage your leg, it looks pretty bad." he said, looking down at my leg.

My cheeks flushed again, for two reasons, first, his voice is so sweet and quiet, second, no one has ever seen this much of my leg besides me and my mother, especially not a man.

"May I? " he asked, holding the bandage and looking back at me.

I nodded to him. This is perfect, mother will never find out this happened.

He cupped his hand and dipped it into the water. He brought it back up and gently started rinsing the blood off my leg and foot. His fingers brushed across my skin softly. When he was finished he examined my cut.

"This is going to hurt." he said softly as he started to wrap up my leg tightly.

I gritted my teeth and let out a small cry as he wrapped the bandage down my leg and around my foot as quickly as he could. A tear slipped down my cheek but I wiped it away before he saw it. I put my stockings back on, followed by my shoes.

He looked into my eyes with his warm brown ones.

"Do you need anything else? " he asked.

I was about to say no, but there is one thing I wanted.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Michael." he said and stood up.

He offered me his hand to help me stand and I gladly accepted.

"I'll be going then, good bye miss." he said and walked away.

I watched him walk away for a minute before grabbing the bucket and walking to the house without filling it. It's too late for that now, it's almost time for dinner.

Once I got into the house, I put the bucket back and saw that mother was in the kitchen making dinner. I tried to sneak past her but she noticed me anyway.

"Where have you been? " he asked sternly. She examined me and her eyes widened when she saw my dress.

I forgot, I was sitting in the mud.

"And what did you do to your dress? "

"Um, I lost track of time, and I fell." I lied.

"You sure did, " she said. "Get yourself cleaned up for dinner. And first thing in the morning you're to wash that dress, you hear? "

"Yes mother." I said and walked to my bedroom upstairs. I took off my dress and layed it aside. I walked to my washing bucket; a bucket full of water I use to wash myself. I cleaned my hands and face and slipped a clean dress on, and walked back downstairs for dinner.

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Author's Note

I've never made a story in this time era, so forgive the mistakes. But I wanna know what you think about this story, so please comment :) And if you have any ideas, feel free to let me know...^_^

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