Clark, I can't believe him. He was the last person I expected to lie too my face & deceive me. Michael & Latoya already did it once. Now Clark? He was suppose to have my back. He was suppose to be a friend, a close friend. He was the last person I trusted from the Jackson Family. I stopped trusting the others after finding out about Prince. He's been following me around for months & hired someone else to follow me some more. It's like he knew I was going to find out about Prince. So, he followed my every move until it was the right time to confront me. That's what he wanted to talk about it, Me & Prince. Hm, he didn't get much out of me though. I spared the answers as possible but sharing the ones he desperately wanted to know. He isn't going to know everything. It's none of his business anyways.
I wonder if he told Michael that I'm seeing Prince? He's probably holding it off until he actually catches Me & Prince together. (Which he's never going to do.) Everyone is keeping secrets from me. Why? What did I do to deserve this? All I want is the truth, the truth from Michael. I want him to admit that he's not my father & that Prince is. He can't deny it because there are documents. Wait! A birth certificate isn't enough. I need everything so I can shove it in his face. Social security card, medical records, photos, etc. Maybe Mayte can help me find them.
I opened up the Powerpuff Girl phone & texted Mayte.
Me: Mayte? Mayte: hey, amy! Wassup? Me: come over now Mayte: aren't we still going to the burger joint? Me: yeah but I need to talk too you about something Mayte: alright, I'll be there in 3
I closed the flip phone & put it back in my purse. I need to get that birth certificate. I got off the bed & walked towards my closet. I opened it & went through my stuff. Where did I put it? I think I put it in a coat or something. God, my brain hasn't been right lately. I can't remember certain things that's already happened. But strangely, whatever I do or say it triggers my brain. It's only faded memories like missing scenes from a iconic movie. I can't say it's good nor bad because scientist shows that some faded memories can be false. For an example, this strange memory of Me & Prince at Paisley Park in this ballroom & both of your hands were bleeding. Our whole entire arms were covered in blood. Diamond & Pearl were in the background chanting something. I couldn't hear what they were saying. But I can guarantee you that it's a false memory.
I picked up a old luggage off the floor & threw it to the side. A bunch of white blocks fell out of the bag. I paused to pick up one of the white blocks. There's saran wrap wrapped all around it. I gently squeezed the block, it's hard like a rock. I brought the block to my nose. A whiff of a metallic smell burned my nose. Jesus, this is cocaine! Pure cocaine! What the fuck is cocaine doing in my room? How did it get here? Who put it there? I looked inside the bag, there's a whole bunch of it. I don't know the exact amount but it could be around the thousands area.
Somebody knocked on the door, "Amy! Your friend is here." Latoya voice muffled behind the thick door.
I quickly put the drugs back in the bag. "Just a second!"
I threw the bag under the bed & closed my closet door. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Come in!"
The door opened, Mayte walked in. "Hey Amy!"
She wore a black blunt-cut crop top, Lakers basketball shorts with tennis shoes.
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