𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬

2. He hurt me

May 21 1985

The song was called Control. We decided that would be the albums name as well. The writing process took hours we still aren't done but it was fun, we joked around we danced and we listened to the beat a thousand times to figure out what exactly went with the description I gave them. It was badass I'm not even gonna lie.

"See that's a dope ass instrumental how did y'all even come up with that?"

They played all the instruments and did the edits it took over 2 days and I was happy to be there for the entire process, my job was to try to write and I did the song is 2 minutes not finished but it's getting there.

"That's what we do baby the song is gonna be a hit I can smell it" Terry and Jimmy dapped each other up.

We worked all day for 2 days straight and it was fun. I had to leave at a specific time of course. Today was Friday on the weekends I'm not really supposed to do any work.

The flight home was tiring my grandparents weren't with me apparently they had some type of business to attend to back in California so it was just me, not that I didn't mind the plane was quiet and I enjoy quietness it's peaceful. I don't know where Issac was he kinda disappeared once we touched Minneapolis.

Pulling up to my grandparents house I noticed a car sitting there that I've never seen in my life. I got out the car and stared at it...literally just stood there and stared at it whose car was in their driveway . There's no way they're still "attending to business" at 3 in the morning .

I walked in the house tired I started making my way upstairs to my room, I leaned forward falling on the bed sighing.

"Long day?"

I lifted my face from the pillow looking right and seeing a blurry person, I sat up rubbing my eyes and when I opened them again I saw Prince. He smirked leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"The hell are you doing here?"

"I was looking for the bathroom I guess I got lost...your grandparents have a beautiful house by the way"

"Ah ha ha there's a bathroom downstairs"

He shrugged and I squinted at him "what is wrong with you mane" he looked at me confused "You do realize it's" I turned around and looked at the clock on my dresser "Prince it's 3:43"

"...what is that supposed to mean"

Now I want y'all to realize Prince is nowhere near normal I don't even think half of the stories I've heard about him are somewhat normal it's always him doing something.

"Look I heard you were off parent probation and you're free to do what you want I just thought we could finish where we left off"

Excuse me- "you...y...so...you couldn't have waited until I don't know...I wasn't so sleep deprived?"

"How was I supposed to know you were gonna look like you've been on drugs?"

I got up and went behind him to push him all the way downstairs "you know what you click clack up outta my room...it's always you light brights saying something slick....gon tell me- stop laughing"