Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷𝟾: ᴢᴏᴏ

March 12

4 days, that's how long it's been since I found my supposedly birth certificate. I kept it hidden in my closet stuffed inside a old jacket. I was up day & night examining that certificate. Searching online for specific differences. My results came out as 100% real. The certificate is real as fuck. What the hell? How can I have two birth certificates? Is that even possible? Is it even legal? I could go to jail for identity theft. People will think I'm doing identity theft around here. I see why Michael kept it hidden in the floorboards. But the important question is, why is Latoya's signature on there? Does she know Prince personally like she knows Dwayne? Ew, the thought of her & Prince together made me shiver. She couldn't possibly be my mother. There's no way in the hell. There are absolutely no similarities. The only way to prove this if I get DNA from her & run a test. I can't do it while she's pregnant. I guess I have to find another way.

I always knew Michael had a will & I guess that answer the rumors around Jackson Productions. I will be the new owner if Michael dies. I don't know shit about running a company. I barely spend any money off my allowance. I wonder if I can give my place to someone else? They'll probably run it better then me. I'm too young for that big responsibility. That's a big ass weight on my shoulders. I can see myself having high blood pressure & strokes. I don't know how Michael is still healthy with all that shit on his back. Maybe he's on drugs? Nah, I don't think so. Katherine would've spotted it before any of us did. And God knows she'll throw a huge fit if so.

"Princess, are you okay sweetie?" A deep voice echoed in my ear. I turned to see a concerned Prince looking at me. Shit, I forgot I was in the car with him.

"I'm alright."

"Are you sure? You haven't said a word ever since you got in the car."

I snuck out of the house while everyone was busy. Prince was waiting for me near Glam Slam. I just realized how easy it is to sneak past the Jacksons. They're so navie.

"I have a lot on my mind."

"Good thing we're going to the zoo. It'll clear both of our minds."

I looked down at me scar hand. I still haven't figured out how I got this scar. I don't remember cutting myself or doing anything constructed. Prince noticed my staring & gently grabbed my hand. He ran his soft fingers along the scar tracing its angles.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Did I ever see you or contact you this week? Because I have no memory of anything that happened this week."

He arched an brow, "No memory?"

"Yeah, it's strange. I tried everything to remember but I come up with nothing."

"You came to Paisley Park."

"I did? When?"

"After Latoya's baby shower."

"Why was I there?"

"To sign a contract."

I frowned in confusion, "A contract? What contract?"

"Look in the glove department." He pointed.

I opened the glove department & took out the piece of paper. The bold letters Princess's Contract were across the top. My signature was at the bottom. I signed this contract? The contract says I agree to be apart of the New Power Generation family & business. Then, there's a list of rules below. I'm apart of N.P.G now?