"You think he's what makes the sun shine but Jasmyn he's not. He's what makes your eyes tear and your heart bleed. He's the thoughts in your head that rip you apart, and my God, I know you love him but he's killing you."

I took a deep breathe, rolling my eyes. Hannah's been worried about me again because I've been locking myself in the studio again, I haven't been talking as much, I haven't been eating as much blah blah blah. "Are we done here?"

She groaned. "Jasmyn...please we're all worried about you..."

"I know and I'm fine." I adjusted the phone against my ear, my wrist was hurting from holding it so long. I glanced over at the clock: 10:30.

She was rambling but I didn't hear anything was saying, I heard the sounds but I couldn't make out the words, nor did I care too. "Look I'm going to bed ok."

"Jasm-"

"Goodnight." I hung up the phone and places it back on the hook.

"Peace at last..." I sighed and picked back up my notebook.

Everything fell silent, all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. That is except for the sound of my pen in my notebook. I was just writing my random thoughts down, that was the only way I could get my feelings out. It's what my new therapist suggested, Angela recommended me to get psychoanalyzed. She says my anger is rooted in deeper issues and it starts with my childhood. I have deeper rooted mental issues. So basically I'm paying people to hear what I already know.

How can someone that's supposed to make you feel so complete, end up leaving you so empty.

If I told you my secrets you'd never look at me the same way again.

Why does emptiness feel so heavy?

What is Love?

I analyzed that question. I wrote under that a few years ago. Surrounding it were lots of misshapen hearts and badly drawn stars. I was never much of an artist. I had my good and bad days. The words written underneath it were almost hysterical to me now. Happy, Joy, Laughter. Marriage. Kids. Eternal.

"Bullshit.." I erased all those words and the hearts surrounding it.

Love is pain. Love is butterflies and stomachaches. Love is giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else.

I dropped the pen and rubbed my eyes, I reached over for my allergy pill bottle. I refused to have another insomniac night. I grabbed my water bottle and tossed my head back to take the pills. As I put my bottle back on my nightstand, I glanced over at the key Prince gave me, I had been carrying it around for two days trying to understand what he meant. I wanted to bring it to Angela but I mean I didn't wanna tell her everything.

Are U Aware U're My Lifeline, Are U Tryna Kill Me ~ Prince

"What the fuck does a key have to do with that?" I knitted my brows in thought. "Are you aware...lifeline..key." I groaned and flopped back into the bed.

Those words have practically haunted me. It didn't make any damn sense with the key. It was pissing me off that I couldn't figure it out,and worst of all I could barely think with that damn sound raping my ears. I'm pretty sure it was my doorbell.

I flipped my sheets back, pissed as hell. I swung the bedroom door open, letting it crash into the walls and rushed into the hallway, searching for the cause of that infuriating sound.

It was in fact the doorbell and it echoed through the house. I groaned at the sound. "Who the fuck is that? What fuckin' time is it!!"

I stomped down the stairs, and into the foyer. I hopped up several times to look through the peephole but it was black, whoever it was had it covered.

"I'm not opening the door until I can see your face." I called out to the night time visitor.

"If two people really loved each other, they couldn't be separated no matter what happened."

"I'm not letting you in here..." I starting backing away from the door.

"Jasmyn just open the door..."

"Why are you torturing me Prince?" At that very moment, Hannah's words went through my head.

"...my God, I know you love him but he's killing you."

"Alright I'm coming in then." I heard the jingling of keys and then my handle turned. He stepped into my foyer, clad in an all orange suit. Once again everything was orange on him but his white tie and the various white buttons adorning it. He was blinding. He was beautiful.

He smiled at the keys in satisfaction. "Not bad."

I raised my brow. "How did you get keys to my house?"

He giggled. "Naomi."

I made a mental not to punch her in the chest next time I see her. "Why are you here?"

"Your birthday is tomorrow..."

"So what your on tour." I rested both hands on my hips.

"I can't schedule a show on your birthday. I haven't played on August 16th since the day you tumbled down my stairs." he closed the door behind him and wiped his shoes off on the welcome mat. At least he has good manners.

I shrugged. "Madonna's birthday is August 16th too."

"Your point."

I didn't have time for this, I threw my hands up in defeat. "I'm leaving."

I grabbed my bag out the chair, where I left it when I came home, but Prince ripped it out my hand tosses it across the room.

"That's a 3,000 dollar bag!" I pointed at him sternly. He grabbed me by upper arms and shook me vigorously, my eyes widened.

"Boy have you lost your damn mind!!"

"Will you just listen to me!!"

"Bite me!!" I stomped my foot as hard as I could onto his, making him winced in pain letting me go. I took the chance to shake out his grip and snatch my bag up. I knew it wasn't gonna have time to make it outside so I ditched my bag but throwing it at his head. Bitch move but hey. He's basically trespassing.

I shrieked as I tried to quickly run up the stairs, I was panicking so bad I tripped but quickly regained my step when I saw that Prince was hot in my trail.

I made it to the hallway and I could see the my bedroom in the distance. He grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me down to the ground, locking his arms around me in a bear hug, squeezing me as tight as he could.

"Will you stop running from me lil' girl."

"Leave me alone!!"

"I didn't wanna hurt you with the truth."

"So you comforted me with a lie Prince, you piece of shit!! Get off of me!" I fought like trying to get out of his grip, he was actually hurting me, I could barely breathe.

"No not before you listen to me."

"Fine." I lied, I stopped struggling and went limp on the floors

"Are you calm?" he squinted, watching me closely.

I nodded my head and he let go. Once I was sure he wasn't thinking, I punched him in the stomach and made a run for it. He grabbed my hair and pulled me down to the hardwood floor. I banged my knee which made me me see stars for a few seconds.

"You fight like a hamster..."

I cut my eyes at him. "You little shit.." I grabbed his leg making him fall with me. I quickly spun around and began to crawl down the hall. He grabbed my foot and yanked me towards him.

I groaned as I slide across the floor on my rugs. I made another mental note change my flooring to carpet.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, kicking my foot to get it out of his grip but he wouldn't let go.

I spun around and kicked him in the face. His eyes went wide. He stood up on his knees and yanked me towards him as hard as he could causing to squeal.

"Please no!" I cried out, guarding my face as if I was certain he would hit me. I mean not like I didn't deserve it. I would hit me too. He gave me a final tug and I was now laying with a leg on either side of his knee. He pent my arms over my head with one hand and grabbed her face with the other.

He was completely out of breathe. "Now....you...little.....bitch"

"For someone who's always onstage you have bitch nigga stamina." I taunted him, trying to wriggle my face out of his grasp.

He opened his mouth to speak but before he could get out another word, I kneed him where it knew it would hurt. He whimpered and almost in slow motion, fell over onto the ground holding himself.

I took that chance to take off down the hall to my room and I made sure I locked the door behind myself.

I pulled my suitcases out my closet and hastily opened all of them.

"Jasmyn!! Jasmyn!!" He called after me, beating on the door.

"Get out of my house Prince!!" I threw my suitcase onto the bed and started ripping open all of my drawers.

I screamed when I heard him starting to beat on the door, as if he was trying to break it down.

"ARE YOU CRAZY!?!" I was frozen, watching as my door was being broken down. My heart nearly stopped when my now broken door busted open. He heaved his chest up and down, little beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked pissed.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep myself calm. I felt as if a gear in my head had switched. My hand started to shake, and my breathing became heavier. I shook my head and tried to continue packing.

"Where are you going?" He was following me behind as I was packing. His heavy breathing was clouding my ability to think straight.

"Back home.." I balled up my shorts and smashed them into my suitcase. "And I mean New Orleans. This is too crazy, the very thought of you drives me closer and closer to a mental hospital."

"Jasmyn would you listen to me for ten seconds atleast!!! Ten fucking seconds."

"You better lower yo' damn voice..." I warned him, zipping up my suitcase and rolling it by the door.

"My God..your so mad. Everytime I speak to you your have a fucking attitude."

I whipped around so that I was face to face with him. I was appalled. "How dare you criticize me for being upset." I poked him in the chest as hard as I could. "Me and you spent all year together, all the while you had another bitch with an engagement ring on her finger. I have every right to my fuckin' attitude."

"Well for one Jasmyn, you had a boyfriend let's get that straight first don't make me the bad guy here. Two, I never saw you past the New Orleans show..you went M.I.A on me in 84'. I mean come on Jasmyn..we were just having fun most of the time."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. "Fun?...all those times we talked late at night, all those times I confided into you meant nothing." I chuckled a little, nothing was funny but I just felt stupid once again. "You ...you hurt me more than that I deserve. I may not be the best person but I-"

He exhaled. "That is not what I meant-"

"No Prince...no.." I pushed past him and ripped open another drawer trying to gather as many clothes as I could into my drawer.

"Jasmyn ok...it started that way yes but then I really got to know you. I really got to know you. And you were the most amazing girl I have ever met and for the first time in my life I met someone that was like me and I-"

I put my hand up in his face stopping him "Save the melodramatic bullshit ok everything that comes out of your mouth, lost its credibility."

"See that's your problem you never let me get a word out I can't even finish a fucking thought-"

"Jesus Christ, I wish I would've never met you.."

"Your a empty shell of a woman you know that." He poked me in the forehead hard. "Empty shell of a woman."

"And you know what you are!!!"

"Oh what am I now? A Jackass?" he pouted, mocking me.

"YOUR DISGUSTING!! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN SMOOTH TALK AND BULLY ME INTO FEELING WHATEVER YOU WANT ME TO FEEL!!"

He waved me off, trying to dismiss the subject.

I rolled my eyes and went back to packing up my bags. "Your in a mess Prince, this whole situation is a fucking mess."

"Oh yeah, I'm the one in a mess." He kept pulling things out my bag as I was packing it, once again.

"And your in denial..."

"Raise your words not your voice it's rain that grows flowers not thunder."

I snatched my Chanel sweater from him. "Can you stop the with philosophical babble and just talk like a regular person for once...please." my voice cracked, I hadn't noticed but I was crying.

"Fine fine fine." He put his hands up in mock surrender, before snatching my sweater out my bag once again.

I glared at him. "I pity you Prince, all I see when I look at you is someone compensating for a shitty personal life by sleeping with as many women as he can, and then throwing away any good relationships and playing the victim because he has commitment issues. Your not a little boy anymore. Grow the fuck up Prince!!" I pushed him in the chest and before I knew if he swung his hand across my face, sending me crashing to the ground.

Too many memories came back all in that one moment, but I wasn't gonna let it go down like that again. "Is that all you got?"

I jumped up and swung my fist across his face with every inch of anger I had in my body. He pushed me back down onto the ground and pinned my arms. "Will you stop fighting me."

I kneed him in the balls once again, this time he tightened his grip around. Next thing I knew his hands wrapped around my throat, picking my head up and slamming it onto the ground. I gasped, weakily. My airways feeling restricted.

His deep voice turned into a growl. "You wanna fight huh? "

I scratched at his hands, wheezing for air. He tightened his grip the more I fought.

I spit in his face. "Bitch."

He shot his hands to his eyes, letting me go. I inhaled as much air as I could, while he was vulnerable. As he was cursing me trying to get my DNA out of his eye, I balled my fist and swung, hitting him dead in the jaw. He tumbled off top of me, holding his mouth, which I once again drew blood from.

I ran across the room to get away from him, holding my throat that I knew was gonna be bruised.

"You tried to kill me!!" I screamed through my tears.

He got up, murder in his eyes and started walking towards me. "I swear to God, i'm so sick of this shit Jasmyn."

I ran to another corner of the room, but he caught me and grabbed my neck, he grabbed me by my hair and threw me into the wall, causing me to hit my head really hard on the floor. It felt like the room was spinning as pain shot threw my body. All of a sudden I felt a blow to my stomach. He started kicking me like there was no tomorrow. I screamed and begged for him to stop. I didn't know where any of this was coming from, Prince said he'd never hit a woman. Maybe he has finally snapped.

He finally stopped and knelted down in front of me, picking my head up by my hair.

"You said you like to fight Jasmyn, wheres your fight at?" he slapped me back down with the back of his hand.

"Right here!" I swung my elbow back hitting him in the nose, he flipped onto my stomach and kicked him back with both my feet, sending him away from me. I shakily made my way to my feet. I crawled onto the bed and grabbed at one of the lamps on the nightstand.

He grabbed my ankle and started to pull me back onto the floor, his nose gushing blood. I bashed the lamp over his head. The room went slightly darker and he plummeted to the ground.

I immediately regretted everything, seeing him holding his head in pain. I saw him touch his hand to his head each time having more and more blood on his hand.

"My baby boy.." I mumbled to myself, I dropped the pieces of the lamp and contemplated on whether I was gonna crawl to his aid but he stood up and he did not look happy.

His eyes fluttered trying to keep himself from passing out. "Prince look.." I held my hands up to stop him before he started. "I think you could have a concussion."

"You wanna go bitch, let's go." He pulled off his jacket and wiped the blood dribbling from his mouth and beckoned me with his hands.

I raised my brow. "Ok then fuck you."  I pushed off the bed, and jumped on him, tackling him to the ground. I quickly got on top of him and started to throw blows. All of the anger I felt gave me the strength to keep him down long enough to do so. I only got about five blows in before he flipped me onto my stomach, taking a handful of my hair and bashing it back on the ground. I screamed out in agony. My nose was spilling with blood, it was puddles of blood all over the floors. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I was losing the ability to see straight and I felt like one of us wasn't gonna make it to the morning. But Prince wouldn't kill me, he wouldn't kill anybody. That ludicrous to think, we both have too much to lose.

"P-please stop hurting me...please." I cried holding my hands to my face. I was begging for my life at this point.

"No Jasmyn you wanna fight...lets fight then." he yelled, yanking me up by my hair yet again. The pain in my body was unbearable, not to mention the burning feeling I have on my scalp from all this hair pulling.

He threw me on the bed and we starting wrestling. Punching, scratching, kicking at each other. Our blood was everywhere. It was coming from our noses, our mouths and any other body parts where our scratches broke skin. He flipped us over to where he was on top, I refused to let him choke me again, and I grabbed onto his wrists and held him off as long as he could. He was extremely strong for a little man.

My arms buckled under the pressure and he got his hands around my throat but before he could apply any pressure, I decked him in his jaw again, making him fall to the side.

My adrenaline made me forget all about my pain as I shot up and dashed to the door, tripping over the bed railing in the process. I ran out into the hall way, trying to make my way down the stairs until Prince jumped me from behind sending us both hurtling down the staircase. I heard cracking sounds each step we hit, but I wasn't sure if it was coming from me or him.

Once we reached the bottom, we laid there motionless. I felt myself wanting to black out but I fought with everything I had inside me to stay alert. I'm surprised I made it this far.

I slowly tried to get up but the pain was to much, but I put all that aside and fought the pain and got on my knees. I crawled anywhere my legs could take me until l I just fell down. The pain took over my body. I just laid there bloody and beaten, just staring at the ceiling while my tears fell to my ears. I heard Prince groan. My heart kicked into high gear again, it took everything in me but I flipped over onto my stomach. I heard him whimpering. He was crying? Why was he crying, he just beat the fuck out of me. Granted, I bashed his head in with a lamp but that's neither here nor there.

"I'm sorry!!" he sobbed. "I don't know how many time I can say it..I didn't mean to lead you on."

"Prince you made me believe that all those years that we had something, when I was the side piece. You have driven me insane and damn near of the fucking ledge since I was 17. You still don't get the fucking point, I'm not mad that you lied to me. I'm mad that I wasn't worth the truth...."

"But you are worth the truth." he cried out. He flipped over to his stomach and slid his way over to me. I couldn't move. I just watched him slide in my direction, with a determined look on his face.

"What are you doing?" I knitted my brows at him.

"We're going for a ride" he said unusually calm, as he got closer.

My eyes widened as I saw him make his way to his feet. I knew for a fact that he could find the strength that I could. I scrambled to my feet, my legs feelings as thought they were about to buckle. I didn't care. He wasn't taking me away again, not after upstairs. He's not in his right mind right now.

He was shaking, their were tears in his eyes but there was some determination in his eyes that I could understand. I crawled up onto the couch, the closer he got the more I backed up until I fell over the backside. I had the breathe knocked out of me but I wouldn't let that stop me. Images of my mother fighting off my father came back, she never went down and neither will I. I'm a fighter from birth.

He grabbed me by my ankle and yanked me across the living room, into the foyer. I kicked him off with the last little bit of strength I had. I screamed bloody murder as he pulled me out the door, I could see the blood trail I was leaving on the floor. My house looked like a murder scene. He opened the door and I screamed, and cried, and screamed, and cried  until everything went blank.

I awoke laying back in a seat of some sort, from the sounds of it. I was on a plane. My head was banging and my body was aching. It was hard but I sat up. I scanned my body and I noticed I was bandaged up, there were blood stains on my pillow

"Your awake." My head shot up and I saw Prince sitting across from me.

I scrambled out the seat, my legs getting tangled in the sheets making my trip and fall and hit the ground.

"Calm down, calm down...your ok everything is ok.." he held both his hands up, inching towards me.

I shook my head furiously, tears starting to cloud my vision. "Y-your a monster...."

He took a deep breathe. "Jasmyn baby I didn't come to fight you tonight. I promise you that was not my intention. I don't know what happened."

He crept closer to me but I backed away again, tears spilling out over my cheeks."I bet you don't treat Susannah like this.."

He held up his hand and revealed that the ring was gone.

"So you think just because you broke off an engagement that I'm just gonna run back to you with open arms? I'm beaten and bloodied. My mother dealt with that but I refuse to let a man treat me like-"

He sighed cutting me off. "I know baby....I know."

"Fellow associate." I rolled my neck, which I immediately regretted considering the bruises had fully formed by now. It's not like Prince looked any better. He was scratched up and scarred as much as I was, dried blood still on our clothes. We were a mess.

He sat back on the floor away from me, I finally relaxed my body again the wall of the plane. "I found this..."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out and article clipping. He reached to hand it to me but I gave him a look to stay where he was, so he sat it in the middle.

I crawled over to it and read it for myself.

Prince's Princess

Your eyes are evidence that the songstress Jasmyn is extraordinarily beautiful. And we're guessing that on a recent foggy night outside a swank London disco, rock superstar Prince thought the same thing. The duo reportedly shared a delightful evening together, dancing, drinking, and. . . well, who knows?

I read the date at the bottom of the page, it said 1984.

"You kept this?"

"Sometimes a memory isn't enough. You need a souvenir." he smiled softly, pulling his legs up and resting his head back on the side of the plane.

"Why me?" I asked, the words just spilled out but I really wanted to know.

"Huh?"

"You could have any girl you want..any bitch..but your so hell bent over me. Why?"

" Hm" he furrowed his brows in thought. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know." I said, lowly. It's not that I didn't think I was deserving of him. Well... maybe it is.

"Why would you ask something like that? You say that as if you don't think your very deserving."

"Well I'm not the easiest person to deal with."

"Shit.." he chuckled. "No you aren't."

I rolled my eyes. "See I can't talk to you sometimes."

"No no I'm here talk to me."

I decided to flip the subject because the last thing I wanna do is talk to the man that just beat me half to death. "How's the band going?"

"The Revolution is over."

I was not expecting that. "Wait what?!?"

"Yeap...." he sighed heavily. "After the tour, it's over between us..."

"So, breaking up with Susannah did end it for you guys?"

"No, I fired Wendy and Lisa first.....then Susannah left."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I pulled my legs to my chest, which was hurting so I stopped.

"You know what I just realized.." He leaned his head forward to look at me. "I hated going roller skating with you....you suck. I know I said it was cute but I was irritated with you the entire night you fell every 45 seconds."

I squinted at his sudden confession.

"Excuse me-"

"And I can't stand the way you bite apples. I once again said it was cute but it makes me want to blow my brains out. Why do you suck then bite? There's no need for that Jasmyn. You punched me in the face one time when we were asleep. If your wondering how you got on the floor the next morning it's because I kicked you there. "

I gasped and touched my side in realization."I was sore for 3 days!!"

"I put my shoes on before I did it too!!"

I gasped even louder. "You asshole!"

"And by the way..... those pants did make you look fat."

"You bitch!!" I was appalled.

He put his hands up to stop me before I even started. "That last one was a lie but that was the last one. I promise." I stared at him in disbelief. Last one as in last lie?

"Cross my heart." He assured me. "Now it's your turn."

"Ok." I started folding up the article into a airplane. "I overheard Wendy and Susannah talking about how you've known me since I was a teenager. How you got me roses one time and waited for me to get them or something like that." I didn't remember much of what she said, its been a while plus he practically bashed my brains out back at my house.

"She's right actually you were uh- you were my celebrity crush for a really long time. I used to watch your videos when they came on TV, your interviews. I was, surprisingly ....a big fan of you when you first came out, those high notes you hit. Brilliant."

I raised my eyebrow, fully confused. "You loved when I was in tutus and pinky fluffy dresses singing about poppin' pink champange and boyfriend material. That doesn't really seem like your type."

"I take that back I really started to like you started to lose more clothes." He looked up to count. "Which is around 80' like Break Free, Problem and Love Me Harder. Those songs."

I scrunched my face up at the fact that he sexualized at 15 year old then shrugged when I understood. I was pretty hot in those days, plus older guys did hit on me a lot during those years. I had a baby face of course but I was a little more shaped up than usual.

"I remember when I first saw you in person and knew it was you. It was backstage at the-" He paused to yawn. "At the American Music Awards yeah. The American Music Awards and I saw you when you were coming from your dressing room. You were about to perform you had on this black long sleeve lace dress. It was see through." He noted, I rolled my eyes at his recollection of that one detail.

"You had this red lipstick on it was kind of dark but not too dark ya'know." He smiled obviously now deep in his memory.

"Your eyes man your eyes." He whistled. "I have never seen more beautiful eyes on a girl in my life. So deep and so dark."

I blushed a little, he's always told me he loved my eyes. I never thought much of them because their brown but I'm glad someone appreciates my brown eyes.

"I remember this because I was talking to Vanity, this is the night we just met, and I remember I .......stopped talking to her and I turned and watched you the entire way out. You passed by me and you left this scent. This mango scent."

"Oh my God!" I mumbled, big smile on my face. I was actually astonished that he remembered me.

"It was almost slow motion. I saw you but you didn't see me. All I remember thinking as you passed by was God she's gorgeous." He chuckled a little to himself . My face softened at the simple fact that he remembered all of this.

"I rushed to go see you perform and I'm glad I did. Your voice, you don't need gimmicks. You don't need dancers and props and light. All you need a a piano, maybe a small horn section and a microphone. I was mesmerized that night." He chuckled to himself. "That night I told my friend Andre that you were my future wife."

I was hit with immediate déjà vu. "Say that's again"

"What future wife?"

I gasped. "That was you!! You were backstage at my concert that day. You wer-Oh my god!! Your hazel eyes!!"

"Bravo!" He clapped, unamused. "And I would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids."

I rolled my eyes, I can't believe he's downplaying this. "Prince I've known you practically my whole life. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Eh." He shrugged. "I didn't feel like it was needed."

"Oh I've practically stalked you my whole life would've been nice."

"Well it wasn't your looks that I was necessarily draw to."

Nigga. I turned my lip up at him. "Please tell me again how I'm ugly but my personality looks great today."

"Will you just shutup ....just shut the fuck up for 3 damn seconds!!"

"Yell at me one more damn time lil' nigga! I'll bop the fuck out'chu" I didn't mean it thought. I wasn't ready to fight again for a while.

He groaned, running his hand down his face. "Your impossible."

"Aren't I a joy to be around?" I smirked.

"You are actually for some odd reason. Your irritating, you try my patience, run my blood pressure up. Your voice gets annoyingly high when your excited-"

"Why don't you just slap me in the face?"

He titled his head to the side at me, staring at me for a minute. "........Come on now."

"It's not funny..."

He shrugged. "I never made a joke, you did.."

"I did not!!"

"Fine then, i'm sorry that your sensitive as hell."

"Is this your first apology?"

"No actually I've had to apologize to your overly sensitive ass more than I can count."

"Why are you such a jackass?"

"Same reason your a flaming bitch." he shot back almost immediately.

I crossed my arms in a huffe, I was still sore but I also had an attitude and my attitude always won.

"Oh I remember you had on this silver plastic looking high waisted mini skirt and a crop top to match. Your hair was in this high half up half down ponytail, really big and your curls were really nice that day. Oh and your makeup you had this purple mauve lipstick on." he sighed smiling. I couldn't help that he made me smile that he remembered all of that about me. "You were 15 at the time and I was about to be 22 which made it kind of weird for me approach you so I watched you from a distance."

"So you sent me flowers and stuff." I said, pulling it all together.

"I may have had a crush on a teenager but I was a gentleman about it."

I held my hands up in defense. "Hey never said anything bad about it."

"I remember when you waved at me that day. You had the prettiest smile on your face. That's the first thing I noticed about you actually, you smile and your cheeks get really high. You look somewhat your age with your hair long.?"

"So they tell me." I rolled my eyes. That the main reason I worked so hair to grow my hair out. People told me I looked my age when I wore my long box braid, so I was like maybe if my hair was waist length then boom I might look 19 by the time i'm 25.

"You aren't shaped like one I'll tell you that mama" he flicked his tounge at me, making me bust into laughter.

Everything went silent between us, we didn't talk the rest of the flight. I got lost in my thought and I started to reminisce about our fight earlier. I could feel his hand wrapped around my throat again.

That's when I started to give him the cold shoulder. I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. I could just see my mother fighting off my father again, and him blaming her. Telling her if she would've done this or that then he wouldn't have hit her. My stomach churned at that thought. I couldn't even look at Prince when we got to the car.

I felt him keep casting glance at me as we were driving, I was tapping my foot like a maniac trying to keep myself calm.

"Your gonna put a hole in my floor."

"You beat me, dragged me out the house and expect me to be nice?"

He went quiet at that and didn't talk the rest of the drive. He opened the door for me but I closed it back and opened it myself.

"Okay what...the fuck.."

I rolled my eyes and walked ahead of him, I was freezing in this Minnesota night time air.

"Here do you want your coat...?" he took it off his arm and held it out.

I glared at him and then the coat before snatching it from him and putting it on myself.

"Ok..."

We walked along until we reached again the unfinished building that would one day be known as Paisley Park.

"I'm not doing this again..."

"Doing what again.." he sounded irritated.

"Why are you torturing me?" words were just spilling out of my mouth this point.

"What do you mean torture you?"

"Prince I'm tired ok, I don't wanna argue and fight anymore, my head is hurting like a bitch."

He shrugged. "Maybe I wanna fight."

"I don't!!"

"Well what are you gonna do, never feel anything? How are you gonna make it through life like that?"

"I don't know...I'll figure it out..."

There was a silence between us, he cut his eyes looking me once over. We were both bloodied, bruised, and damn tired. My medicine was starting to kick in and I was reaching my drowsy phase.

"Your messed up.."

"I am.." I wiped the tears that were somehow starting to come down my cheeks. "But I can handle my self. I don't need you to take care of me, I never did.."

"At the rate your going you won't make it to 25, you'll be lucky if you make it to 22.."

I was a little taken a back by that, but I didn't let him see that. "Screw you!! I take care of myself, that's what I do and that's what I've always done. You know what Prince why don't you find some other girl to mercilessly mind fuck.."

"Because I love you..."

I pushed him in the chest one time, then again and again and again.

"It's obvious Jasmyn I completely love you..."

"Shutup Prince..." I pushed him into a pole and kept pushing him and pushing him, with the little energy I had left.

"Oh you are such a wimp.."

"I am not a wimp.."

"Then be with me.."

"No!!"

"So your gonna fight me again...is that what your gonna do your entire life, huh? Throw a punch and think it'll go away.."

"Leave me alone!!"

"It won't go away, I was here in the beginning mama and I'll be here forever more."

"Stop!!" I yelled, not wanting to emotionally invest myself in this beautiful man again.

"I hurt you and I'm sorry...I don't know why I wasted so much time leading you on..." He put his hands up surrendering himself as I mercilessly pushed him around the construction sight. "I just never wanted to feel like this."

"Oh yeah like what..?"

"Bound to somebody...Jasmyn I love you I'm totally and completely in love with you and I don't care if you think it's a lie, but I'm saying it.."

I stopped, I was finally out of breathe. I couldn't fight anymore. I leaned my head into his chest, letting his arms wrap around me. By nature I slunk my arms under his, my hands cupping his shoulders. I noticed the blood on his shirt, it could be mine. It could be his. That's how twisted what we had was.

Maybe that was his plan. Tire me out to no end, that's was the only way either of us would get all our feelings out.

"Hey..."

I titled my head up, my chin resting on his chest. It's not like he was much taller than me but in his heels it was 5'0" compared to his 5'6"

"What Prince...what else could you possibly want from me..."

"Happy Birthday.." he smiled, kissing my forehead.

Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway
cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché
An innocent love un-misunderstood
Black hour glass
Toast to cliché's in a dark past