Little Sister of the Purple One (on hold for now)

Morris Day

Prince finally finish, putting in his eyeliner. Then he goes to smooth out his hair. I rolled my eyes wanting him to hurry up.

We were on in 5 minutes. I was getting annoyed tapping my foot and Prince looked over at me giving the relax face He grab his guitar ready to go like I have been.

Then Morris and his band exit the stage looking ready to say something. I can't stand his cocky  attitude.

"I warmed them up just for you sweet cheeks." Morris said to my brother then walking away.

I swear he can be so cocky at times I don't even know how I dated him from 82-83. Yes I dated Morris day for a year.

"So sexy." Jerome help with Prince's jacket he was putting on and pretended to pinch his cheeks.

Prince rolled his eyes and said nothing, going onto the stage and plugging in his guitar to get into place.

We were then announce and we started playing.

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After we are done the band celebrates.

"That was great." Bobby Z grab Prince's shoulder.

Then we head back to the dressing room and Prince went out to get a drink before leaving. I went out after him because I was getting ready to head to his purple motorcycle and wait.

The ride back home we were both quiet. It was a nice silence because I enjoyed the view of Minneapolis at night.

When we pulled up the lights in were on in the kitchen. I got nervous and Prince could tell I was he locked up his bike and helped me get off. We go to the front door to hear our parents arguing.  I look at Prince to check it out while I go downstairs to avoid our father.

"You do as I say! Don't leave this house without my permission!" There's a loud slap and anger rises in the pit of his stomach. Prince busts in and runs to the kitchen, our mother on the floor and dad about to hit her again, but he jumps in the way.

"Stop! She heard you dad! Please stop!"

"You get outta my way Kid. She needs to be taught to obey me!"

"Please dad-" His father pushes him out of the way and slaps him down. I am in shock and don't know what to do. "Don't get in the way. I told you that before."

Prince holds his face, wanting to cry but stops himself because that'll make our dad angrier. "Be a man and go to your room."

Our mother sits on the floor crying and looks over at him. "Go.."

"You go too." Dad said looking at me. I didn't hesitate to head to the basement.

I get down to the basement where my room is as well and the door is locked and I could hear Jimi Hendrix playing. I knocked on the door. "Skipper let me in. Don't worry dad it not down here." He open the door and let me in and locked it back up quickly.

I seen that his face was a little red so I go to the bathroom to put a cold rag on his cheek to cool the redness that he got from the slap. I could tell that he was praying for it to be gone before morning.

Everyone knew what went on in our household, but they never said anything to stop it.

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The next morning Prince woke up with the sun beaming on his face. He looked at his clock and it read ten.

He didn't want to stay home until practice at 12:30. So he got up and got dressed to ride around for a few hours. He look at his vanity and there was a note left for him by Duchess. He opened it to read

Hey Skipper,

I woke up at 8 and I did not want to wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. I didn't feel like staying at home so I went to meet up with some friends. I will see you soon for practice. Have a great day.

Love you lots,

Dessie.

Prince smile at the fact she skill calls him Skipper when he has told her many times to call him Kid, but he didn't win that argument. It brought joy to him when Duchess would call him a childhood nickname he had. He put the note back on his vanity. He didn't have to worry about riding around with his sister for the day because she would be over it 5 minutes into the ride.

Driving his motorcycle made him forget about everything and just enjoy nature. Sometimes he would write whole songs in his head by just going to the next town over and back.

He made his way to to the club around practice time, noticing that nobody was really there like usual. Jill sat at a table painting her nails.

"Hey, where is everybody?"

"On Lunch I guess. What are vou doing here so early?"

"We're supposed to be practicing in a little while, but I will come back later."

She put the top back on the polish and turned to him. "That reminds me, Wendy and Lisa, have something they want to give you."

"Oh yeah? What do they have to give me that they couldn't give me it themselves?" Kid remembered how they didn't say much to him last night.

"left you a tape in you guys' dressing room. They let me listen to it and I really like it I think it's something special." Jill blew on her nails, "I don't know. You can be intimidating Kid."

He furrowed his eyebrows. Intimidating? "How about now?" He slipped on his sunglasses.

She giggled and rolled her eyes, "Now you just look like a diva."

"Good." Kid left her to go back to their dressing room. He turned the light on and went over to his vanity seeing the tape. Why now of all times? Are they doubting me like everyone else? Like I didn't bring them together and make this band? Like I didn't get us a paid gig almost every night?

•••

"Kid."

He turned and saw Bobby, Fink , Mark, and Duchess at the door. "Where's Lisa and Wendy?"

Bobby cleared his throat, "Wendy called and said they weren't feeling good. Trying to rest before the show tonight."

Bullshit. Kid put the tape in his coat pocket and walked past them. "Practice is cancelled. Show up ready at nine."

I rolled my eyes he does this every time when they do not show up. Wendy and Lisa get mad at me because they think Skipper is favoring me because I am his sister; and he lets me get away with things that they cannot.