Chapter 6 (part 1)

CHAPTER SIX! (part 1)

03/05/2009

The door bell rang.

I opened it,it was Prince.

I smiled.”Come in.”He walked inside and looked around.”Is a small house.”He stated.”So?”I raised an eyebrown.

“Nothing.”He looked away.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”I said,leadin the way up to the room.

“It’s a nice room,”He smiled.He stared at a picture of me,my dad and my mother.

We talked about lot of stuff and looked at the clock.I just got up from bed and left Prince behind.I locked myself on the bathroom.

As I took more 4 pills.”Ligia,are you okay?”Prince knocked on the door.”Yes,I’m fine.”I quickly hid the remedies.

I opened the bathroom door.He was about to touch my hair but I hold his hand.”Don’t.”I told him.”Why not?”He asked.

“I don’t like people touching my hair.”I walked past him.”Ligia,I’ll tell you my story,then you tell yours,I think friends should know more about each other.”He smiled.

“Okay,you first.”I said.”Well,I was born february 13,1997,my father is Michael Jackson and my mother is a nurse called Debbie rowe.I have a sister and a brother,we live happy with our father,he plays with us,he’s the best dad.”Prince smiled.”It’s a great life history huh?”

I stared at him.”Do you really think that?”I raised an eyebrown.He nodded.”Okay,sit down.”I said,sitting on my bed.He sat next to me.”I was born March 21,1997.My father is Gregory house and my mother Stacy warner…”

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE!

02/05/2009.

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“Noo!Mommy!Mommy!”I cried out.I couldn’t believe it.My mother was gone!And it all because of a fucking disease!

“We should go.”Daddy said.

“noo!Nooo!”I cried.

As my hair started falling.It was only cry and pain,my dad was sad and limping and my hair was falling off.”NOOOOOO!”

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“NOOOOOO!”I woke up.

Gosh!It was just a dream.I rubbed my face and walked to the kitchen.I couldn’t sleep anymore.And there was a lack of courage to rub my hair as I usually do.

“Ligia,are you okay?”Wilson asked.

I nodded and opened the fridge.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna call Prince and I’ll tell him I wanna meet him.”I said,Wilson nodded.”Okay.”He allowed.

I looked at him but with my head down.

“This look…You so much like your dad.”Wilson smirked.I nodded and continued doing what I was doing.

I walked up to the couch and turned the TV on.

Nothing but crap.

Then I put on a celebrity channel,there was Michael Jackson theme.It was the very end of Thriller.”Last week Michael’s son,Prince appeared without a mask on following a blonde girl.”I hope there’s no tvs on my father’s rehab.I quickly changed the channel and put on a documentary or something like this.

But my memories were away.

It was on my daddy.

It was on my HUGE problem.

It was on him.

The one who slowly were stealing my heart.

The one who had a perfect hair.

A perfect smile.

An angelic face.

The one who’s voice make me feel better,the one who may help me on the harder times.His name?For some coincidence,his personality fits with his name.

Prince…

His second name,is the name of a king…Michael.

And his last name,is the name of a dinasty…Jackson.He was my dream,my prince,my everything.

I smiled at myself.

I guess I found the one.

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR!

01/05/2009.

I laid on my bed and dialed Prince’s number once again.

“Hello?”I said.”It’s Ligia right?”The feminine voice asked.”Yeah,Prince is there?”I asked.”Yes,I’ll reach him for you.”She said.

“HEY!”He exclaimed.”Hey!How are ya?”I asked,smiling.”I’m fine,I was playing with Kenya.”He said.”Who’s Kenya?”I asked.”My dog.”He said.

“Oh,ok.”

“What are YOU doing?”He asked.

“Talking to you and watching TV with Wilson.”I stared at Wilson.

“We’re not allowed to watch TV here.”Prince said.

“Aww that sucks!”I realized I was sounding just like my dad.

“I know right?”He laughed.

“Prince,call me more times,maybe someday we meet face-to-face.”I smiled.

“I will.”

“So,your dad must be home now.”I said.”Nah!He is rehearsing.”Prince said.”He’ll end up just like my dad this way.”I stated.

“Yeah,this idea scares me.”He said.

“Don’t be so fearful.”I laughed.

He laughed,he had a BEAUTIFUL laugh.

I got up,and locked myself in my bedroom.

“Prince,you sounds like a good kid.”I smiled.

“thanks.”He said,must had been embarassed.I sighed.”Are you okay?”He asked.”Huh…Yes.”I rran my hand through my blonde hair.

As A tuft of hair fell on my hand.

I got rid of it quickly.”So,you like ice age?”I asked.”I like this movie.”He said.”We can watch it sometime.”I smiled.

“Yeah.I gotta go.Bye.”He said.

“Bye.”

As we both hung up.

Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE!

29/04/2009

I was coming back from the drug store,when I see a familiar hair and eyes.He was along with a black man.When he looked at me he smiled and ran to me.

I ran inside Wilson’s building and he was left behind.I pressed the elevator button and quickly got in.

IT-WAS-CLOSE!

I sighed and rubbed my hair with my both hands..How I wish my dad were here.

The elevator door opened and I grabbed the keys.

I opened the door and throw the purchases on the balcony.

I opened the box and took 4 pills.

Then I hid it,Wilson couldn’t found out…Not now.

*The next day*

30/04/2009

After Wilson left to work,I sat next to the phone.

I picked it up and dialed his number.

“Hello?”A feminine voice answered.

“Huh,hello,I met the jacksons at the Ed Hardy store…I wish to talk to Prince.”

“What’s your name?”She asked.

“It’s Ligia…Ligia House.”I replied.

“Wait a sec.”She said.

After some minutes Prince’s voice popped up on the phone.

“Why did you ran away from me yesterday?”He asked.”Huh…Er…”God!What do I tell him now?”I wasn’t running away,I was…In a hury.”I said.

“I saw you went shopping,you buy a lot of things don’t you?”He laughed.”Yes,I do.”I didn’t even smiled.

“Your father is there?”I asked.”Nope,he is on rehearsals…He works a lot.What do your father do?”He asked.

“He is a well suceed doctor.”I replied.

“That’s awesome!He must be on the hospital now…”He said.

“He is,but he is on rehab.”I looked down.

“Why?”His voice seemed a little bit sad now.It shows he cares about me and my loved ones.That’s a good thing…I guess.

“He is a vicodin addict,he started having allucinations so..He is on rehab.”I replied.

“I’m sorry.”

“No…That’s okay..”I sighed.”Is Blanket and Paris well?”I asked.”Yes,they are fine.”Prince said.I thought he was smirking.

“I gotta go,call me later okay?”I smiled.

“Okay.”