Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 26: ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

11:10 a.m.

I checked my phone for the fifteenth time. No call, no text, no email. Shit, not even an notification from any of the apps on my phone. I don't know why I keep checking it. Maybe I'm expecting a angry phone call from Michael & Latoya? A head's up warning from Janet? Or a sudden text message from Clark? Ugh, I doubt he has his phone on him. They probably wouldn't let him have his phone. Now, that he is free. He should be able to have it. I bet Michael is probably holding it hostage. Clark's face from the courtroom had me spook. What happened to him? Did he get beat up by the inmates? Was the police in on it too? Did something tragic happened to him like rape? Violation? Drugs? Clark looked weak & scared. He didn't make any eye contact with anyone not even the judge! Something has messed him up pretty badly. I want to know what happened. Michael is definitely being secretive about this. He's being secretive without even trying this time. His body language was tense, it shows. He kept Prince a secret from me for years. What is he keeping from me this time?

"Are you okay, Princess?" Uncle Tony asked in a concerned tone.

"I'm fine." I put my phone back in my purse in disappointment. I guess I won't be receiving any phone calls, texts, email, or notifications for today. I can't say it would be peaceful because I am worried.

"It looks like you got a lot on your mind. Is it because of your new job? If you can't handle it or it's too much, I can tell Prince. He won't be mad. He will understand."

"I do have a lot on my mind but no. The new job isn't the issue. It's something else."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He reached into the cup holder & pulled out a ready rolled up blunt.

"You probably already know, you were there when it happened."

"Is it about Clark?" He put the blunt between his lips & lit it up with a cigarette lighter.

I shook my head yes, "I didn't get a chance to see him. Michael is trying to keep me away from him. I think he's hiding something from me again."

"What do you think it is?" He exhale the strong drug through his nose. The car filled up with heavy smoke.

I inhaled the marijuana scent. I felt my body begin to relax. I've heard of CBD, edibles, & incenses. It's suppose to calm the body down & be at peace. And that's exactly what I feel right now.

"I don't know. He's being secretive."

"What was Clark arrested for again?" He questioned.

"Murder & theft. I just don't understand how he was arrested for murder. He didn't do it."

"Who did he alleged murder?" He arched an brow.

"Three women back in 1983. The timeline doesn't match up so he couldn't possibly have done it. Someone is framing him. I think somebody's after him."

"Who do you think it is?"

"I'm not sure but I'm gonna figure it out."

"Hey, I'm always here to help if you need it. Even if its a scooby doo mystery." He joked.

I laughed, "Thanks, Uncle Tony."