Enslaved Love ( A Michael Jackson FanFic )

A Trip To Town

°•°•°•Jasmine's P.O.V.°•°•°•

That night I lay in my bed and thought about Michael. Ever since we met he's all I can think about. No one has ever had this effect on me before. I fell asleep still thinking about him. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned. Mother usally wakes me up to help with breakfast. Grateful that she didn't today, I stood up and streched. I changed from my nightgown into a dress. I brushed my long hair and pulled it back into a tight braid. I slipped my stockings and shoes on and made my way downstairs for breakfast. Daddy was already eating at the table. When he saw me he opened his arms wide and I ran into them, hugging him tightly.

"Good morning Jasmine." he said happily.

"Good morning daddy." I replied. I don't get to spend much time with him, he's always busy, so the time we spend together is almost always happy.

"How's my little girl doing?"

"Daddy I'm 19."

"You'll always be my little girl. Even after you find a man and get married."

When he said that, my thoughts went back to Michael.

"I think I found someone." I said. Mother and daddy both looked at me when I said that.

"What do you mean?" Mother asked.

"I think I've found a man I'd like to marry."

Mother smiled. "Really? That's great news. What's his name?"

I hesitated. "Michael." I said.

"Michael? I've always loved that name."

I stifled a giggle. If only she knew. Of course I could never let her or daddy find out who Michael is, but this is fun.

"I'd like to meet him." said daddy.

"Okay, I'll tell him that."

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After I had eaten and daddy went to the fields, I went upstairs and got my muddy dress. I came back downstairs and got the washboard and bucket and walked outside and to the lake. I filled the bucket with the clear water and gently laid the washboard inside. Then I got started scrubbing my dress. When I was finished, my arms were burning but luckily I had gotten all the mud out of my dress. I layed it out on the same rock I had layed on yesterday to dry. I dumped the water out of the bucket and carried it and the washboard back inside and put them back into the closet they were previously in. I walked back into the kitchen and saw mother at the sink humming. She's been really happy ever since I told her that I found a man I like. She looked at me and smiled.

"Jasmine, would you like to go to town and pick up some things for me?" she asked.

I smiled. "Really?" She's never let me go to town by myself before. "Of course mother."

"Good," she said and handed me a list and some money. "Go to town and pick up everything on this list."

"Who will drive the buggy?" I asked, confused.

"I will get a slave to do it, go get ready Jasmine."

I smiled and nodded as I walked upstairs to my room.

°•°•°•Michael's P.O.V.°•°•°•

I was in the horse stables, feeding the horses when Mrs. Copeland came into the stables. I stood up straight, it's rare for her to come out here.

"Ma'am?" I asked.

"Yes, I need you to drive Jasmine to town in the horse buggy."

I perked up at the mention of Jasmine.