Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 16: ᴛʜᴜᴍʙᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴛ. 2

March 6

"My fucking head!" I rubbed my head in pain. My head has been hurting since yesterday. It's like a bat hit my head & dropped me on the hard ground. Strange, I don't remember anything that happened yesterday. I don't even remember coming or being home. I just woke up in my bed like an hour ago. Did I eat something? Drink something? Did Mayte give me weed without my permission? She doesn't have a phone so I can't contact her. I don't know about Crystal either. Asking The Jacksons is out of the question. I don't think I saw Prince yesterday & the gang. What the fuck happened yesterday?

I reached over to my nightstand for my phone. Maybe my phone will tell me what happened. But I ended up knocking over half of my items off my nightstand. I leaned over lazily & picked up the items. The black thumb drive touched my fingertips. I grabbed it along with my phone. Last time I had this thumb drive, I read some pretty interesting stuff. I've kept it on my nightstand ever since. I wonder what else is on it. It wouldn't hurt to read some more. Whatever happened yesterday probably wasn't nothing important. I pulled out my laptop from underneath my bed & plugged it in. Dozens of files popped up, I randomly clicked on it.

1988, Catwoman

So, I've been invited to this underground club. I was very spectable of it, of course. I thought about doing some research on it but I decided not too. I even brought a camera with me for safety reasons. Just in case something happens to me. You already know he told me about it. So, I went to the club with him. Honestly the club wasn't half bad. It was very peppy & energetic. It had neon lights, music, a disco ball, & of course liquor. Everyone was dancing & having a fun time including me. I even busted a couple of moves on the dance floor myself. But this particular person on the dance floor was a attention seeker. This woman, I named her Catwoman. She was dancing like a maniac. Whipping her head, swirling her hips, rocking her body, basically going crazy on the floor. I've never seen someone dance like that before. Everyone loved her dancing. I don't think it was the liquor because I didn't see her take a drink. She couldn't be on drugs either. I guess she was just naturally energetic.

So, I talked to her. She's from Minneapolis & just graduated from highschool. She came to the club to celebrate her freedom. (Off topic, her attire matches her personality. She wore skirts & tight crop tops. She says it prevents her breasts from moving so much while dancing.) She was majoring in dancing & looking forward to be a ballet dancer. I told her I knew a couple of people in the Broadway & that I could maybe get her a spot on there. Oh boy, she was so happy when I said that. She gave me her number & told me to call her immediately. Well, I did call her the next day. But the number was disconnected. I went back to the club that night to try to find her but she wasn't there either. She just up & disappeared like a ghost. Too bad, because her dancing was amazing. I managed to record some of her moves & put it on tape. Hopefully, I'll see her again & give it to her.

Catwoman? That's good name for this cryptic woman. I wrote that down right underneath the name Vanity. I clicked on the next file.

1987, A Love Bizarre

I pray to God that my soul is protected & kept. I pray that I won't go to hell on a one-way train. My eyes have been spoiled by the evilness. May God strike me down. My hands are still shaking as I type this. Today, we went to the supermarket to buy some junk food like we always do. We ran across an old ex of his, Sheila. They dated back in the day & was engaged at one point. But the engagement broke off within a week. They were so in love. The most beautiful couple I've ever seen. He was so crazy about her. Bought her everything in the world including diamonds & pearls. Sheila said hi to us & walked away. For some odd reason, he got extremely mad. We paid for our junk food & left. He told me to wait in the car, he had to do something real quick. Curiously, I followed him to the back of the store.