"You have to be fuckin' kiddin' me!" He hit the steering wheel. A loud bang echoed through the car and it made me jump, I felt a chill run down my spine and I honestly got a little scared. I know I shouldn't have been scare because I hit him first but his voice got this dark tone to it that I had never really heard before. So that was letting me know that from this point on that he's not responsible for any of his actions.

He pulled the car over roughly, making my body fly foreword stretching the seatbelt to maximum capacity.

"What the fuck!!"

He held his finger up at be and started blotting his mouth with his fingers to see if he was still bleeding. He was, I wanted to tell him but i'm sure he knew, and i'm sure he wasn't in the mood for sarcasm.

He grimaced at the sight of the blood, somewhat surprised at the amount that it was.

I crossed my arm in a huff. "I wanna go home!"

He glared at me, then opened the door and leaned his head out spitting out the blood. He swung his feet over the side so his back was facing me.

"I know this bitch did not just-" He groaned under his breathe in frustration. He sunk his teeth into his clenched fist, taking sharp breathes, trying to keep himself calm and take his mind off the pain.

He was scaring me a little to be honest so I opened the car door, to give myself a sense of comfort. I was gonna walk home if I needed to. It was probably a mile until we got back into the city from there I could take a taxi to my house.

I reached in the backseat and grabbed my purse, trying to pull my things together.

"Jasmyn where are you going?" I smacked my teeth and scowled at him.

"Excuse me?" I stepped one foot out the car and he leaned over and grabbed my wrist stopping me.

"I said where you going?"

"You don't own me."

"Your my woman ain't you."

I scrunched my face up at that. My woman. Yeah i'm your woman. Susannah's your woman. I'm sure Sheila's your woman. Your probably fucking Susan Rogers too.

"I don't see no rings on these fingers."

He groaned and leaned back out the car to spit out some more blood.

"Are you gon' put a ring on this finger?" I asked him, his eyes went blank. That was my answer.

"Jasmyn." he moaned, clearly annoyed with me. You can tell by the tone of his voice that he was pissed off with me and his sanity was hanging on by a thread.

"Well then you don't own me then Prince." I mocked him. He pressed the side of his fist to his forehead, and inhaled through his teeth. I yanked my arm away from him and got out the car. I slammed the door hard as hell, I was pushing the limits today I really was.

He stood up and looked at me over the hood of the car. We're both small and  we couldn't see eachother that well so we moved to the side to the hood of the car.

"What are you doing?"

"First of all let me tell you somethin'. I don't give a fuck who you are and what you have ok. You have a whole lot of fuckin' nerve treating me the way you treat me."

"With fucking respect!?" He furrowed his brows with confusion.

"Like a side piece Prince!!"

"I was taught to treat people how the want to be treated and you nearly breaking my fuckin' jaw isn't classified as respectful."

I rolled my eyes at him because one he was right and two he wasn't getting the point of what i'm saying. 

"If we aren't gonna be official then I come and go as I please. I don't answer to my father I ain't gon' answer to no man neither. Ain't no man that i'm not committed to gon' ask me where i'm goin'. Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You got a whole lot of fuckin' nerve. Nobody owns me. I own myself. I am my own person."

"What I just-Oh my god." He threw his hands up exhausted. "She has lost her fucking mind." He walked around with his hand on his hips, mumbling to himself trying to figure things out. Casting occastional glanced at me

"What the hell is wrong with you? Where is all this coming from?"

I shrugged. I didn't know where it was coming from. It started brewing after Michael and I broke up. It seemed like the longer I was single. The more I realized that Prince wasn't. He got closer to the hood of the car, he squinted in disbelief.

"So you crack the side of my skull but you don't have the decency to give me a straight answer?"

"Do you love me Prince?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"We aren't talking about that." He pointed, sternly.

"Wow." I laughed, and looked down kicking my feet. I felt the tears started to well in my eyes. So he still can't say he loves me. Yeah he's said it but he never meant it.

"I'm sorry for hitting you. Take me home." I croaked out, I. walked over and opened the door of the car. I didn't wanna be here anymore, especially not with him.

"No no I know you are not crying. I should be fuckin' cryin'." He walked over and slammed the door closed. He placed both his hands on either side of me, closing me in. He was breathing hard, almost growling.

"We aren't done, we have to talk about this!!"

"Ah actually we don't."

"Yes we do mama." he mocked me. Mama. Thank God. This man has patience sent straight from heaven.

"Fine!!" I yelled and crossed my arms. Boy was I pushing it today. I turned my face to the side because he was so close and I felt a little suffocated. "But I gotta say technically, I didn't even do anything wrong."

"What!" he yelled angrily. I jumped a little. "You didn't do anything wrong?!"

"I said I didn't technically."

"Okay let's start with the fact that your "sorry" He started, making quote marks with his fingers. "You punched me in the face. That was completely uncalled for and honestly quite childish. And it was the other way around I'd be sitting in jail right now."

I held my finger up a little, trying to get a word in. "Look, can I just stop you right there for a second?" I tried to laugh a little trying to ease the tensions. It didn't work his stayed Ford tough in the face. "Technically This makes us even because you slapped me a few years ago so there."

Prince just looked at me.

"You were saying?"

"You, baby, have the biggest balls on the planet. Mama I commend you."

Oh Lord.

"You." He slammed his finger into my forehead. "you have a lot of fuckin' nerve bringing that up as if that compares to this." He gestured to his busted lip and he probably has a chipped tooth. I did feel bad. I'm not gonna lie. But he sounded so much like my father when he was yelling at my mom. She would just sit in the passenger seat. While he sat there and berated her like a child and the worst part is she took it. I swore I would never let a man treat me like that. I guess when he called me stupid I snapped. But Prince didn't deserve that. Maybe a squeeze of the crotch but not a fist to the jaw.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, lowly. He chuckled a little.

"You bust my face open and all you can say is sorry."

Well what the hell else and I supposed to say.

"Yeah" I nodded. He shook his head at me in pure disbelief.

"Let's go." He pulled his keys out his pocket and started to walk to his side of the car. He looked so done with me. and it broke my heart.

"No, come on Prince." I grabbed the keys so he couldn't leave. "Look, Prince we have to get past this. We can't leave on a bad note like this."

"Give me the keys." He held out his hand.

"No, look, I don't know what else to do. I said I'm sorry!"

"Jasmyn!" No. My name is Princess, Mama, Baby.

"You should scream at me, or-or-or hit me! Yeah even the score"

He exhaled. "Baby I'm not gonna hit you." He walked towards me as I was walking backwards, holding the keys behind me.

"Why not? You'll feel better!  I'll feel better, and you know you want to. I can see it in your eyes."

"No I don't."

"A lil' bit." I edged him on.

"No."

"Lil' bit."

"No!"

"A lil' bit more."

"Give me the goddamn keys!!" He yelled, making me jump.

"No, hit me"

"Give me the keys Jasmyn. You have lost your fucking mind."

"Hit me." I commanded him.

"If you don't give me the damn keys Jasm-"

"Hit me!"

"Baby I'm not kidding..."

"Hit me, hit me." I taunted him, jingling the keys around.

"No!"

My back hit a telephone pole and Prince closed in on me.

"Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!" I shouted.

Prince threw a punch, but I ducked and he punches the pole. He actually was gonna hit me and from the looks of things he was gonna knock my damn head off. Prince dropped to the ground in anguish. Holding his hand and screaming for the Lord.

"You ducked!!" He yelled, holding his hurt hand in his good hand for support.

I dropped to the ground to help him. "I'm sorry! It was a reflex!"

"Oh my god, this really hurts!!!" I have done a lot of dirt in my life but this takes the cake. This time I felt like I owed him an explanation but it's really hard to talk through your crying.

"I couldn't help it! When a fist comes at your face, you duck! Look!" I reared back to punch Prince, expecting him to duck, but he doesn't and ended up punching him again. He shot his free hand to his eye.

"WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!?"

"You were supposed to duck!!! Why didn't you duck?"

"Why don't we talk about this on the way to the hospital?"

"Good, good yeah." I helped him up and grabbed the keys and held them out to him. He just stared at them. Then I remembered.

"Oh, I'll drive." I helped him all the way to the car.

"Maybe while we're there, they can check your reflexes." I said, trying to ease the tension. Prince wasn't having it. I don't blame him. I opened the door and it hits Prince in his bad hand. His breath hitches in his throat and he widened his eyes in anger.

"Oops."

He clenched his jaw and got in. I ran around to my side and got in. You ever been in the car with somebody that's mad at you and you can feel them burning a hole in the side of your goddamn face. I looked out the corner of my eye and my suspicions were confirmed Prince was in fact planning my murder as we speak.

So I drove, not trying to start a conversation or anything. I didn't really know how to after that.

I stopped at a red light and really wish I hadn't that was just gonna make this drive longer.

"What happened to us?" Prince broke the silence. I looked at him and he was looking at me, hurt in his eyes. My heart was practically bleeding at the sight. I didn't really know what to say so I didn't say anything. I turned back putting my hands on the wheel.

"I like the way we used to be. This isn't us. I have blood on my suit, you have tears streaming down your pretty little face." He chuckled a little. "Some people would think I hit you but little do they know my baby packs a right hook under those big brown eyes."

We both chuckled a little, it made the drive a little less awkward. We got to the emergency room and we had to catch a nurse in the parking lot to get Prince and I in the building undetected.

I sat outside of his room. I didn't wanna be inside seeing him in anymore pain that what he already is.

The nurse came and tapped me on the shoulder.

"You can go inside when your ready." She smiled and strutted off down the hallway. I didn't wanna walk in because I knew we were gonna have to talk about this. But I knew we were gonna have to at some point so I sucked it up and went in quietly. He didn't notice me right away so I got to enjoy the wonderful sight of Prince sitting there on the edge of the bed, having a conversation with his suit.

"Ain't nobody gonna hurt you anymore baby. Oh shh shh it's not your fault. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna get you dry cleaned and pressed. I'm gonna put you in the back of the closet that way no one can hurt you again."

I rolled my eyes at him and smiled. He's the cutest thing. Then I frowned. My sweet baby boy. I hurt my sweet baby boy.

"Hey, so how is it?"

"I broke my thumb."

I furrowed my brows, confused. "Your thumb? That's weird." I made a fist. and examined it. How did he? "You sure you're punching right? Make a fist." Prince just looked at me then revealed his thumb in a cast.

"Maybe later." I chuckled nervously and walked over by his bedside. "Prince I feel terrible."

"Don't" He grabbed my hand and kissed it, he ran his thumb gently over where he kissed, which seemed to increase the sensation.

"You know what, you can go, home and rest. It's been a long day for the both of us." I nodded in agreement.

"Take my car, I'll have my driver pick me up. It's why I hired him anyway."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop taking care of me."

"Well if I don't then who will. Your my baby girl and no matter what I have to take care you that's my job. I promised you that and I'm a man of my word." I smiled a little at that. I put him in a hospital and he still cares about me. Man they have him on heavy drugs.

"Besides just have to fill out some forms." He held them up to me with his free hand and the placed them in his lap. He tried to hold the pen but he couldn't. It was breaking my heart.

"You, you want me to help you with that?" I offered.

"Why, does it look like I'm having trouble with my misshapen claw?" he snapped. My shady baby. I hopped up on the bed and sat next to him. He handed me the papers one I got settled.

"Name?" I clicked the pen open.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"I know Prince but what's it short for?" I laughed a little, but Prince stared at me unamused.

"Just Prince."

I cleared my throat. "Tough crowd okay date of birth?"

"You know my birthday."

"I'm just talking out loud.." I wrote his birthday down and filled in the rest of what I knew, which was majority of the sheet.

"Occupation? Singer."

"Actually I'm a musici-...Singer is fine... the drawing is not." I frowned and moved on to the next question.

"Alright, who do you want as your emergency contact?"

"Ah, you I guess.

"Aw really. Thanks baby." I kissed him.

"Yeah even though you put me here."

I rolled my eyes at his shade and focused back on the sheet. "Okay, relationship, I wanna know too shit."

"Just ah... just put friend."

"Friend!!" I slammed the pen on the clipboard.

He held his hands up guarding his face. "Not again."

"I'm just a friend?"

"No your not. Your not just a friend." He clarified.

"Then what are we?"

"I don't know."

"Hm." I nodded and clicked the pen back open. "Office number."