Its night time. The streets are wet from the rain earlier. The same rain beating on the roof when I was at the studio. Which i'm supposed to be away from but I threw that out the window. Anyway the city is still just as live as ever. People lined in the streets waiting to get into the nearest night club. I would be too but I'm too upset. Even though Morris invited me out again, I just lied and said I was tired. I had just wrapped up in the studio for the night about two hours ago and I decided to walk alone through the city. "It's not safe." That's what was Hannah screamed at me before I left. I'll be fine. I don't plan on walking through any dark alleys or getting in any vans for candy. I just needed to think about this Prince thing. This past month has thrown me for one hell of a loop. Sure we click and everything about him was irritatingly sexy. But he's with Vanity and I'm sorta with Michael. I was just someone he could annoy to and he was my brief entertainment. That's it right? We provide each other a shoulder to breathe on. But when I was with him I always felt like I was cheating on my baby. I actually love Michael. Always have. We've known each other for years. Starred in The Wiz together. I was the Dorothy to his scarecrow. We made "Ease on Down the Road" together, were on the Destiny tour together and everything. We've basically been best friends since I was 12. I shouldn't want anything else and I don't but what he did to me is almost unforgivable. But Prince is so different. He's so funny and caring but badass at the same time. He's such a jackass but for some fucked up ass reason, I love being around him. But when he hit me I just couldn't with him anymore.

As I walked on the sidewalk of a nearby apartment complex, suddenly a pair of clothes landed on the top of my head. I stopped and ripped them off my head as fast as I could. After the horrible realization that it was a pair of women panties. I don't think I could've thrown them to the ground any faster. When I looked up to see who the hell was throwing clothes off the balcony like an asshole. I saw a man and a woman on a balcony about five stories up. Its too dark and see any faces though. I squinted my eyes thinking that was gonna help make my vision clearer. It didn't. All I could see was the woman standing in a position with both of her legs spread far apart from each other and her hands are on the rail. The man is getting her from behind. Her moans and gasps of pleasure echo in the night air with each stroke as she swings her long hair out of her face. Maybe it's makeup sex. I thought to myself.

Weirdly, it reminds me of Prince. Maybe he'd get some inspiration for a song if he saw this. I chuckled to myself at the thought. I started to walk off, trying to cancel out this chicks moaning. He must be hitting her with the works if she's screaming like that. But then I stopped when the gleam of a purple motorcycle catches my eye. It's parked in the lot of the apartment complex and it looks a lot like the one Prince has. Coincidence? I started walking into the parking lot to get a closer look. Very identical. It actually had the same symbol on it ,same as Prince's. Then I noticed a notebook. A purple one at that. I opened it and it had lyrics to some songs as I flipped through. One particular page caught my eye. I took a closer look at the page with just chords written on it. It was titled "Purple Rain" Wait a got damn minute. Purple Rain. The Lake. Prince! This is his bike. Who the hell else would have a purple motorcycle. I looked back up at the two romancers on the balcony and took a harder stare. The sound of that woman's moans started to have a more familiar tone.
Vanity. I grit my teeth and walked off. I really can't be mad. They are a couple. But fuck it I am and I don't care. He's gonna beat me one night and hitting that bitch from the back the next. I swear she was non existent when we were together.

I took a cab home and when I got there Hannah was sleep. Since he wants to play games with my emotions. I'll play games with his.
I called up Morris.

"Hello"

"Well if it isn't Jasmyn" Morris laughed into the phone.

"Hey" I chuckled. "I'm bored can I come clubbing with you guys."

"Sure..but is Prince gonna be ok with that." He laughed at me. I could hear the laughter and music in the background. The sound of freedom and fun in the distance. I started to make my way into my closet.

"Who cares. He's not my boyfriend."
I smirked holding up a long sleeve black lace dress. "What club are y'all at"

"Vertigo..sweet thang"

"Be there in 20 minutes."

"Alright toots... I'll have Jerome will meet you outside"

"Alright bye" and I hung up.
I clapped my hand and jumped up and down. Silently of course. Didn't wanna wake up crazy. Tonight is gonna be.....amazing. I'm gonna forget all about 'he who shall not be named'
I pulled out my outfit and rushed to the shower.

After I got all done up and sexy. I looked in the mirror. "Yeah girl, you look 18 alright." I whispered to myself.
I left a note and grabbed my purse, jacket, and keys. Then ran to catch a cab. It wasn't that hard considering the fact that I was half naked. The streets were swollen with people. Light were beaming. The bass was bumping. I was trying to weave though the crowd and suddenly I felt someone grab my wrist and pull me foreword.

"Hey where the hell are you--" I yelled trying to wriggle my wrist free.

"It's me." Jerome yelled in my ear. I looked up at him an caught his warming smile.

"Hey Jerome." I smiled.

"Come on girl lets party." And with that he basically dragged me into the club. I had never been to club Vertigo.
It was supposedly one of the best clubs here. I can understand why. I was in awe looking around. The huge cavernous club was packed. People were dancing like mad. Video screens with wild and abstract graphics were suspended from the ceiling. There was smoke everywhere and the lights where illuminating the clothes in bright colors. The waitresses maneuvered the floor looking graceful holding plates of drinks. I had never drunk hard liquor before. I can get drunk off of a few glasses of champagne or even wine, but I'm up for anything tonight.

"Jasmyn decided to join the party" Jerome announced to everyone. And cheers and whistles followed. I started giggling when Morris grabbed my hand and made me do a 360 turn and pulled me closer to him.

"Damn..if you don't look like the finest wine tonight." Morris purred into my ear. I just smiled and faced everybody else.

"Have a drink girlfriend" Susan said handing me a shot.

"What is it?" I asked. It was clear but I swear it smelt like rubbing alcohol.

"Vodka" Susan giggled. "It's just a shot. Taste it."

I gave her an unsure look but shrugged it off and took it to the head. I shook my head trying to shake off how strong it was. Which was followed by a bunch of YEAAAAHs from the group. After three shots. I went to the dance floor hand in hand with Brenda and Susan and let all my problems fade away. I was actually having fun. I forgot about everything. The normal cycle of the night was about three or four drinks at the table and then back to the dance floor. I was delirious at this point in the night. I had a shit load of shots of random liquor. Î barely knew what my name was. But I was having the time of my life on the dance floor. I was dancing with a drink in my hand. I took the shot and put the drink on the girls tray while she was passing by and still continued to dance. I smiled because I was internally proud of myself for that.

As the night started to die down. I was completely slaughtered and so was everyone else. Everyone started to make their leave and Morris grabbed on to me.

"Come on girl" He was drunk off his ass. But I'm a drunk 17 year old. No business taking a taxi home alone.

We staggered down the alley. Obviously drunk. Morris pulled a flask out his coat.

"That was the best night ever." I attempted to say but my speech was slurred to the point where it wasn't even english anymore.

"Ain't nobody bad like me." Morris sung. I giggled and hiccuped.

"Morris your the best" and spontaneously kissed him on the cheek.

He fixed me with a sexy look and took a large gulp from his flask. Then gave it to me. Well I'm already drunk. What more can this hurt. I threw my head back and took a heavy gulp. The liquor coursing over my cheeks. I'm drunk beyond belief but I can still feel his eyes devouring me. I tucked his flask in my jacket pocket. Morris opened the Caddy door.

Then I stopped. Trying to stop him from drunkly pushing me in the car.

"Where's Jerome?" I asked.

"In his skin." He laughed still nudging me into the Caddy.

"Is he coming?"

"I gave him the night off."

"Why?" 

He staggered backwards and started to hump the air.

I busted into a drunk laughing fit. Just then I heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance and by the way Morris was looking around. He heard it too. We were looking around trying to see where it was coming from. Suddenly Prince blasts around the corner full out. He streaks by Morris and kicks him flat on his ass into the garbage.

"Oh no---Oh God--Oh no" Morris wailed.

Prince slide to a slick stop. I was transfixed. He twists the throttle and comes straight for me. I panicked and clumsily ran down another alley. He whips after me like a madman. Wasn't he just with Vanity? Why is he chasing me? I turned around the nearest corner. Fuck! Dead end. I heard him come to a stop behind me. I turned around and we had a brief stare down.

"Get on" he yelled. I really don't have time for this. I'm drunk I'm tired. I just wanna go home. So I put aside everything and got on the damn bike.

He guns the bike and burst through the alley. Morris jumps into his path waving his arms "Stop. Stop." But Prince guns straight for him. Thank God Morris wasn't too drunk that he didn't jump out the way to safety.

"Motherfucker. You long haired faggot." I heard him scream in the distance.

Prince was going faster than usual. He was whipping down the highways. I closed my eyes and held onto him unusually tight. We streaked down the road. Slow. Then whipped down into a small embankment under a highway. As soon as he stopped the bike. I was beyond pissed. I angrily staggered off the bike. My head was pounding and I was feeling nauseous.

"So here we are again. What do you want from me now. Shouldn't you be fucking Vanity right about now." My speech was slurred and i'm pretty sire he didn't understand what I was saying but I didn't care. He looked at me painfully upset. 

"What do you want from me now. Huh? We have nothing to talk about. What's your problem. Your main problem."

"No problem. I just wanted to talk, alright? I just want us to be okay, to get along. Nothing else."

"After how you've been treating me. You expect us to be okay..." I scoffed at him. "But hey atleast you got what you wanted." I started staggering fell flat on my ass. I hoisted myself up. "Psssh nothing else." I pulled the flask from the my jacket pocket. His eyes blackened.

"Give me that." He held his hand out.

"I will not. Your not the boss of me." I put it to my lips.

"Please don't drink that. Give that to me."

Just to be a bitch. I looked directly in his eyes and took a swig. He lashed out at me and smacked the flask out my hand. So my fighting instinct kicked it. I screamed as I slapped him across the face. He was shocked for a moment but suddenly he savagely backhanded me across the jaw. I started crying but I was still pissed. I hit the ground like a rag doll but when I got there I wasn't done yet. I slapped him as hard as I could across in the face. He growled at me and grabbed my hands while I was kicking and screaming. He squeezed my hands and tight as he could and I screamed and kicked him where I knew it would hurt. He grunted but then he kissed me. Roughly. But he kissed me. I felt him reach under my dress and rip my panties in two. I actually liked these. They were purple and lacy. I heard him unbutton his pants. That's when I got scared, I started fighting but somehow I couldn't get up. I strained but I reached my head over and bit his wrists. He screamed and let me go. I moved away as fast as I could, my head was spinning like a bitch so it couldn't move extremely quickly. I stumbled up the embankment, and I felt hot tears running down my face. I ran into the highway waving my hands above my head. A car slams on its brakes, skids wildly across the road, finally coming to a screeching, burning stop inches away from my thigh. My heart was racing 100 miles a minute. I looked back at Prince but he had the plainest look on his face.

"Oh my God! are you ok?" the woman
screamed rolling her window down. She was a pretty young lady, looked about 25, blonde hair and bright hazel eyes.

"I need a ride." I said my voice shaking. She leaned across the seat and opened the door. I got in as she skid off into the  night.