3-Way

Part Six

Prince

I've been working a lot with the band on our set that we're going to do when it comes to battling Wade. I've got about 4 more weeks to do this, and since he changed the date three weeks ago it's been tight planning stuff. I was worried about Divinity because it's been so long since we talked. I was really wanting to see her again, but I knew that she was busy with school. I decided to get dressed after taking a bath and go see her. I haven't been too stressed lately so thankfully Jamie hasn't been coming out as often, and I think my drinking has stopped some, too. I stopped by the bush to see that my helmet wasn't there which made me feel bad. Either it's been stolen or the people who owned the bush found it and threw it away. When I got to Divinity's house, there were a few cars there and even the doctor. I parked and got off my bike. Her father came out and looked at me. "Prince, don't go in there." My heart sank. "What's wrong with Delphine?" "She's been sick for a few days, we've been meaning to call, but...we didn't know what was wrong with her." I shoved past him which was rude to do, but I had to do it to get in. I moved past people and up to her room to see her mother standing outside the door with tears in her eyes. "Ma'am, what's going on?" She grabbed my biceps hugging me sobbing. "Oh Prince, I'm so sorry." I hugged her back. "What's the matter? What's going on? Tell me!" She kept crying. "She...she died. From stress...or pneumonia I'm not sure. The doctor can't figure it out." I pulled away from her slowly to go into the room and Divinity was pale as the snow, her eyes were open and so was her mouth with her lips chapped. I could feel my chest heaving hard. "D-Doctor? What's going on?" I saw that he was holding her hand and under her hand was a caliber handgun. The same gun my mother shot my father with. I looked up at Divinity's face and there was a gunshot wound in her head. "She couldn't take it anymore, Prince. Your personalities told her to do it."

I jolted out of a dead sleep from that nightmare with my heart pounding, my chest heaving. I looked around to see I was in my own bed. My phone ringing scared me and I rolled over to pick it up. "H-Hello?" "Baby, it's me. I was wondering if you wanna go to the library with me? I'm bored and I can't sleep." I sighed with relief and looked at the time on my alarm to see it was ten at night. "I-I...Yeah...I just....yeah I'll be there." "Are you okay? You sound like you're shaking." "I'm fine, baby. I'll be there to pick you up, okay? Give me thirty minutes....I love you." Divinity giggled. "I love you, too." She said before we hung up. I got out of bed to feel my heart still racing out of fear. I could feel my arms trembling and sweat going down my back. I had some scratches on my back from the last couple of times Divinity and I have had sex but the one's from our first time were the deepest. It's been three weeks since our first time, three weeks since I told her I loved her, and three weeks since she and I have been officially together. I opened my dresser to find a shirt and I saw the gun in the first drawer. I still had it. "Prince, go hide the gun for mama. Please?" I remember my mother's voice clearly. "Mama loves you, Prince. You're such a good boy." I remember her hoop earrings, I remember her smile and how proud she was of me. I remember her soft her voice was when she wasn't screaming at my father. I grabbed the first shirt I could find and quickly shut the drawer. Why the police never took the gun the night my mother and father were killed will always question me. But the fact that I kept it hidden for so long...the fact that no one knows I still have this gun...I know my mother would be proud. I toweled off and got dressed heading out the door with my bike keys before going to pick up Divinity.

Divinity

I was standing outside when I heard Prince's motorcycle coming around my block and I smiled standing outside the gate. When he pulled up, he looked stressed and worried. I gave him a kiss before getting on and held on as he sped off. I had my backpack on and we were riding through the fog and to the library. At every stop light, I leaned by his ear to give him a kiss because I knew something was wrong. I could see it in his eyes when he pulled up. We got to the library and parked. "What time do they close?" He asked as I got off his bike. "1 in the morning on Saturday's because of school. C'mon." I held his hand as we went inside. "What are we here for?" Prince whispered. "For you. I've been doing research on your problem." We walked over to the mental health section and I was looking through the books. Prince was right beside me and even helping me find books. We found a couple and sat down. I opened my backpack and reached inside to get out my notebook. I've been studying on this stuff for weeks, studying on this more than my actual school work. I opened my notebook and Prince was looking at my handwriting. "Wow, your handwriting is so pretty." He whispered. I snickered. "Mom says it's chicken scratch, but thanks, baby." I went to the front of my notes. "Okay so...I need you to be upfront and honest with me, because I've narrowed it down to two possible things that you might have." I turned to him and looked him in his eyes. "I don't think you have schizophrenia which is good because sometimes parents can pass it down from them to their kids. Did you parents have it?" He shook his head. I was starting to wonder a lot about his folks. "Prince, what were they like? You told me they're gone, but you don't talk about them." Prince swallowed hard. So hard I could hear it. "Well, my dad was gone a lot. He worked late in the night playing at bars and clubs. My mother was a stay at home parent and took care of me, my dad was the bread winner." I put my cheek in my hand listening. "What was it like at your house? Do you remember?" Prince tensed and I held his hand to remind him I was there for him. "Usually, my ma and I would play. I was really little and I was walking at a young age. I-I remember running into walls and stuff. But...my mother and father didn't...they didn't get along." I squeezed his hand a little. "They'd fight a lot, and they'd kiss and make up. Then fight...then my dad would come home to me screaming, my mother drinking and blasting music. My aunt told me that there were lots of complaints from the neighbors about the music and fighting. Eventually...when I was little and not really going to school much, I remember sitting on the floor in the living room of my house...because it was once our house...and my..." He trailed off and looked away. I decided to leave our books there and I took him outside. We stood outside by his bike and I dug in my backpack for a cigarette for both of us. He willingly took it and I lit it for him. "What happened when you were little?" We were standing under a streetlight. "I...I heard them fighting as usual." He took a long drag. "They would scream at each other. And my mother would use me as a shield sometimes when they got physical, but sometimes I'd be asleep for school and I'd hear glass breaking, I'd here someone being thrown into something." I took his hand. "I-I think Jamie is the one protecting me in case something happens. Like my dad would...when my dad wouldn't hit me, too. Jamie likes being hit, though. He thinks it's a form of affection. I loved them...I just wish that my mom didn't do that to my dad." I watched him take another drag. I figured it was now I should tell him. "Prince...I don't think you realize how often they come out. Jamie...Jamie doesn't like me I don't think. As a matter of fact, I think he hates me...I think he hates us being together because he wants me. He comes out during...sex, too." The look of alarm on his face scared me. "H-He what?!" I held my breath. "Divinity why didn't you stop it? He hasn't hurt you has he?" I shook my head letting out some air. "No...but he asks for certain things during sex. You three all have different ways of kissing, different preferences. I think you and Camille are the more similar ones, well...when she wants to wear a dress I obviously know it's her." Prince finished his cigarette. "What does he ask for?" I crossed my arms. "Nothing too extreme. Just biting, clawing...choking." I tensed feeling him watching me. "You like him in bed more than me don't you?" I shook my head fast. "No! I love you, Prince. But sometimes he comes out and a lot of the times I barely notice. It even happened at the barn when we snuck off. Camille comes out, too but not as often as Jamie. That's why I'm doing all this research to figure out why this is happening. What causes it and how to...stop it from happening more. I think you have-" "Dissociative Identity Disorder...I was diagnosed when I was little....baby there is no cure for me. I'm just glad I live alone so no one throws me in a fucking asylum." I could hear anger in his voice. "You know. Trauma causes it. Personalities are made to take the real person out of a situation. Camille is the oldest, Jamie came around when I hit puberty." I bit my lip, listening to him. "If my folks wouldn't have fucking fought so much I'd be normal. Maybe she wouldn't have shot him! I'd be okay, I'd have parents, We'd be okay." "Prince, we are okay! There's nothing wrong with us. I love you. I'm going to help you the best way I can. You're normal and there's nothing wrong with you." I could see tears welling up and my heart stung. "I'm not normal, Divinity! I'm not fucking normal because I have two fucking people in me. A drunken asshole and a girl that wants to fuc-" he stopped. It was like something hit him. "What's wrong, baby?" I held his face. He was staring off. "Prince?" He looked at me. "Jamie is my dad...Camille is my mother. I've turned into them." I hugged him as he started crying. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with this shit, baby." He sobbed. I kept holding him. "Nothing you do will bother me. I don't care if we're at a barbecue and Camille comes out and wants to wear a dress." I said lightheartedly as I was trying to make him laugh. It worked. "I want you to be normal. Because you are normal. I don't care what happens I won't let anyone send you to a hospital. There's nothing wrong with you, Prince." I pulled away wiping his tears. I kissed his lips. "Maybe we're not ready to look into help, yet. You've got some songwriting to do." Prince nodded wiping under his eyes. "Stay here. I'm gonna go get my stuff and we can go, okay?" Prince nodded again before kissing me and I went inside. I decided to check out those books that we found and I stuffed them in my bag before going out to Prince who was on his bike ready to go. I got on the back and we started driving back to my house. I had my face in his neck and when we got to my house, I decided to sneak him in to my room. I shut the door behind us and turned on my neon sign. It was pink, yellow, blue, and red and was in the shape of a half heart. I sat my bag down and started getting ready for bed. "Take off your heels and relax." I helped him take his jacket off and he got in bed with me after he took his heels off. "What song are you thinking about right now?" I whispered to him. I had my head under his chin. "Lots of songs. I want to write." I smiled sitting up and getting my notebook out of my bag and my pen. I kissed his cheek. "Write me a song. I know you can do it without a guitar, so write me a song, but I don't want to know the lyrics until the night at the club. I don't want you to perform it until that night." Prince nodded. "I will...I promise." I smiled and kissed him before laying down next to him. He was on his stomach writing and I laid my head on his back drifting off to sleep.