The One You Wanna See

So High, Had U Hard rock Lover?

Oh no!" I winced turning to view a laptop playing scandalous looking videos of me and SLASH at the bar!

In one of the videos, looking drunk out of my mind, I lifted up my top and pushed my chest onto Slash's face; it was worse than that the paparazzi pictures!

Then the video pans out to show Slash at the door of my mother's house and me flirting with him.

The video continued playing showing the bar scene with Slash and me locking lips, our hands exploring each other. The next clip showed Slash and me relaxing at Slash's home the same night Prince sent the text! How did he get this video? Am I going to be watched my entire life?

But that wasn't the worst part of this wild night,  there was something else even more symbolic in the room, and it was sitting right next to the video. My heart sank immediately, I had heard about it but never seen it in real life!

There it was the "golden guitar" the one he never brings out unless there's a problem, one that many have said mythologically meant he's about to do away with the his  "woman" or something catastrophic is about to happen!

"Oh no!"

Prince apparently displeased with me, did not say a word.

Instead, he walks towards the guitar, picks it up and takes a seat on the white couch.

He starts composing a song. I felt invisible, can we just talk about this. I knew he was hurt; there wasn't anything I could say to change that. But the silence is even worse.

I quickly sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled the jacket back on my shoulders; then I stood up. I wanted to walk over to Prince, but for some reason, my legs wouldn't move.

It was as though my legs had gotten stuck! I took in a deep breath, worried as I listened to the lyrics of the song.

Wanted U

Needed  U

Loved U

Had U

Forgot U

U said thanks for the ride

There I was trying to get his attention; I didn't feel like Athena. I felt like poor little Alex; maybe I should get back to the hotel? I missed my old life, hell I even missed Jessica!

He continued creating his song, or maybe I should say my song.

  Then suddenly he paused, looked up at me, smirked and out of nowhere said: "You know that jacket looks good on  you."

Honestly, I didn't think so.

I took that as a cue to come to him, so I did. I flipped my hair and straddled him on the couch, but instead, he turned his face away, pulled me off him and quipped:

"Hmm, don't ruin the moment. Here we are going to have some "Role Play in the other room. 50 shades....."

"Hmm, I don't think... I can"

"Really? Tell me, darling, well according to the agreement which you signed not under duress but of sound mind, you agreed to my demands, and this is one of them, baby. Don't worry I will take it easy with you. But that should not be a problem; you seem enthralled by other men so"

"Just like you are with your "artists" I muttered under my breath hoping he would not hear my words. But he did.

"What did you say?" He inquired.

Nothing... I said.

"Good thought I heard wrong Athena. What happened to my angel? "Hmmm, why do I love you so much it hurts it hurts, you hurt me, Athena, Here."