Exposed || MJ/Prince

Exposed || Chapter 32

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1984 - "First Avenue" (Minneapolis, MN)

Prince

After one smooth performance, my heels hopped right off the stage. I then  nearly shoved through that partying crowd after noticing her.

She seated at one centered table in the very back, drumming her nails to those rumbling tempos.

Her black lipstick smile pouted  as she nodded with the music. Laughter and other  smiles fenced around her.

That curly lion mane swooped across her forehead as usual, still brightened by the various and  colorful spotlights overhead.

I nearly fainted in my favorite venue when we locked eyes.

She walked around the table and one flamed cigarette rested  in opposite hand.

Fishnet material shaped the body I hadn't touched since another man walked into her life.

Monty. My thoughts melted.

"Hi," my voice shivered when she began closing space between us.

"Hey." Her New Jersey accent croaked towards me.

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I closed the dressing room door for the sake of our privacy. Awkward silence filled the area, but I understood why.

"What brought you here?" I questioned, honestly wanting to know. Music continued blasting outside the exit.

A lump formed in my throat without hesitation as I sat down in one chair.

"Michael. He saw your interview about me and we got into this huge argument." Monty whispered and lowered her pretty brown eyes.

My heart sank as I remembered commenting on her relationship with Michael.

But at least people could finally  know that Jackson wasn't exactly flawless.

"What happened?" I folded both arms while sitting in this chair across from her.

"He thinks we're seeing each other again. I told him no, but he still didn't believe me. So, I left last night and flew to a hotel here this morning." Monty still wouldn't face me at this point.

I almost dropped my jaw. It even  took quite some time before I could snap out of the trance her explaining triggered.

"How long are you in town?" My eyes  quickly narrowed before long. One more round of silence trapped the room.

"I'll be out of your way tomorrow, Prince." Monty shook her head. Again, I didn't know what to think.

I could tell that actually saying my real name prompted cringing for her. Shivers ran down my spine as well.

"Mo, please stay longer. I'm honestly tired of him controlling you. Do you even want to leave in the morning, Mama?" Fed up with formalities, I leaned in and clasped hands together while speaking to her.

"No. I just don't want to strain anything else with Michael and I'm taping for the Soul Train episode tomorrow." Monty sighed out loud this time.

"Well, I understand needing to film Soul Train, but Mike acts like childish with you. I hope you realize that now."  I almost rendered speechless afterwards.

"No different than you." Monty clenched her teeth. I immediately sat up, disbelieving her words at this point.

"Mo, regardless of  what happened between us, I still trusted you. We  broke up because of my own mistakes." I quickly defended myself and pointed to my own chest.

"You loved Patrice more." Monty wouldn't face me again. I shook my head once more.

"If I really did, you and I wouldn't be sitting in this room right now. I was honestly miserable with her." My  voice admitted truth that I hoped to forget.

"Maybe if you weren't sleeping around, she wouldn't feel insecure. You and I were a mistake anyways." Monty titled her curly hair.

"You don't understand, Mo. She assumed things all the time and constantly questioned herself around me. It was almost like someone never told her that she was important. I needed to be the validation every day." I almost teared up remembering, but calmed down.

"If she was so broken, why leave her for me? Weren't you supposed to help her heal?" Monty whispered once more.

"She drained me with all the fights and drama. I couldn't even say I love you to her anymore. But you, you were like this breath of fresh air." My heart shattered all over again.

"Do you still love me?" Monty looked at me with desperation this time.

"I never stopped." I confessed. A weak smile crept onto my face before long.

Monty stood up and walked over to kiss my cheek before leaving the dressing room.

***
Brenda Michelle,

I'm so sorry. Words cannot express how terrible I feel without
you by my side.

Please understand that I just don't want to lose you again. Sleeping alone at night only encourages sadness to course through my mind.

I can't even  fall asleep without your presence. Your smile always lifts my heart.

You mean everything to me and sometime I let more than pointless insecurities get in the way of our relationship.

I just remember that Prince had such a strong hold on you and didn't believe that you still cared about us. Please don't leave me alone, Sweetheart.

Girl, my heart will always belong to you. No one else compares. Those horrgeo brown eyes will forever captivate my soul.

I refuse to play games anymore. Diane broke my heart and you're the only woman I wish to see.

You are the girl of my dreams. My best friend. My partner in crime.

Queen, thank you for always calling me a King when I didn't believe in myself.

I miss you.

I want you.

I need you.

I love you.

Baby Girl, will you marry me?